Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 9 Taking advantage of others' danger (3)

When Sang Xiaoyu returned home, her mother was waiting anxiously at the door. Sang Xiaoyu shook the money in her hand at her mother again and again, with a forced smile on her face.

When the mother saw the thick wad of money, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, saying that Li Junhao was a benevolent child.

"He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" Mother asked suspiciously.

Sang Xiaoyu shook her head, said nothing, and put the money together with all the money raised today.

"Haozi is not upright, but he is kind-hearted," the mother added, fearing that her daughter would be wronged.

Sang Xiaoyu acted like nothing happened, which reassured her mother.

Mother finally returned to the hut, and Sang Xiaoyu's world became quiet.

The court will be held tomorrow, but there are still [-] unpaid.

Sang Xiaoyu, who has been weak for 27 years, is really on the verge of desperation. "Go on, you have to go on."

This is the only language that Sang Xiaoyu can speak to herself.She knows that she is now a fish and a shrimp, spinning and dancing in the oil pan.

She dare not think about the future, because she has no future.If it is said that during this month, all she has in her mind is how to borrow money and then pay off the debt.

Sang Xiaoyu absentmindedly poured a basin of footwashing water for her mother, and poured another basin for herself.

She tested the temperature and carried it to the back room for her mother.

Mother was stuffing the money in the small cabinet on the kang. Seeing her come in, she glanced at Ziqiao who was sleeping soundly, and said in a low voice:

"Don't be afraid, isn't it just a shortfall of [-], talk to the judge and those clients, you really did your best."

Sang Xiaoyu nodded, feeling so empty that her body was shaking.

Mother likes to sleep on the kang. Sang Xiaoyu originally wanted her to live in the big house, but the hut is too cramped, but her mother is used to living on the kang.

She said that when Sang Xiaoyu was not here, she also lived in the small house, and Ziqiao liked to be with grandma.

The big house is the bed.

Sang Xiaoyu stretched out her feet in the water basin with just the right temperature.

Not to mention the difference of thirty-five thousand, even if it is three thousand and five, tomorrow will be another fierce battle. Sang Xiaoyu is afraid. She is really afraid that these people who are usually friendly and friendly will suddenly become vicious.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Sang Xiaoyu and her mother seemed to have come to the competition field. Both of them jumped up from the stool with bare feet, and ran straight to the direction of the phone.

After the accident, my mother once said that the phone should be disassembled, it is an expensive item.

Sang Xiaoyu refused, she said that she would start a long working career in the future, how would she contact her mother and son without a phone?Then she can't worry about it.

Mother had to give up.

Calling at this time is undoubtedly good news.

What my mother thought was that there might be a neighbor reaching out to help, and Sang Xiaoyu also thought so, maybe a classmate knew about her plight and helped her out.

Mother picked up the phone, gave a hello, and asked who the other party was?
She glanced at Sang Xiaoyu, took the microphone away, and said, "Your classmate."

Sang Xiaoyu didn't care about putting on her shoes, so she quickly picked up the phone and asked softly, "Hello, are you..."

"Jiang Chunhui." The other party reported himself neatly.

Sang Xiaoyu's heart started beating irregularly.

"Hello, is something wrong?"

Sang Xiaoyu tried her best to suppress the ups and downs in her heart, and her voice was as calm as possible, but Jiang Chunhui undoubtedly heard the intention behind her calmness.

"I gave you a call, why didn't you find me?"

Jiang Chunhui's voice was unhurried.

"What are you looking for?"

Sang Xiaoyu asked knowingly.

"What do you think? Didn't you encounter difficulties? You are a classmate, and I can help you no matter what."

"Didn't you see all of today's class reunion?"

"Their petty profits are undoubtedly a drop in the bucket. Can they solve your fundamental problem?"

Just as Sang Xiaoyu was about to say something, the mother standing by kept waving her hands. The meaning couldn't be more obvious, that is, don't offend anyone now.

Seeing that her mother was still barefoot, Sang Xiaoyu immediately sent her back to the house with her eyes.

Mother turned her head three times a step and waved her hands.

"No one can solve my fundamental problem, and I don't expect the God of Wealth to fall from the sky, let's do it bit by bit."

"Maybe I am?"

Sang Xiaoyu was silent.

Thirty-five thousand, like thirty-five thousand mountains, weighed heavily on her shoulders.

"Don't think about anything, come out, let's figure out a solution together," Jiang Chunhui said.

