"If they make a scene and refuse to return the money on the grounds that you don’t trust their daughter, tell them that your boss has the strongest legal team and social dia presence in Tianhai City. Not only will we get the money back, but we’ll also ruin their daughter’s reputation so badly that no one will want to have anything to do with her in the future."
Yang Yu said a lot, and Yao Yuqian imdiately morized it: "All right, Dean, I’ll talk to my parents right away."
Even though Yang Yu wasn’t on the scene, Yao Yuqian had not made a phone call for a good while, which ant his approach must have been effective.
Indeed, when Yao Yuqian called back, the matter had been resolved: "Dean, they’ve returned the five hundred thousand to my parents, but, but..."
As she spoke, Yao Yuqian’s voice choked up again: "But they won’t return the money to . Instead, they want to ask you for two million to buy a house."
If it were soone else, they would find this situation preposterous.
Yang Yu himself grew up in a rural area, and he had seen plenty of such absurd situations.
So people are so poor they can barely make ends et, yet they act as if a few hundred thousand is nothing big.
As soon as they et a relative or friend who has money, they ask for it without hesitation, regardless of the amount.
In face of such situations, Yang Yu didn’t coddle them: "Secretary Yao, tell your parents that the five hundred thousand is an advance on three years of your salary. If they don’t return it, you won’t have a salary for the next three years. If they want two million, tell them to go buy lottery tickets."
"By the way, I only ant for you to scare them. Don’t take it seriously. The five hundred thousand is an advance on your year-end bonus, and your monthly salary will be paid as usual."
Yang Yu knew that Yao Yuqian probably wouldn’t be able to get the five hundred thousand back, and his actions were rely ant to keep Yao Yuqian’s family from brazenly exploiting her.
In Xia Country, girls like Yao Yuqian burdened by their families are not uncommon.
"Okay, thank you, Dean." After hanging up the phone, Yang Yu was about to continue cooking noodles when he realized Xia Yu had already finished cooking them: "Try my cooking and see how it is."
"Thank you." Yang Yu was truly hungry, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and started eating.
Seeing Yang Yu begin to eat, Xia Yu asked with anticipation, "Is it good?"
"Delicious." Yang Yu smiled and swiftly finished the entire bowl of noodles, leaving not even the soup, "I’ve eaten my fill. I’m going to rest now, good afternoon, Miss Xia."
After Yang Yu left, Xia Yu felt it was unbelievable: "This was my first ti cooking, and the first ti making noodles. Could I have a talent for culinary arts?"
Looking at the remaining noodles in the pot, Xia Yu poured so into a bowl and took a bite.
"Pfft—" Xia Yu imdiately spat out the noodles, almost overwheld by the sourness, spiciness, and saltiness.
The flavor was probably worse than poison.
It was tough on Yang Yu to have finished such inedible noodles.
"Was he trying to protect my self-esteem?" Looking in the direction where Yang Yu had gone upstairs, Xia Yu muttered to herself, "Such a thoughtful and gentle man!"
Yang Yu went back to his room for a nap, and before he had even started to sleep, his father called: "Ah Yu, I need to ask you sothing, and you have to answer truthfully."
Seeing his father so serious, Yang Yu quickly responded: "Dad, what is it? Just tell ."
"Didn’t you say you had a girlfriend, a high school classmate nad Zhang Xiaohui?" Father Yang, Yang Rongguang, spoke with a grave tone, "She claims she’s pregnant with your child, and that you abandoned her to be with a wealthy woman, even forcing her to abort the child and having soone break her legs. Now her family is blocking our house with her abortion certificate, creating a scene."
"This bitch still has the nerve to cause trouble at our house?" Yang Yu said, his face turning dark with rage, "Dad, tell them to wait, I’ll be ho right away!"
Yang Yu hung up the phone, and then sent Shen Silin a ssage explaining the situation, asking for leave, and hurriedly drove back to his hotown.
Although his hotown was in the countryside, it wasn’t too far from Tianhai City.
If he took the highway the whole way, it would only be a little over an hour’s drive.
Yang Yu had been worried that his family’s ho had been vandalized by Zhang Xiaohui’s relatives, but when he got there, he found six burly young n blocking the entrance to his house.
Without a doubt, these six were the bodyguards Shen Silin had arranged for his parents.
At this thought, Yang Yu felt a wave of emotion.
Shen Silin had taken care of his problems at ho, and he would brave any danger for her in return, even if it involved climbing up a mountain of knives or going down into a sea of flas.
Zhang Xiaohui’s family had brought over twenty relatives and friends who were gathered at the Yang Family’s door, cursing and spitting, showing formidable combativeness.
If it weren’t for the intimidation of those six bodyguards, they might have actually rushed into the Yang Family’s ho to cause trouble.
Besides them, the area was packed with villagers with nothing better to do.
Yang Village was very small, and after the villagers had finished their morning farm work and had nothing else to do in the afternoon, they heard there was a scene to witness and the whole village—n, won, the elderly, and children—gathered around, making it livelier than a movie screening.
In the crowd, Zhang Xiaohui was leaning on crutches, her eyes red and swollen, the picture of pitifulness.
The villagers were fooled by Zhang Xiaohui’s appearance, cursing Yang Yu for being inhuman.
"Yang Yu has really sinned, forcing such a pretty girlfriend who was willing to have his baby to get an abortion!"
"Exactly, it’s not easy to get married these days, Yang Yu is truly wasteful!"
"If he doesn’t want such a good girl, my son will take her!"
"Co on, do you really think she’d fancy your stupid lump of a son?"
Of course, so people were "praising" Yang Yu: "It’s great to have a rich wife, marrying a rich wife ans you don’t have to work hard for the rest of your life."
"True, I heard that Yang Yu works hauling bricks at a construction site, nowhere near as quick money as marrying a rich wife."
"Given the chance, I’d want it too, don’t tell you guys wouldn’t?"
These sleazy middle-aged villagers exchanged glances, all revealing a lecherous "you know what I an" expression.
Seeing that Yang Yu’s parents had taken shelter inside the house, Zhang Xiaohui’s mother, a middle-aged woman dressed in flashy clothes, cursed loudly at the front door: "Heavenly Kill’s Yang Family, why don’t you dare to co out and face us? Doing such beastly deeds, are you not afraid of having no descendants?"
"Today we, the Zhang Family, are putting it out there, either your Yang boy imdiately goes and registers for marriage with my daughter, or you compensate us two million. Otherwise, we’ll co block your door every week and curse your Yang Yu every day to have no sons and no grandchildren!"
The rural people dreaded the words "have no sons and no grandchildren" the most. Father Yang, Yang Rongguang, was so angry he wanted to rush out and argue with Zhang Xiaohui’s mother, but Yang Yu stopped him in ti: "Dad, this is my own matter, I’ll deal with it myself, you just stay at ho and keep Mom company."
Seeing Yang Yu’s return, Yang Rongguang also relaxed slightly, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out a bit: "Ah Yu, don’t be afraid. No matter what you’ve done, no matter the consequences, Mom and Dad will face them with you."
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