Wang Peng was a little confused and asked, "Mom, who did something wrong?"
"You!" Hu Juan said irritably, "Who else but you could commit such a sin?"
Wang Peng was even more bewildered, and asked in confusion, "What sins have I committed?"
Hu Juan stared at Wang Peng for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh.
"Mingyue seems to have made up her mind about you, completely fallen in love with you. I've introduced her to many potential partners, including civil servants, handsome young men, and successful businessmen..."
"She doesn't like any of them, she doesn't like any of them." Hu Juan slapped her thigh excitedly, "But she's chosen you."
Wang Peng was immediately dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at Hu Juan. After a long while, he couldn't help but scratch his scalp.
"Mom, what exactly does she see in me? Go back and ask her, and I'll change, okay?"
At this point, Wang Peng's older brother gave a cold shoulder: "This is too ridiculous. I already have a child, why would she like me? Are all the men in the world dead?"
"Yes, I also want to ask, are all the men in the world dead?" Hu Juan forced out a smile that was more like a grimace.
Wang Peng immediately shook his head, realizing the seriousness of the situation. The two were destined to have no future; continuing would only hurt Hu Mingyue.
Thinking of that innocent girl sent chills down his spine.
"Mom, you have to talk to her properly. This can't go on. It will only hurt her and herself," Wang Peng said seriously.
Hu Juan sighed softly and said, "Do you think I didn't try to persuade her? I've talked myself hoarse, but she just won't listen. What else can I do?"
At this point, she took a big gulp of tea, as if she were arguing with the tea, or perhaps with herself.
Wang Peng sat down beside him and took a sip of tea to calm his nerves. He said, "How about I get a divorce from Mingzhu?"
"Hmph!" Hu Juan sneered, "If you divorce Mingzhu today, she'll drag you to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get your marriage certificate tomorrow."
"Alright, let's stop joking around," Wang Peng said helplessly. "You should try to persuade her; I'm at my wit's end."
He returned to his seat, poured himself another cup of tea, and after thinking about it carefully, he still couldn't help but laugh or cry.
Hu Juan said, "Xiao Peng, you're the older brother, you can't ignore this. Let's think of a solution together and get this sorted out."
In a farmhouse courtyard in the eastern suburbs of the provincial capital, four people were playing mahjong in the main room.
Zhou Dahai drew a two of dots, and was so angry that he cursed and threw it away. He won with a four of dots.
"I won!" Ma Zhan, a fellow player, hurriedly grabbed the two of dots and pushed his own tiles over. "Old Zhou, sorry about that, let's serve the food."
"Damn it, what bad luck." Zhou Dahai took out his wallet, only to find that he only had a little over fifty yuan left. He had lost a hundred yuan in this round.
He scratched his head and took out fifty yuan: "Old Ma, can you lend me a thousand?"
“It works!” Ma Zhan handed him a thousand yuan and said with a smile, “I don’t trust others, so I’ll just think of Boss Zhou.”
With a thousand yuan in hand, Zhou Dahai immediately perked up: "Don't be so smug. The first thing you win is paper; the last thing you win is money."
His luck continued to run out. For every game he won, he would lose four in a row.
They played from nine in the morning until nine at night. Zhou Dahai lost all his money again and stretched out his hand, saying, "Old Ma, lend me another thousand."
"Hehe." Ma Zhan took out the ledger. "Old Zhou, you already owe me 18,000 yuan. Take a look for yourself."
He tossed the ledger in front of Zhou Dahai and leisurely lit a cigarette.
"So many? How is that possible?" Zhou Dahai hurriedly picked up the ledger.
“Old Zhou, every single transaction has your signature on it. You might try to renege on your debts.” Ma Zhan sneered and winked at the other two card players.
The other two looked at each other and smiled.
Zhou Dahai was dumbfounded. Just as Ma Zhan had said, he had his own signature for every loan he took out, and he recognized his own handwriting.
He borrowed 1,000 yuan each time, and borrowed a total of 18 times, which amounted to 18,000 yuan.
He put down the ledger, looked at the three card players in front of him, and suddenly felt that he had been cheated. The three of them must have teamed up to cheat.
"Old Ma, I'll come back to pay you back in three days at most." After saying that, Zhou Dahai stood up and walked towards the door.
His two mahjong partners, one from the north and one from the south, immediately stopped him, blocking the door to the main room, and pulled out a dagger from their pockets.
Upon seeing the knife, Zhou Dahai frowned immediately: "Ma Zhan, we're old friends, why are you using a knife?"
"Don't misunderstand, that's a fruit knife." Ma Zhan smiled slightly, put his arm around Zhou Dahai's shoulder, and helped him sit down again.
“Old Zhou, call your family and have them send you 20,000 yuan. Then you can leave,” Ma Zhan added.
Zhou Dahai stared intently at him and said in a deep voice, "Old Ma, we've known each other for a while now, is this really necessary?"
"Interesting." Ma Zhan crossed his legs and sneered, "You're not leaving this room today if I don't see the money."
The two stared at each other for a long time, the air thick with silence. Finally, Zhou Dahai dialed his wife's number.
The couple chatted for a few minutes, and Zhou Dahai had just explained how he owed the money when his wife immediately hung up the phone.
Zhou Dahai was taken aback and quickly dialed the number. The first two times, the call was immediately disconnected. When he tried to call a third time, his wife's phone was switched off.
"You damned woman, you filthy bitch!" Zhou Dahai cursed angrily.
"Hmph." Ma Zhan sneered, "Brother Dahai, stop cursing and hurry up and think of a way to make money."
Zhou Dahai felt utterly dejected and slumped into a chair. He had no money left; the rest was in his wife's hands.
"Old Ma, we've been friends for seven or eight years. Just because of this ten thousand yuan, you're keeping me here?"
“That’s right!” Ma Zhan said with a smile. “Old Zhou, we’ve known each other for so long, don’t you know me? I’m known for being mercenary.”
In the warm and welcoming residential area of the provincial capital, Wang Peng was strolling around the house with his son in his arms.
"Honey, why is the baby so energetic today? He's usually asleep by now," Li Mingzhu yawned, unable to resist complaining.
"Who knows?" Wang Peng looked at his son, who was pretending to be asleep, and was both amused and exasperated.
Li Mingzhu yawned again and lay down on the bed. "Honey, has Mingyue contacted you?"
“No.” Wang Peng shook his head. “I talked with Aunt Hu all day today, but I still couldn’t think of a way to comfort her.”
Thinking of Hu Mingyue, who is obsessed with love, Wang Peng couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
He chuckled and said with a smile, "This old man of mine has become a hot commodity. That little woman of hers is out of her mind."
"Haha." Li Mingzhu laughed, "You're not even twenty years old yet, you're not some old man."
Just then, Wang Peng's phone rang. He handed his son to Li Mingzhu and quickly answered the phone: "Hello, this is Wang Peng."
"Boss Wang, this is Zhou Dahai. Give me 50,000 yuan, and I'll sell my shares in Huihuang right now."
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