: "No, don't grab it...that's our Xiang family's money!"
So, the money of their Xiang family is more valuable and cannot be touched by others, while other people's money is cheaper and deserves to be embezzled by them?
Such double standards!
"As for the kowtow... Haha, Ms. Qi's head is truly precious. A few kowtows are worth 18 million? If that's the case, wouldn't you have become the richest man in the world by performing the kowtow earlier? Why bother embezzling my mother's money?"
Xiang Wanwan's voice was cold, soft, and weak, but every word she spoke pierced Xiang Yongkang and Qi Yishan's hearts.
"How about this, Ms. Qi, why don't you kowtow to every wealthy person in Jiangcheng and see if anyone would lend you 18 million... Oh, no, I forgot there's another 50 million, a total of 68 million—for President Xiang?"
50 million? Xiang Yongkang suddenly understood: "It's you! You... you rebellious girl! Do you really want to kill me?!"
No wonder I was so unlucky today, it turns out she had planned everything!
"Mr. Xiang, you can't say that. I just became Mr. Fang Kuai's creditor three days ago. Let me remind you, if you can't pay back 50 million within a week, then I have the right to demand the auction of your assets to pay off the debt."
Xiang Wanwan asked with a smile, "After deducting half of my mother's post-marital assets, how much assets does Mr. Xiang have left? Is it enough to pay off the debt?"
Chapter 26 At this point, Xiang Yongkang has lost his reputation, status, money, his son, is on the verge of bankruptcy, and even lost his company.
Is it enough to pay off the debt? 68 million?
Qi Yishan was stumped by this question and was stunned.
Xiang Wanwan ignored her and gestured to everyone.
Everyone acted in a well-trained manner.
Luo Zhen packed up the recovered jewelry, bags, and other items, sealed them in boxes, took photos as evidence, and loaded them into the car. After the inventory was complete, the bodyguards escorted him, Zhu Kaiqi, and the jewelry back to the Du residence.
Xiang Wanwan's car was the last one to leave.
Before leaving, she gently said to Qi Yishan, who was limp on the ground, "Ms. Qi, please forgive me for reminding you that the house you are living in now was bought by my mother before we got married. I give you three days to move out, otherwise I will sue you for illegal trespassing."
Even the house is being taken back! Qi Yishan burst into tears, "Xiang Wanwan, how can you be so cruel! You won't leave even one house, you are trying to kill me and your father!"
"Then you should ask your good husband why he hasn't earned enough money to buy you a new house in twenty years?" Xiang Wanwan left a message and ordered, "Drive."
Pei Xingyao pressed the button, the car door closed, and he accelerated quickly and smoothly and left.
The live-bloggers and internet celebrities who heard the news were left behind. They formed teams of three or five people, holding up their mobile phones to take 360-degree photos of Qi Yishan crying bitterly.
"What are you doing!" Qi Yishan waved her hands, trying to knock the camera away. After failing, she yelled at the community security guard, "What are you still standing there for? Come over here and kick them out! Is this how you guys work as security?"
The property management and security guards had a keen sense of gossip and had already understood what had happened from the previous quarrel. They said seriously, "Ms. Qi, you are not an owner of this community. We in the property management serve the owners."
"You...you guys..." Qi Yisan was so angry that she almost vomited blood. Stars appeared in front of her eyes and she staggered back to her house.
After closing the door and running into the living room, Qi Yishan burst into tears again: "Lao Xiang, what should we do now?"
Xiang Yongkang sat on the sofa, his face pale. His left hand was in a plaster, and his right hand, which was still movable, was holding a mobile phone. A string of call records was displayed on the phone screen.
All of them are missed calls.
Each of these names was either a business partner who had once been on close terms with Xiang Yongkang, or a wealthy family that had a good relationship with the Xiang family.
WeChat messages popped up on the screen.
Xiang Yongkang's phone was busy, so his secretary sent the message via WeChat.
"Mr. Xiang, we suddenly received a notice from the court freezing 50% of the company's assets. They claim it's Ms. Du Qingjia's inheritance. What's going on?"
"Boss Xiang, I can't complete the paperwork for the Jincheng No. 1 house you asked me to buy. Why do you say it's Xiang Wanwan's asset?"
"Boss Xiang..."
All sorts of news came pouring in, and Xiang Yongkang seemed to have aged ten years in just a short while, his face brimming with weariness and fatigue. This time, even his scolding was weak: "Shut up! You still have the nerve to cry? Hurry up and tell your worthless family to hand over all the money! If I go bankrupt, your Qi family won't be able to survive either!"
