In the end, Xia Jianguo and his wife had no choice but to reluctantly agree to write an IOU.
Ye Huanhuan had her driver, Xiao He, take them directly to the notary office.
After notarizing the IOU, Ye Huanhuan carefully checked it and, after confirming that it was correct, put it into her bag.
"Now that the matter has been resolved, you can go back."
Mr. and Mrs. Xia exchanged a glance, then asked Ye Huanhuan, "Then what about this money..."
Ye Huanhuan: "Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to transfer the money to your cards when I get back."
Having received Ye Huanhuan's promise, Xia Jianguo and his wife could only leave dejectedly. Wang Shuyao, standing nearby, however, felt indignant on Ye Huanhuan's behalf, saying:
"You lent them the money so easily?"
Ye Huanhuan, however, seemed indifferent: "Let them lend it. Anyway, there's an IOU. If they don't pay back the money, I'll hand the matter over to a lawyer. They owe me 50 million. If you hire the best lawyer, how many years do you think they can get?"
Cheng Yue exclaimed in sudden realization, "No wonder you got them both to sign, and even added Xia Pengpeng's name! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
Ye Huanhuan: "No matter how clever you are, there will be times when you make a mistake. We could have avoided all this trouble. I didn't expect them to come to the school to find me directly."
"Having adoptive parents like that is truly the worst luck imaginable. I don't know how you managed to get by before," Wang Shuyao said.
"Before?" Ye Huanhuan gave a bitter smile. "Before, it was good enough to be alive. I tried to kill myself several times, but the King of Hell just wouldn't take me. What could I do?"
Hearing this, Cheng Yue couldn't help but feel sorry for Ye Huanhuan: "Luckily, your biological parents found you..."
"Yes," Ye Huanhuan sighed. "Speaking of which, we should thank them. If they hadn't found me, I might still be contemplating suicide right now."
"Alright, stop sighing, I'm starving!" Wang Shuyao urged the two of them. "It's been so long since I've had hot pot while drinking."
Cheng Yue's eyes lit up at the mention of hot pot. "Let's go, I'm hungry too! I'm going to eat until I'm stuffed today!"
The three of them soon arrived at the hot pot restaurant. Because of the kidnapping by Qin Feng last time, Ye Huanhuan now sends Tang Yi a message in advance wherever she goes. Not only that, she also has her driver, Xiao He, stand by at the door at all times.
As soon as the three of them sat down at the table, they ordered a bunch of dishes and beer. Ye Huanhuan then asked Cheng Yue, "Cheng Yue, why do you like hot pot so much?"
Wang Shuyao also looked at Cheng Yue with great curiosity, seemingly wondering why she was so obsessed with hot pot.
Cheng Yue's face stiffened. She seemed to have not expected Ye Huanhuan to ask her this question, and for a moment she didn't know how to answer. She just laughed it off and said:
"I like spicy food... hot pot is spicy enough, that's why I like it..."
Ye Huanhuan brought her face close to hers and ruthlessly exposed her: "Cheng Yue, you're lying!"
"I...I didn't..." Cheng Yue stammered in denial.
Seeing that she was unwilling to talk about it, Ye Huanhuan didn't force her. "Okay, if you don't have it, then forget it."
He then turned to Wang Shuyao and asked, "How are things going with Professor Wen lately?"
Asking this question would have been better; the moment it was asked, the atmosphere instantly turned cold. Wang Shuyao picked up the beer on the table, downed it in one gulp, and sighed deeply, saying:
"There's been no progress. I suspect he doesn't even like women."
"Could Professor Wen be gay?" Cheng Yue asked, somewhat surprised.
Wang Shuyao picked up another bottle of beer and said somewhat irritably, "How should I know! Anyway, pursuing him is harder than going to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures. I'm already thinking of giving up."
"Then give up," Ye Huanhuan comforted her. "There are so many men in the world, why be hung up on just one?"
"But I just like him." Wang Shuyao lay listlessly on the table.
Cheng Yue patted her shoulder, "Have you expressed your feelings to him?"
“Yes! I’ve told him a hundred times, but he just won’t accept it!” Wang Shuyao muttered.
"Maybe he's just emotionally slow?" Cheng Yue said.
"have no idea!"
Wang Shuyao scratched her hair, looking particularly agitated. "I'm already like this, by all accounts, even an iron tree should bloom by now. Sigh, I, Wang Shuyao, have been carefree for almost thirty years, and yet I've fallen for this man."
"Alright, alright," Ye Huanhuan advised, "Stop bothering me, let's eat hot pot."
After a few rounds of drinks, Cheng Yue and Wang Shuyao were both a little drunk and even started talking nonsense.
Cheng Yue mumbled intermittently, "Ye Huanhuan, Wang Shuyao, I'm so happy to be friends with you... hiccup... Didn't you just ask me why I like hot pot so much? Hiccup... I'll tell you... it's because before my dad passed away, he promised to take me to eat hot pot... but he broke his promise... sob sob... to save those three teenagers... he even abandoned me. Tell me, does my dad not love me anymore?"
Cheng Yue cried as she kept chugging alcohol down her throat, tears streaming down her face.
Ye Huanhuan paused in her hand, which was holding food, and then put her chopsticks down on the table.
"So that's how it is..."
She gently patted Cheng Yue's back and comforted her, "Don't cry, Cheng Yue. Your father is a hero. He's definitely watching over you from heaven."
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