The relationship between Xiao Linsheng and Liu Rumeng is so deep that it makes people despair.
What was she? A potential concubine who came to him willingly to help him “put out the fire”?
However, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.
Now that things have come to this, she has no way out.
She remembered the boundless luxury on the top floor of the Mandarin Oriental that night, the powerful aura of Xiao Linsheng that seemed to control everything, and the concentration hidden deep in his eyes when he looked at Liu Rumeng, which no one could divert from.
What she was betting on was the commitment and sense of responsibility behind that strength, and... the little bit of mercy that might fall on her, a "sensible" person.
She took a deep breath, forced herself to suppress all her anxiety, and said in a tone that was almost desperate: "Dad, Mom! I believe him! Xiao Linsheng is not the kind of person who goes back on his word. He must be entangled in something big right now. This apartment..."
She subconsciously reached for the key in her pocket—it was the key to a small apartment in Central that Xiaolinsheng had given her that night. "He gave it to me. If it really comes to that... the worst that can happen is we can just sell it! It's worth at least three or four hundred thousand, and with our family savings, it's more than enough to pay off the debt! It's settled! Dad, you know people who can borrow money. Let's go to the finance company now!"
Seeing their daughter so determined, Lu's father and mother looked at each other and saw the helplessness and heaviness in each other's eyes.
Their daughter has said so much and even staked the only "real estate" given to her by Kobayashi. What else can they say?
"Okay...okay."
Father Lu sighed heavily, as if he had aged several years in an instant. "I... I'll go ask around and see which company offers relatively low interest rates."
Lu Ruirong changed into an inconspicuous set of plain clothes, put on a hat and sunglasses, and followed his father out of the house with a nervous and heavy heart.
After all, she had just participated in the Miss Hong Kong finals and won the third place in front of all the citizens of Hong Kong. She still had to pay attention to the impact. If she didn't cover up when going out, she would be recognized in minutes.
About half an hour after the Lu family father and daughter left, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan stopped steadily at the narrow intersection where the Lu family's tenement building was located.
The car door opened and Gao Qiaohao, dressed in a well-fitting suit, walked out.
He was holding a piece of paper with an address on it. He looked around and his eyes fell on Lu's mother who was struggling to wash a large basin of clothes on the street.
He adjusted his tie, walked forward with a professional and polite smile, and asked:
"Excuse me, auntie, is this Miss Lu Ruirong's home?"
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