Qi Yisan went upstairs crying, but the first thing she did was not to call her parents' home, but to kick open Xiang Wanyi's door.
A loud bang frightened Xiang Wanyi so much that she jumped up. "What...what do you want to do?"
Qi Yishan didn't answer, but rushed into her cloakroom and put all her bags, high-end clothes, shoes, hats, jewelry, etc. into a big bag.
"You...what are you doing!" Xiang Wanyi screamed and rushed forward to stop him, "This is my stuff!"
"Your things? Have you earned a penny in the past twenty years? You still eat and use our things! All your things belong to the Xiang family. Now I am Mrs. Xiang. I want to take them back. What do you dare to do?" Qi Yisan pushed her away.
Xiang Wanwan had just made a list, each and every one of them, something Qi Yishan had personally found in the Xiang residence. She knew exactly what was in every corner of the Xiang residence. She had even made a mental list of what was left in Xiang Wanyi's room.
After taking away the few remaining jewelry, luxury brand bags, clothes, shoes and hats, Qi Yishan swept through all the electronic products in the room.
No matter how Xiang Wanyi cried or begged, it was useless. Instead, she was slapped several times by Qi Yishan and stood crying in the messy room.
In just over a month, everything has changed.
She lost her status as the heiress to a fortune of 900 billion, lost the treatment she deserved as the daughter of a wealthy family, and her father's attitude changed. Her stepmother could now yell at her. If she said something wrong, she would be scolded, even beaten.
But before today, Xiang Wanyi still thought she was rich, as she had so many jewels in her room. She had thought that if Xiang Yongkang scolded her again, she would run away with those jewels worth hundreds of millions.
But now, the jewelry worth hundreds of millions that originally belonged to Xiang Wanwan have been taken back. The remaining jewelry, which belonged to Qi Yishan, has been snatched away.
After living for twenty years, she actually has nothing except this body.
She is not even Xiang Yongkang's biological daughter. Xiang Yongkang and Qi Yishan have a biological son!
"Dad..." Xiang Wanyi habitually called out the name she had called every time she got into trouble for the past twenty years, mumbling, "What should I do in the future?"
Not to mention that she is not Xiang Yongkang's biological daughter, even if she is, how could Xiang Yongkang have the heart to care about her?
Not only the things around Xiang Wanyi, but also Qi Yisan's jewelry and brand-name bags were all taken out and asked to be sold by people everywhere.
After the live broadcast, everyone knew the Xiang family was in trouble and in desperate need of cash. On one hand, wealthy families and business partners were no longer willing to lend money to Xiang Yongkang, while on the other, various vendors came knocking, maliciously undercutting the price.
A bag originally priced at 200,000 or 300,000 yuan is being pushed down to 20,000 or 30,000 yuan by various dealers. Don't want to sell it? Do you think the price is too low? You can just refuse to sell it. If you don't want to sell it to me today, don't blame the next buyer tomorrow for asking 10,000 yuan.
Still not selling? Then just keep it and wait for the court to auction it off and repay Xiang Wanwan!
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when the wall falls, everyone pushes it. Xiang Yongkang knew very well that this was a forced price reduction, but what could he do? He still had to sell it.
After selling everything in the Xiang family - watches, jewelry, high-end clothes, shoes and hats, antiques, etc., Xiang Yongkang only raised more than 4 million.
It’s not even a fraction of 68 million.
"How could this be?" Qi Yishan was incredulous. "Lao Xiang, how could our family not even come up with 10 million? Aren't we rich? We're a wealthy family with assets worth billions!"
Xiang Yongkang smoked a cigarette, frowned, and said nothing.
For twenty years, he had always thought he was a successful person. The support of the Du family and the help of Du Qingjia were only twenty years ago. He, Xiang Yongkang, had been reborn. He was the CEO of Hengchen, with billions of assets.
But when Xiang Wanwan used a document to calculate the assets, he realized that the original one billion in assets, including Du Qingjia's three houses, yachts, and fund stocks before marriage, had to be deducted. After deducting these, two or three hundred million were gone.
The rest is almost entirely tied to the company, Hengchen, which he co-founded with Du Qingjia, and half of it is Du Qingjia's assets. Xiang Wanwan is now accusing him of infidelity and suing him, demanding a smaller share, or no share, of Du Qingjia's estate. Until the inheritance dispute is fully resolved, Hengchen's assets are frozen, preventing him from selling them.
Moreover, Xiang Yongkang didn't dare to touch those fixed assets at all. Once he started selling them off for cash, Hengchen would be close to bankruptcy.
