Cheng Yan, who was having a pleasant conversation with Jian He, frowned in displeasure when he heard Maison's words.
In his mind, Mason should be a very perceptive assistant, right? But what's wrong with him today? Why is he doing things that show no tact whatsoever?
Is he planning to sever his own marriage all by himself?
Hearing that Mason was telling her to go home, Jian He felt it was inappropriate to continue talking to Cheng Yan.
She casually said, "Okay, it is getting late, Uncle Mai, let's go back."
Just as Jian He took a step forward, preparing to leave with Mason, Cheng Yan suddenly grabbed Jian He's arm.
He said, "Jian He, wait a moment."
"What's wrong?" Jian He asked, looking bewildered.
Cheng Yan has been talking to me for almost the entire night. What does it mean that he's holding me back and not letting me leave?
"Uncle Mai, I think I just heard that the tires on your car are flat?"
Cheng Yan looked directly at Mason.
Mason's mind was in complete disarray. The car he had driven with Jian He today was a brand new car, so how could it be flat?
When Cheng Yan said this to himself, did he want his car to be flat, or flat?
As expected of a seasoned veteran, he reacted in just a few seconds. The elderly Mason scratched the back of his head in utter embarrassment.
He said, "Cough cough... It seems like he's stopped breathing... Right, Mr. Cheng... Actually, he should be dead..."
Cheng Yan finally heard the answer he wanted to hear from Mason.
He nodded to Mason and said, "Since it's flat, let's take it to the repair shop to get it fixed. Uncle Mason, I'll do you the trouble of taking Jianhe home."
Upon hearing Cheng Yan's words, Mason quickly understood.
He nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Cheng. You've worked hard."
"Miss, I'm going to get my car fixed. Mr. Cheng can take you home..."
Under Mason's eager gaze, Cheng Yan led Jian He out of the charity event.
The charity event was quickly publicized by the Nanluo City Television Station.
The family of three, who had been kicked out of the villa by Jian He, saw on the public television on the street that Jian He had generously donated 50 million for a small charity event.
That's fifty million! How come it's worth only five yuan in Jian He's hands?
Yin Muyan was furious when she saw the news.
She complained to her parents, "Dad, Mom, Jian He, that spendthrift woman, is really too much. She kicked our family out of the villa, and then she turned around and donated 50 million to charity?"
"If we had fifty million, we would never sleep on the streets again. Mom, you can't let my brother divorce Jian He. I don't want to live a hard life. I don't care. Go and talk to my brother and make him apologize to Jian He and invite our family back into the big villa."
Because of camping, Yin's mother caught a bad cold and was coughing incessantly.
"Cough cough... I don't know what your brother is busy with. I haven't seen him for two days. It's really not good for us to keep living on the streets like this. I'll call your brother now and ask him to send us some money so we can find a hotel to stay in."
Mother Yin simply couldn't bear the consequences of camping.
Left with no other option, she had to call Yin Muqiao to ask for money.
Before Yin Muqiao and Jian He had a falling out, he never carried money. No matter what he bought, someone would always follow him and pay the bill.
Now, Jian He has fallen out with him, and there's no one left to pay his bill.
He was also short of money. When Yin's mother called him asking for money, he was holding Wu Hua, who was crying, and gently comforting her.
Yin's mother said to him, "Ah Qiao, your father, your sister, and I have been sleeping on the street for two nights already. We are not in good health, so it's not appropriate for us to continue sleeping on the street. Could you transfer some money to my account so we can find a hotel to stay in tonight?"
Upon hearing his mother's request, Yin Muqiao couldn't help but stand up and distance himself from Wu Hua.
It was as if they were afraid Wu Hua would hear about these things.
"Mom, I don't have much money on me either. How about you don't stay in a hotel? I'll give you some money to rent a cheaper place, okay?"
Upon hearing that Yin Muqiao wanted her to rent a cheap house, Yin's mother immediately became unhappy.
What kind of life did she live before? She lived the life of a wealthy housewife in a luxurious villa, with several maids taking care of her 24 hours a day.
Yin Muqiao wants her to rent a cheap place to live? Isn't that underestimating her status? In her opinion, Yin Muqiao should at least book her a room in a five-star hotel, for a year or two first.
"Ah Qiao, you want us to live in cheap houses? Do you know what kind of conditions cheap houses are in? There's no heating in winter, no air conditioning in summer, the house is in terrible condition, and there are even rats. Your father and I have worked hard to raise you for so many years, are you planning to abandon us?"
With just a few words from his mother, Yin Muqiao was branded as unfilial.
He lowered his voice and whispered his rebuttal: "Mom, that's not what I meant. It's just that you know Jian He wants a divorce and has cut off all my expenses. I don't have much money left in my bank account."
"I'll transfer 10,000 yuan to you first. You can rent a place and settle down. We can talk about anything else later."
When Wu Hua heard him say that he didn't have much money, she couldn't help but frown. Yin Muqiao had only been kicked out by Jian He for a few days, and he was already broke?
Does that mean he's always been a poor guy?
If that's the case, she can no longer get entangled with Yin Muqiao. After all, she's not in the charity business; she originally wanted to become a rich woman through men.
Yin Muqiao tried to resolve the matter by delaying tactics, but his mother didn't believe him at all.
"Ah Qiao, are you trying to play the poor card with us? You've been married to Jian He for three years, plus the salary you earn at the Jian Group, and now you're telling me you have no money? Tell me, where did all your money go?"
"Could it be that you're keeping Wu Hua, that vixen?"
As Yin's mother pressed on, she easily steered the conversation toward Wu Hua.
Yin Muqiao hurriedly explained, "Mom, it's really not like that. Don't think too much about it. Don't worry, I'll transfer 50,000 yuan to you right now."
After finishing his sentence, Yin Muqiao hurriedly hung up the phone and went to send money to his mother.
When Yin Muqiao transferred money to his mother, Wu Hua quietly approached him. When she saw through Yin Muqiao's mobile banking app that there was still eight thousand yuan left in his bank card, Wu Hua was dumbfounded...
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