Sang Xiaoyu hesitated, maybe her only hope was really pinned on him, if he could take out... Sang Xiaoyu hoped that he could take out [-] yuan, that would relieve him too much of the burden.

"Well, I'm at my mother's house now."

Jiang Chunhui asked for the detailed address, and said he would be there in about 10 minutes.

Putting down the phone, my mother ran over and asked who it was?
Sang Xiaoyu said she was her classmate.

Did mother say she wanted to lend you money?
In order to comfort her mother, Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Calling at this time, is it not to borrow money or something?"

Mother also smiled, and the smile was fleeting, and disappeared as soon as it reached the corner of her mouth.

Sang Xiaoyu's heart began to beat irregularly again.

She couldn't help guessing wildly how much money he could afford.

Sang Xiaoyu pressed her heart, thinking, if this continues, she will have a heart attack sooner or later!

Sang Xiaoyu washed her feet, changed into brighter clothes, wanted to make up to improve her mood and complexion, and then thought, there is no need for this, since it is the time when she is bitter and bitter, there is no need to pretend to be herself.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't dare to tell him the exact location of her home, but just made an appointment next to the utility pole where she used to rest, and there was a relatively large garage there.

The mother insisted on sending her to the door, and urged her not to lose her temper.

Sang Xiaoyu's biggest change is that she can patiently listen to her mother's nagging.

In the past, she would have run back to her own home.

When she saw the black car parked in front of them, her eyes lit up, as if she saw hope.

Sang Xiaoyu sat in Jiang Chunhui's luxury car.

Jiang Chunhui also greeted his mother politely.

Jiang Chunhui carefully fastened her seat belt.

Sang Xiaoyu was so frightened that she hid away, Jiang Chunhui returned to his seat, and asked with a smile if she had eaten?

Sang Xiaoyu blushed and nodded her head.

Jiang Chunhui saw that she was not wearing make-up and was not in the mood to talk, so he purposely said that the class reunion lasted for three hours, and that this group of people was too drunk.

Sang Xiaoyu asked in disbelief if he persisted to the end?

Jiang Chunhui said of course, and turned his face away to say that he had been waiting for her call.

Sang Xiaoyu was quite frightened, thinking, if he really called, he would casually say to his classmates: Sang Xiaoyu must have something to do with me on the phone, and then he left gracefully.

Sang Xiaoyu sweated from the fright of the picture he had made up in his brain.

Fortunately, I didn't make this call, so I asked: Are you drinking?
Jiang Chunhui said how dare I drink while driving?
He asked Sang Xiaoyu why didn't he just sit down for a while?

Sang Xiaoyu said he was not in the mood.

Jiang Chunhui whistled and said that no matter how big a problem you encounter, don't make things difficult for yourself.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't ask her where she was taking her, but she didn't want to talk anymore and looked out of the car window.

The lights outside the window are bright, and for those who like nightlife, a new day has just begun.

Jiang Chunhui actually took her to a western restaurant.

Just as Sang Xiaoyu was about to say something, Jiang Chunhui stopped her and said, "I know you've eaten, so I just want to find a quiet place to talk."

Western food, red wine.

Sang Xiaoyu is no stranger to these things, but she knows that she is not qualified to sit in such a luxurious place now.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, but followed behind him obediently.

Meilanjiang's nightlife has just begun.

The entrance of the western restaurant is full of lights and feasting, and men and women shuttle among them, living a life of drunkenness and prosperity.

The waitress led them to the private room upstairs, then handed them menu cards, bowed down, and retreated politely.

Jiang Chunhui smiled and said, "Let me see your taste."

Some people say that only western food can tell a person's quality and rank. Of course, Sang Xiaoyu disagrees, but there are many people who are in a hurry when facing western food, but I am not one of them.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to show her taste in the western restaurant, even if she had it, she would lose it immediately, so she ordered a few refreshing green salads and a pot of fruit tea.

Jiang Chunhui didn't want anything, knowing that Sang Xiaoyu didn't care about eating at all.

After not seeing him for many years, Sang Xiaoyu felt that Jiang Chunhui had matured a lot. Although he still looked so young and handsome, he also possessed some of the confidence and stability of a teenager.

He now owns dozens of catering centers. Although it is a family business, the main members have changed from his parents to the current him.

Jiang Chunhui is obviously a successful person, he handed the menu card to the waiter at the door with great style, and then poured fruit tea to Sang Xiaoyu.

Jiang Chunhui picked up his own cup, blew lightly, and said, "When you encounter such a big event, can you lose a piece of meat if you squeak? Do you want face, self-esteem, and are you tired? Generally speaking, people with good face will Small things lose big."