Once Hengchen is gone, everything will be over for him.
Xiang Yongkang exhaled a long puff of smoke and picked up his phone to transfer money. "Anyway, let's find a house first. The deadline is tomorrow afternoon. Xiang Wanwan... that beast, she's capable of anything! I absolutely cannot let anyone film me being kicked out!"
"Oh..." Qi Yishan nodded, but when she saw the transfer amount, she was shocked again: "Why is it only 30,000? Lao Xiang, what can you do with 30,000!"
Xiang Yongkang yelled, "You can rent a house! Just do what I tell you to do. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Do you want a beating?"
Qi Yisan shrank her neck and dared not speak.
The next day, she took the 30,000 yuan, rented a three-bedroom, one-living-room house, and bought some things.
Xiang Yongkang's plan was to quietly move out with his family of three, without letting anyone know. But the influencers and the media weren't fools. Everyone knew Xiang Wanwan had given them three days. This was a good show, so who would miss it?
There were people guarding every corner of the community throughout the day.
Xiang Yongkang had only two choices: either be kicked out by Xiang Wanwan's people or be live-streamed moving out. Both were humiliating, so he could only choose the less humiliating option—being live-streamed moving out of his villa.
Xiang Yongkang wanted to leave quietly, to be photographed quietly, but this time, the people waiting in the community for the live broadcast weren't the wealthy wives of the neighborhood, but various internet celebrities. The wealthy wives ate melons and live-streamed them silently, purely for the benefit of the onlookers. The internet celebrities wanted traffic, topics, and tips, so of course they would do whatever it took to stir up the audience's emotions.
They each held up their cell phones, turned on the lights, and shouted loudly.
"Look, my friends, this is what happens to scumbags!"
"Mr. Xiang used to drive around with BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes worth over five million yuan, but now he only has a used car! He only has three suitcases of luggage!"
"So satisfying! The real daughter avenged her mother and forced the scumbag mistress and the fake daughter to move out of the mansion!"
"The billionaire who claims to be worth billions is just a nobody. Now let's reveal the truth! After moving out of his original wife's mansion, he couldn't even afford to buy a house and could only rent a three-bedroom apartment!"
That night, Xiang Yongkang's hardship, poverty, embarrassment, and helplessness were completely exposed to everyone. Twenty years ago, when he married Du Qingjia, Xiang Yongkang had been as proud as he was, and now he was as destitute as he was.
Xiang Wanwan used her actions and results to tell everyone: Without the halo of the Du family, Xiang Yongkang is nothing.
They all come from ordinary backgrounds. Some of them rely on their own abilities to earn high salaries, reach the pinnacle of life, and become Zhuge Liang, admired and feared by everyone.
Like Wei Nanrong. That is called talent, hero, elite.
Some people make their fortunes by becoming the son-in-law of a wealthy family, by sucking the blood of the original wife, and by relying on the face of their father-in-law. In fact, their abilities have not improved in the past 20 years, and all their IQ has been spent on coaxing women.
Like Xiang Yongkang, this is called a Phoenix man, a waste, and a scumbag.
"Hahaha!"
In the Du family mansion, Xiang Wanwan specially turned on the projection screen and played the live broadcast. She also asked the kitchen to prepare a large table of delicious food and provide unlimited ice beer, ice cola and other drinks.
Everyone in the Du family drank and celebrated Xiang Yongkang's miserable condition.
Zhu Kaiqi drank a can of ice-cold beer in one gulp before letting out a sigh of relief: "Ha—so cool! I've been holding this breath for more than ten years, and now I can finally let it out! Wanwan, it's all thanks to you! It's been twenty years, Mr. Du..."
Her eyes were a little red, but she still smiled, waved her hands and said, "Let's not talk about this, the future is more important! Anyway, it's awesome! It's awesome!"
Not only her, but even Luo Zhen's eyes were red: "Sir, you can rest in peace now."
Xiang Wanwan was burning incense for Du Jingyuan and Du Qingjia in a corner of the living room. She smiled when she heard this.
Close your eyes? Not even close.
Not only in Jiangcheng, but also throughout the internet, Xiang Yongkang had become the hottest topic. The internet celebrities who live-streamed Xiang Yongkang moving out of his ex-wife's mansion that day all reaped the benefits of the traffic.
Just as businessmen chase profits, some internet celebrities chase traffic, regardless of the consequences. Besides following Xiang Yongkang, live-streaming him struggling to borrow money and Qi Yishan carrying a non-woven bag to buy groceries, they also kept digging into the story of Du Qingjia's death twenty years ago.
