sinovels Chapter 37 It's all your fault as a mother; you don't even know how much money your son ma
Chapter 37 It's all your fault as a mother; you don't even know how much money your son ma
"This...this is?" Cheng Wanhua's voice trembled slightly.
"Your IOU," Wang Guanxi waved it around. "One million in principal, with interest, all settled. Hun Sen won't bother you anymore."
Cheng Wanhua's lips trembled a few times, and his eyes immediately reddened.
He reached out his uninjured hand, tremblingly took the IOU, and looked at it over and over again.
The above is his own signature and his fingerprint.
Yes, it was that IOU that was suffocating him.
"Edison Chen... how... how did you do that?" His voice was trembling.
Wang Guanxi didn't go into details, only saying, "I talked to Hun Sen, paid back the money, and he gave me the IOU."
Zhou Lijuan was extremely anxious, grabbing Wang Guanxi's arm and looking him up and down.
"Those guys are ruthless. Did they do anything to you?"
"No," Wang Guanxi smiled. "They're all very easy to talk to."
Cheng Wanhua: ? ? ?
Easy to talk to?
He said, "Can you postpone it for a few days?" and then his fists rained down on him.
Is this what you call being easy to talk to?
But he didn't say it.
His mind is now filled with the IOU in his hand.
Cheng Wanhua took a deep breath, got off the bed, and rushed into the bathroom barefoot.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of paper tearing was heard.
Then came the loud "whoosh" of the toilet flushing, especially clear in the quiet ward.
A dozen seconds later, the door opened.
When Cheng Wanhua came out, he seemed like a completely different person.
The worry on his face disappeared, the gloom in his eyes dissipated, and he even walked with a spring in his step.
He let out a long breath, as if expelling all the pent-up air he had been holding in for over a month.
Since his debts became overdue and he was being chased by loan sharks, he hasn't had a single night of restful sleep.
Every night I dream that someone is blocking my door and demanding money, and I wake up in a cold sweat.
it's good now.
The IOU is gone, the debt is cleared, and dawn breaks.
Cheng Wanhua walked up to Wang Guanxi, stopped, and bowed very seriously.
It wasn't just a polite nod; he genuinely bent down.
"Edison Chen, thank you."
His tone was very sincere, but he never mentioned transferring the garment factory to Wang Guanxi.
"Thanks to your help, we managed to save the factory. Otherwise, our family of three... four would have been ruined by those loan sharks."
Zhou Lijuan chimed in, her voice full of gratitude.
"Yes, son, we owe you a lot this time. We've learned our lesson from this. Even if the factory goes bankrupt, we'll never borrow money from loan sharks again."
Upon hearing these words, Wang Guanxi felt a chill run down his spine.
He doesn't lack this factory.
How much money can a run-down garment factory make in a year?
He earns 100 million yuan a day just by signing in; this factory could never earn him a single day's worth of money in his entire life.
What he cares about is attitude!
That's fucking attitude!
He paid for it, two million, without even blinking an eye.
He was the one who retrieved the IOU, and he was the one who settled the matter.
Now everything is fine; the debt is gone, the people are safe, and the factory is saved.
and then?
And then that was it?
Not even a single mention?
Wang Guanxi recalled many things.
I remembered the year Xiaojun was born; he was taking the college entrance exam.
During that time, Zhou Lijuan was busy taking care of the children and didn't even have time to ask him about his college application.
He filled out his college application alone, went to Shanghai alone, and stayed there alone for almost ten years.
Every time Zhou Lijuan calls home, the things she says most often are "How many points did Xiaojun get on his test today?", "Xiaojun has grown taller again?", and "What extracurricular classes did Xiaojun sign up for?"
Occasionally, they'll ask, "Have you eaten?" and then that's it.
They never asked him what he wanted or how he was doing, which is why he stayed in Shanghai after graduating from university and refused to come back.
Wang Guanxi didn't think it was a big deal before.
Looking back now, I think that from that time onward, he was no longer the center of attention in this family.
It's not even on the edge.
Wang Guanxi sneered inwardly.
He did have a backup plan.
Cheng Wanhua still owes the bank one million yuan.
It was agreed that he would repay this money.
If Cheng Wanhua really denies it, there are things he can do.
If all else fails, ask Hun Sen for a favor and go scare his stepfather.
Hun Sen accepted the extra 500,000 rupees, so he wouldn't refuse to help with this small favor.
But Wang Guanxi didn't want it to come to that.
If it really comes to that, then it's pointless.
He sat there and waited for another five minutes.
Cheng Wanhua played with Xiao Jun for a while, then turned to look at Wang Guanxi and said with a smile, "Guanxi, why don't you stay for dinner tonight? Have your mom go home and cook some dishes."
Zhou Lijuan also said, "Yes, stay for dinner tonight, Mom will make you braised pork."
that's it.
The word "transfer" was never mentioned.
Wang Guanxi stood up and patted his trouser leg.
"No need, I have other things to do."
His tone was flat, no different from when he arrived.
Zhou Lijuan was stunned for a moment.
"Leaving so soon? You haven't been here long."
"Yes, I have something to take care of."
Wang Guanxi glanced at her, then at Cheng Wanhua, and his lips twitched as if he were smiling.
Then he turned and walked out of the ward.
The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty space.
He didn't turn around.
. . . . . .
After Wang Guanxi left, the ward was quiet for a while.
Cheng Wanhua leaned against the hospital bed, staring at the doorway, motionless.
About two minutes later, he tiptoed off the bed, walked barefoot to the door, and peeked half his head into the corridor.
Only after confirming that Wang Guanxi had really left did he turn back and gently close the door.
With a "click," the door locked.
Cheng Wanhua turned around and went back to the bedside, sat down, and his expression was completely different from before.
The loving fatherly demeanor from before was gone, replaced by an inexplicable shrewdness and calculation.
Zhou Lijuan was packing up the fruit baskets without even looking up.
"Gone?"
"I'm leaving." Cheng Wanhua lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "Wife, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"What kind of job does your son do in Shanghai?"
Zhou Lijuan paused for a moment.
He said he was an investor.
"Investing?" Cheng Wanhua's voice rose slightly, then he quickly lowered it again. "Investing? Can he really come up with over a million at once? And listen to what he said about Hun Sen being easy to talk to. That's loan sharking, easy to talk to my ass! He definitely paid back more than a million."
Zhou Lijuan remained silent.
Cheng Wanhua continued, his tone filled with certainty.
"We've been overdue for so long, Hun Sen and his gang couldn't possibly only be after the principal. Interest, penalties, plus resettlement fees for those three henchmen, it'll be at least 1.3 to 1.4 million. And your son just handed it over without batting an eye."
He paused for a moment, staring at Zhou Lijuan's face.
"Tell me the truth, how much money did he actually make?"
Zhou Lijuan put down the apple and sighed.
"I really don't know. When I asked him, he said he made some money investing with friends in Shanghai. He wouldn't give me any specifics, and I didn't want to keep asking."
Cheng Wanhua's expression changed upon hearing this.
"It's all your fault as a mother, for not caring about your son at all. He's made so much money, and you had no idea."