After hanging up, Su Baihe spoke up.
“Xiao Xian, why don’t you delay your trip a bit? Cheng-ge called saying it’s his mom’s birthday, he’s inviting us over for dinner.”
“Dinner? What’s his mom’s birthday got to do with us? No way! My flight’s about to leave!”
Hearing it was Cheng-ge, Wang Zhixian packed her bags even faster.
“Don’t, Xiao Xian, you can’t dodge this, that Cheng-ge’s a local thug, better go, besides, it’s his mom’s birthday, tons of people around, he can’t do much to us!”
Hearing Su Baihe’s reasoning, Wang Zhixian sighed.
Her wings had grown, she could fly off to Huayang and hide, but her mom couldn’t, her roots were stuck here.
No choice, Wang Zhixian called the airline to push her ticket to tomorrow.
But when they got there, they realised they’d been had.
What mom’s birthday? It was just a small private room packed with a bunch of gangster-looking guys, Cheng-ge the only familiar face.
By the time they reached the door, escape was off the table—Cheng-ge had booked out the whole restaurant.
“Zhang Cheng! This is a lawful society now! You dare mess around, believe me, I’ll call the cops!”
“Hmph! Call the cops? You think I’d give you the chance?”
Cheng-ge snorted, and his goons snatched the phones from Wang Zhixian and her mom.
“Cheng-ge, for the sake of our families knowing each other, let Xiao Xian go, she’s got a boyfriend now!”
Cheng-ge gave a faint smirk at that.
“Aunt Liu, what kinda guy do you take me for, some mobster? Since your daughter’s not into me, I won’t keep chasing, I called you here today to show you something!”
With that, one of his lackeys handed over a tattered old IOU to the mother and daughter.
“What? This… this can’t be! My husband… how could he borrow money from you!”
Seeing the IOU’s contents, Su Baihe’s face was full of disbelief—written plain as day, one hundred eighty thousand, where was she supposed to scrape that up!
Cheng-ge slammed the table at her reaction.
Wang Zhixian tossed the IOU back.
“What era is this, still pulling—”
“A scam? Hmph! It’s all there in black and white, Aunt Liu, don’t recognise this handwriting? Oh, and here’s his fingerprint too!”
Wang Zhixian glanced around, surrounded by Cheng-ge’s crew—if she didn’t figure a way out, he could twist black into white no problem.
“Fine, what do you want?”
Wang Zhixian said, and Cheng-ge leered with a sleazy grin.
“Debts get paid, that’s only right, either cough up the cash, or… settle it with a person!”
Wang Zhixian shot him a glare and held out her hand.
“Want money, huh? Hand over the phone.”
“How do I know you won’t call the cops?”