While digging, someone finally let the cat out of the bag—it's rumored that Xiang Wanwan hired a housekeeping team to clean the now-empty apartment at No. 11, Discovery Bay, and discovered a crumpled photo in the living room trash can. Anyway, a marketing account got the scoop, revealing that Xiang Yongkang and Qi Yishan actually had a son.
Moreover, he is a son who is about twenty years old.
The marketing account deliberately added: "Twenty years old, our real daughter is also twenty years old."
Although the photo is blurry, it captures the front face, and anyone familiar with it can recognize it at a glance.
"Isn't this Xiang Xingyu from our school's XX College?"
"Holy crap! It turns out the melon is right next to me! I remember Xiang Xingyu is 20 years old this year, and his birthday is March 15th."
"An anonymous spectator from the wealthy family stated that the registered birth date of the real and fake daughters was July 11, 20 years ago. In other words, Xiang Yongkang, the scumbag, cheated on his wife and fathered a son with his mistress first? This makes Ms. Du's death and the loss of the real daughter very intriguing."
“Interesting.”
"Sith Void."
Once the identity of the illegitimate child was exposed, Xiang Xingyu's life changed drastically.
His friends all shunned him, and his girlfriend broke up with him. It seemed as if the whole world was pointing fingers at him. No matter where he appeared, someone would hold up their phone, secretly or openly taking photos of him.
"He is the illegitimate son of that scumbag and bitch..."
"No wonder he's so generous. I thought he was a rich second-generation kid, but it turns out he's an illegitimate child."
"Girls should stay away from this kind of guy. If you inherit the scumbag genes, who knows if you'll be the next wife to be killed by an unfaithful husband?"
"He looks like a scumbag!"
Xiang Xingyu was scolded for a week. No matter how much he begged for mercy or yelled at those around him, it was useless. He seemed to have become a rat crossing the street, a laughing stock.
He finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Xiang Wanwan! You're such a ruthless woman!" Xiang Xingyu ran to the entrance of Runjia Investment, his neck red as he cursed, "Don't you want people to laugh at me? My life is ruined, and you won't be able to have an easy life either!"
After scolding Xiang Wanwan, he turned around and yelled, "Don't you want traffic and live streaming? Then broadcast it live! Tell everyone that Xiang Wanwan killed her own father and brother! If my father, my mother, and I are dead, it was because of Xiang Wanwan! She is the murderer!"
He was yelling like a madman, but no security guard came to chase him away. In front of the magnificent building of Runjia Investment, behind a door, white-collar workers were working normally, while outside the door, Xiang Xingyu was yelling like a madman.
No one felt sorry for him, only internet celebrities were pointing and talking at the camera.
"Oh my god, is this the son of the mistress? He actually dared to go to the door of the original wife's daughter's company and shout about killing her completely. When his own mother interfered with other people's marriages, wasn't that killing her completely? He is as shameless as his own mother."
"Looking at this, Xiang Xingyu must have known for a long time that he was an illegitimate child, right? He also knew who his parents were and that his biological mother was a mistress to give birth to him. He's not ashamed of this at all? Oh my god, what kind of values are these!"
"Hehe, my friends, look at this guy yelling and shouting. Isn't he completely different from the young lady?"
"You...you guys..." Xiang Xingyu originally wanted to embarrass Xiang Wanwan, but he didn't expect that in the end, he was still the one being laughed at, his ugly face exposed in front of the whole network.
He stood at the door of Runjia Investment in a daze, feeling like a giant monkey performing a farce in public.
Just when everyone thought Xiang Xingyu would return empty-handed, the door to Runjia Investment opened.
A team of security guards were divided into two rows, and Xiang Wanwan, wearing a black dress, walked out under the escort of Pei Xingyao.
She didn't even need to say anything. The internet celebrities who were clamoring for tips from the audience, and Xiang Xingyu, who was blushing and angry, all quieted down.
The silent majesty suppressed everyone present.
"..." Xiang Xingyu was born very tall, about 180cm tall, but at this moment he shrugged his shoulders and hunched his back, looking timid. He didn't dare to say a word in front of the main person.
Xiang Wanwan looked him up and down, a sharp, cold smile suddenly appearing on her lips. "I just completed the formalities and became Hengchen's largest creditor. Xiang Yongkang owes me 65 million. If he can't pay it back, I will auction off all of his assets to pay off the debt. Also, let me tell you, of Xiang Yongkang's so-called 1 billion in assets, I have already frozen the portion that belongs to my mother. After deducting the payments for goods and employee salaries, there is less than 40 million left."
