"Brother, are you okay?" Wu Pojun didn't have time to be surprised and immediately checked Wu Poxiong's body.
"Do I look okay to you?" Wu Poxiong pointed at his swollen eyes with a sad face and pushed her hand away. "Ouch, don't touch me. It hurts."
"You deserve it!" Wu Pojun was relieved to see that he only had superficial wounds. But when she thought of what her brother had done, she became angry. "Who told you to gamble?"
She was heartbroken and angry at the same time. He was so disappointing!
"I was thinking for the family. I wanted to earn more money to buy a big house. Who would have thought that I would be so unlucky?" Wu Poxiong was even angrier. Not only did he lose a million yuan, but he also owed a lot of debt and was covered in injuries.
"Is it a matter of luck? Don't you know that nine out of ten gambles are lost? I told you long ago not to gamble, not to gamble. I thought you changed, but you … "Wu Pojun was so angry that she couldn't speak.
"It's already like this. What else do you want?" Wu Poxiong was very depressed. He wanted to rub his eyes and grit his teeth in pain.
"Did you even lose the money you used to mortgage the chicken farm?" Wu Pojun suddenly woke up with a start.
"I didn't have time to return it. I wanted to return it after I win." Wu Poxiong lowered his head even more.
"Sigh, we'll talk about it later." Wu Pojun felt weak all over. If it wasn't for Yang Huai's support, she would have fallen to the ground. "Thank you, I'm fine."
"Can you guys wait outside first? Leave this place to me." Yang Huai looked at her haggard appearance and couldn't bear it in his heart.
"I won't run away from my family's matters." Wu Pojun shook her head and looked at the group of people who came in curiously. She didn't know what relationship they had with Yang Huai, but old man An and the others seemed to be afraid of them.
"Mr. Yang, what do you mean? How do you want to handle this? Tell me." Master Wu didn't even look at old man An. He used to be a driver and didn't have a broad vision. He thought that gangsters were great. But after becoming a successful person in the past two years, he realized that gangsters were all uneducated old gangsters. He couldn't look them in the eye.
"Did you bring money?" Yang Huai asked.
"Yes, yes." Master Wu waved to the people behind him. Immediately, two people came in with a box. At his signal, they opened the box. It was filled with cash, which dazzled people's eyes. After the people at the scene had a look, they quickly closed the box.
"Take it. Don't just stand there." Yang Huai lit a cigarette and said faintly to Old Man An, "Let's write off the debt first."
"This …" Old Man An looked at Master Wu awkwardly. He couldn't figure out Yang Huai's plan. He knew Master Wu's background. Although Master Wu did not run a gambling hall, he ran a large star-rated hotel and restaurant in Macau and a tour bus company. There was also Tycoon Loudspeaker covering it. Master Wu was a well-respected figure in Macau.
He couldn't understand why he was so respectful to a young man.
"Are you deaf?" Master Wu said angrily. "I told you to hold it. Did you hear me?"
"No, no …" Old Man An hurriedly said to Yang Huai, "This little money is nothing. It's not worth anything. You don't have to be so polite."
He was not stupid. He instantly understood that this must be a young master from a big family. It was better not to provoke him. If he still kicked him when he knew he was an iron plate, his brain would be rusty.
At this time, he naturally had to be as obedient as possible.
"Old Man An, you want to do me a favor with this little money? Aren't you too naive?" Master Wu taunted unceremoniously. "You think too highly of yourself."
"Boss Wu, we have always minded our own business. I hope you can be lenient." Old Man An pointed at Wu Boxiong and said, "I understand this brother's grievance. I don't want the money. Just treat it as medical expenses. What do you think?"
Wu Boxiong couldn't help but agree, but he was interrupted by Yang Huai, "No."
Wu Bojun pulled his clothes, but he still didn't give up.
"Then what do you mean?" Old Man An asked.
"I will give you this money without missing a cent." Yang Huai said word by word, "I always keep my word. I just said that in Macau, you will no longer have a place to stand."