Sang Xiaoyu didn't speak, and the circles of her eyes turned red immediately. She was stabbed to the point.

"Why did you throw away the phone I gave you?"

Sang Xiaoyu held back the tears that were about to fall, and said calmly: "If you want to help me, you can do so on the spot, why bother?"

Sang Xiaoyu is not qualified to ask Jiang Chunhui, but Sang Xiaoyu is angry in his heart. Thinking of the fierce battle he will face tomorrow, he feels unspeakable grievance and fear in his heart.

Jiang Chunhui smiled generously and said, "I still want to know one more thing, that is, when I was in high school, I pursued you desperately, why didn't you step on me? Instead, you married a small businessman?"

Sang Xiaoyu was very unwilling. She could complain to Cheng Weize, but others could not. The last thing she could listen to now was scolding Cheng Weize.

So she said angrily, "Is it right to marry you?"

"Facts have proved this." Jiang Chunhui spread his arms and said a little embarrassedly.

"I don't love you, does it need to be said?"

Jiang Chunhui shook his head and said, "No, I think you are a little moved, but you talk about not having a relationship, so it hurts you and our happy marriage."

Sang Xiaoyu was annoyed by him, and said, "You can do whatever you want."

"I heard that you said the same thing when you were in college. Why did you fall in love with your husband in your sophomore year?"

Sang Xiaoyu looked straight at him and said, "When true love comes, everything can be broken, that's not surprising."

"Do you still love him now?"

Jiang Chunhui's words were not only jealous but also full of irony.

Sang Xiaoyu's mind is on borrowing money, but she has no mind to recall the good old days, let alone talk about her love history.

So he said, "I'm going to go to court tomorrow, and there's still a lot of money left. I'm so devastated now that I really don't want to hear anything that has nothing to do with money."

Jiang Chunhui laughed immediately and said, "That's right, don't be so lofty, we are all ordinary people, who can live without money?"

"Can you help me?" Sang Xiaoyu asked straight to the point.

"of course."

"How much?" Sang Xiaoyu looked at her eagerly.

"How much do you owe in total?"

"34."

"Only 34? Why did I hear Zhao Siyue say more than 70?"

Sang Xiaoyu looked at him suspiciously, wondering if he thought he owed too little, or was deliberately teasing herself.

Jiang Chunhui said word by word to the dazed Sang Xiaoyu, "I'm willing to give you this 34 yuan, which is not a lot."

Sang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, she couldn't believe her ears and stammered: "How is it possible? I don't believe it!"

Jiang Chunhui took a sip of tea and said, "Nothing is impossible, as long as I want to do it, but everyone knows that there is no free lunch in this world. I really have conditions."

Sang Xiaoyu's heart sank. This playboy-like young man is full of flowers all the way. Apart from men and women, he doesn't seem to be interested in anything, except of course, making money.

Sang Xiaoyu already knew the conditions he was going to raise nine times out of ten, but she was lucky enough to hope that he would let her go and take out the money.

She is like a bird trapped in a cage now, seeing someone reaching out to open the cage door.

Jiang Chunhui took out a Chinese cigarette, and said in a serious manner: "Sang Xiaoyu, in high school, in order to pursue you, I became a good young man with all-round development of morality, intelligence, and body. What did I do for it?
Others don't know, but you know my heart. Although you rejected me at that time, you are still in my heart. "

Sang Xiaoyu looked at him and didn't want to say anything. It was the best choice to change from active to passive.

In Jiang Chunhui's own imagination and speculation, he thought that no matter how reserved Sang Xiaoyu was, she would bow down for five buckets of rice at this critical moment of life and death.

What he gave was not five buckets of rice, but...

But she just didn't take the initiative to come forward to satisfy his long-awaited wish.

Jiang Chunhui had no choice but to say: "You have such a big incident now, do you think I can help you? All three of our classmates can help you. You are my first love, how can I help you?" Possibly stand by?"

"Let's talk about it, just ask for conditions." Sang Xiaoyu thought to himself, we don't have a first love, so he stared at him and said.

Jiang Chunhui felt that there was nothing left to hide, so he said bluntly:

"Be my lover, and I will pay off all the debts. The time limit is three to five years. If you feel good together, you can make it longer. If you can't, you can make it shorter."

After Jiang Chunhui finished speaking without shame, he took out the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a leisurely puff, and secretly observed the subtle changes of Sang Xiaoyu through the lingering smoke.

(End of this chapter)