Xiang Xingyu looked at her stupidly, his eyes full of question marks.
Why did she tell him this?
"I'm reminding you, Mr. Xiang Xingyu, are you sure you want to be Xiang Yongkang's son? If you do, you'll inherit his 25 million yuan debt."
Leaving a message, Xiang Wanwan turned back. The two security teams tacitly joined together, blocking the way, and at the same time very "kindly" persuaded the internet celebrities to leave.
The internet celebrities had already found more exciting topics, and they contentedly took pictures of Xiang Xingyu standing in front of Runjia Investment in a dejected and dazed state, and left.
"Hahaha! The illegitimate child has known his origins for a long time. He must have dreamed of returning to his roots, believing himself to be a rich second-generation, and waiting to return home to inherit everything, right? Now, will he really return home to 'inherit' everything? It's really exciting."
"Ms. Wanwan is truly amazing. She didn't stop the illegitimate child from recognizing his ancestral home. She didn't care about the Xiang family's status, but she wanted the illegitimate child to make his own choice. Should he return to his parents out of loyalty and repay their kindness by taking on a massive 25 million yuan debt? Or should he throw in the towel and declare that he doesn't recognize his biological parents, lest he become a debtor at such a young age?"
"Xiang Wanwan has never been raised by Xiang Yongkang for a single day, has never spent a penny of his money, has been repeatedly harassed by him, and even has a blood feud with him for allegedly killing her mother. It's understandable that she doesn't recognize Xiang Yongkang as her biological father, and the entire internet even supports her. What unfilial daughter would recognize the man who killed her mother as her father? But Xiang Xingyu has enjoyed the Xiang family's wealth since he was a child and has been a rich second-generation for twenty years. If he doesn't recognize his biological parents, he'd be worse than a piece of barbecued pork. He's ungrateful and worse than pigs and dogs."
Xiang Yongkang had no idea that Xiang Xingyu had gone to settle accounts with Xiang Wanwan. He only found out what had happened when he saw the news push. Xiang Xingyu was his only son, the bloodline of their Xiang family. Wasn't it for Xiang Xingyu that he had done so much?
Xiang Xingyu can't deny him!
Not only him, but even Qi Yishan was panicking. They no longer cared about being exposed or not, and flew to the city where Xiang Xingyu was studying overnight. They waited for three hours downstairs of Xiang Xingyu's small apartment before finally seeing him.
"Xingyu!"
"son!"
Xiang Yongkang and Qi Yishan went to greet them together, but the young man who always greeted them happily and hugged them now took several steps back.
He was pale, but he said loudly and firmly, "Don't call me that! I don't have despicable parents like you! You are not the parents registered on my household registration! Now, I have established my own family and have separated my household registration! I have nothing to do with you, so don't come looking for me!"
Separate household registration? Xiang Yongkang questioned: "To establish a separate household, you need a house. Where did you get the house? You used the money I gave you to buy a house and set up your own household, but you don't recognize me as your biological father?"
"This... this is none of your business!" Xiang Xingyu shoved him away and strode away, turning back repeatedly to warn, "No matter what crime you've committed, it has nothing to do with me! From now on, I'm not the son of a cheating man and his mistress! I won't have a massive debt of 20 million! I've had enough of you! We're done!"
"Xingyu! Son!" Qi Yishan chased after him while crying, "Come back! You can't do this to your mother! You are a piece of flesh that fell from your mother's body!"
Xiang Xingyu's response was to take a taxi and leave quickly.
If he had known they would be waiting here, he would not have come back to pack his things! From now on, he no longer wants to have anything to do with the Xiang family!
But has Xiang Xingyu ever thought about how he, a sophomore dropout who has lived a life of luxury since childhood, will survive in the future without any education or strength? Will he end up in poverty?
He never thought that Xiang Wanwan could already see his impoverished future.
What a pity, this person could have become the eldest son of the Xiang family.
The Xiang family's heir, Xiang Yongkang's beloved son, the sweetheart he had raised for twenty years, no longer recognized him.
At this point, Xiang Yongkang had lost his reputation, status, money, his son, was on the verge of bankruptcy, and even lost his company.
But it’s not enough, not enough.
Xiang Wanwan used the awakening points brought by Wei Heng's awakening to exchange for a hidden plot, which can finally come in handy now.
The next morning, a thin and haggard woman walked into the police station.
"Comrade police officer, I'm here to surrender. I'm turning myself in. Twenty years ago, I was bribed by Xiang Yongkang to start the fire at Enci Hospital, killing five people."
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