Meng Zihan became increasingly angry as she realized that she had not only been schemed against by her own father, but now she was being schemed against by this whole family.
Her face flushed red, and she shouted, "You think I'm stupid? You want to cheat me out of my money?!"
Meng Xueyun showed no sign of guilt, only coldly staring at Meng Zihan.
"We'd lie to you?" Meng Xueyun sneered. "What good would it do us to lie to you? Would it expose our shameful debt collection practices and make our family look bad?"
“Those debt collectors come to our building three times a day. When I go out to buy groceries, they follow me; when I go to work at the factory, they follow me to the factory gate. Everyone in the building is talking behind our backs, saying we've messed with the mafia. Xiaohan, do you know what kind of life your aunt is living now? Maybe they'll be here soon. You can ask them yourself then, and you'll know if I'm lying to you or not.”
Meng Zihan's mind was buzzing.
Meng Xueyun's demeanor didn't seem like she was lying.
Could it be...?
That old bastard Meng Xuejun has really racked up another 100,000 yuan in gambling debts.
And she's been dragged into this too?
The moment this thought crossed Meng Zihan's mind, a cold sweat broke out on her back.
100,000 yuan!
Why should she help Meng Xuejun pay off this huge debt?
no!
Absolutely not!
She came back at the worst possible time; it was like walking right into a trap!
We have to leave immediately, before those debt collectors return, and slip away!
Otherwise, once you get entangled, you won't be able to leave as easily as you want.
In the blink of an eye, Meng Zihan had made her decision.
Her anger vanished instantly, and she glanced at her watch, her face showing anxiety.
"Oh no, I suddenly remembered, I had an appointment with Mr. Wang, the owner of the garment factory, to discuss some business! My memory is terrible, I almost forgot. Aunt, Uncle, I have to go now, I'll come see you another day!"
As she spoke, she grabbed her small handbag from the sofa, turned around, and rushed towards the door.
"stop!"
How could Meng Xueyun let her get away like that?
She rushed forward and grabbed Meng Zihan's arm tightly.
"The money issue hasn't been resolved yet, where are you going!"
Meng Xueyun gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with hatred.
She had been driven to the brink of desperation, and today she was determined to keep Meng Zihan, this source of trouble, and settle this score.
"Auntie, what are you doing! Let go of me!"
Meng Zihan was both shocked and furious, and struggled desperately.
The two started pulling and tugging inside the house.
Wearing high heels, Meng Zihan lost her balance and was pulled by Meng Xueyun, causing her to stumble and almost fall.
In her panic, she disregarded all decorum and reached out to push Meng Xueyun's shoulder.
"You're insane!"
Meng Xueyun was pushed back two steps and bumped into the corner of the dining table, crying out in pain.
In that brief moment of distraction, Meng Zihan broke free from her grasp, rushed to the door in three quick steps, and twisted the lock.
She suddenly pulled the door open.
However, the light at the door did not appear as expected.
Outside the door, three dark figures were blocking the way.
The three people stood there like three small mountains, completely blocking the already narrow passage.
They were all dressed in matching black tight-fitting t-shirts and shiny pointed leather shoes, sitting listlessly on the stair steps smoking.
Upon hearing the door open, all three people stood up simultaneously.
The leader was a man with a crew cut, wearing a thick gold chain around his neck, and a shallow scar on his face that ran from his eyebrow to his cheekbone.
He took off his sunglasses, looked Meng Zihan up and down, and grinned, revealing a set of teeth that were yellowed from smoking.
"Oh, isn't this President Meng?"
His voice was hoarse, but he said familiarly, "When did President Meng return to Jiangcheng? He didn't even tell the brothers. I heard that President Meng is quite powerful now, making a fortune in the south. In that case, why don't you pay back the money your father owes us?"
As soon as the man finished speaking, Meng Zihan's heart sank to the bottom.
She recognized the person.
This man was one of Zhou Shixian's henchmen, surnamed Liu, and people in the underworld called him "Brother Liu".
She saw Zhou Shixian quite often when she was with him.
How could Meng Xuejun owe Zhou Shixian money?
That old fox is ruthless and heartless; how could Meng Xuejun dare to provoke him?
Despite her inner turmoil, Meng Zihan forced a calm expression on her face.
She steadied herself against the doorframe, her legs feeling weak, and forced a smile, saying, "Brother Liu, you must be mistaken. Is there...is there some misunderstanding? My dad...how could he possibly owe President Zhou money?"
"Misunderstanding?" Brother Liu chuckled as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
Without wasting words, he pulled a black mobile phone from the leather case at his waist, skillfully pulled out the long antenna, and dialed a number.
"Beep beep..."
The call was quickly connected. Brother Liu mumbled a few words into the receiver, "President Zhou, I've cornered her, it's Meng Zihan," and then handed the brick-heavy phone to Meng Zihan.
"President Zhou wants to speak with you."
Meng Zihan's fingers trembled slightly, but she still took the heavy mobile phone.
She put the phone to her ear, and that familiar yet repulsive voice came through.
"President Meng, you're such a busy person now. You've become a big boss, it's not easy to even see you."
It really is Zhou Shixian!
Meng Zihan gripped the phone tightly.
She had no patience for beating around the bush with Zhou Shixian and coldly said, "Stop talking nonsense! What exactly happened?"
Zhou Shixian chuckled softly on the other end of the phone and said slowly, "What happened? It's simple. Your dear father came to me himself, crying and begging, saying he was short of money and wanted to borrow some. Out of consideration for you being his daughter, I generously lent him 100,000 yuan. Now the repayment date is here, and I can't find him, so I had to contact your family. It's that simple."
"Isn't President Meng a big boss now? How come he's trying to renege on such a small amount of money?"
"Zhou Shixian, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?!"
Meng Zihan simply didn't believe Zhou Shixian would be willing to lend money to Meng Xuejun. She said rudely, "Go ask whoever owes you money! This has nothing to do with me!"
"It's alright?" Zhou Shixian's voice turned cold. "Meng Xuejun is your own father! It's only right that a daughter should pay for her father's debts. Who else should I turn to if not you?"
"Who said he's my dad?" Meng Zihan went all out and started arguing unreasonably. "Do you have any proof? I don't even know this person! Asking me for money is useless! Let me tell you, Zhou Shixian, this is Jiangcheng, not Gangcheng! If you dare to harass me again, I'll call the police right now!"
She believed that Zhou Shixian, who had been staying in Hong Kong for a long time, would be terrified if she mentioned calling the police!
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