"I give you some face. Do you really think you are a big shot?" Old Man An's face finally couldn't hold it anymore. Although he was afraid of Master Wu, he was not without the ability to fight! If he was ruthless, it would be a life-and-death struggle. "Don't go too far!"
"Go too far?" Yang Huai smiled. "How many families have you ruined? Don't you know it in your heart? What do you mean I go too far? Whether I have the ability to make you unable to survive in Macau, you will soon know. "
"It's been a long time since anyone threatened me like this." Old Man An couldn't help but change his face. "In Macau, you can't do whatever you want with money."
"Then let me tell you. You can really do whatever you want with money." Yang Huai shrugged.
"Mr. Yang, I will inform Mr. Fu about this." Seeing Yang Huai looking at him, Master Wu quickly responded. For this group of people, he could make them suffer, but he didn't have the ability to make them have no place to stand. He still had to report to the loudspeaker and rely on the loudspeaker.
"Don't use the loudspeaker to pressure me!" There was no way to be friendly. Old Man An simply tore his face and sneered. "In Macau, Mr. He has the final say."
"Oh," Yang Huai pretended to be suddenly enlightened and patted Master Wu's shoulder. "I will go first. I don't need to tell you what to do, right?"
Master Wu winked at the person behind him and then led Yang Huai downstairs. "Mr. Yang, this way please."
"Let's go." Yang Huai took Wu Pojun's hand. Seeing that she didn't resist, he held it tighter and went downstairs together.
There were eight cars parked in a row downstairs. Master Wu personally opened the door, and Yang Huai let Wu Pojun get in first.
"Who the hell are you?" Wu Pojun finally shook off his hand as if she didn't know him. She stared at him.
Wu Poxiong heard a crackling sound coming from upstairs, followed by a scream. He unconsciously came back to his senses and looked upstairs. At this moment, when he heard his sister questioning Yang Huai, he also wanted to hear the answer.
"Sorry." Yang Huai inadvertently hid too much. "I wanted to tell you, but I haven't had the chance yet."
"Thank you for your help." Wu Pojun fixed the messy hair on her forehead. "I will return the money to you, but it may take some time."
"Who are we? It's tacky to talk about money." Yang Huai raised his hand. "Get in the car. We'll talk later."
Wu Pojun smiled and didn't get in the car. She turned around and left.
"Hey …" Yang Huai just shouted behind her and didn't chase after her. What could he say even if he did?
Wu Poxiong looked at Yang Huai and then at his sister who was slowly walking away. Finally, he stamped his feet and caught up with his sister.
"Mr. Li, don't worry. I have arranged for someone to follow behind. There will be no problem." Master Wu seemed to understand something. Yang Huai suddenly became nervous about a girl, which was a little unexpected.
"Thank you." Yang Huai got in the car. "Take me back to Hong Kong."
"Yes." Master Wu was the driver. He looked at Yang Huai's face as he drove. "Mr. Fu said he will take care of this."
"Got it." Yang Huai nodded, not in the mood to say anything else.
He couldn't go back to the chicken farm, so he could only go back to his home.
The big villa, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was high and the sea was vast.
The weather station warned of a typhoon. For his safety, Song Youxi had repeatedly urged him to move. He quickly moved to the house in the middle of the mountain. It was better not to live in a house with a sea view.
He wanted to find her, but he didn't have the courage. He wanted to call her, but he couldn't make up his mind.
He put down the phone and was about to get up when it rang again. Seeing the familiar number, he was overjoyed.
"Hello, Jun …"
His hands were trembling.
"I'm sorry." Her voice was lower than usual on the phone.
Yang Huai said, "I should be the one apologizing."
"My brother took a portion of the money in your bedroom. He redeemed the chicken farm and I want to return the rest of the money to you." Her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
The money had to go through her hands to Yang Huai before she could be at ease. Her brother was a gambler and had lost her trust.
Yang Huai didn't understand the money at first, but he remembered that he had left a pile of money on the bed in the chicken farm. He wanted to say that he didn't need to return the money since he didn't lack it. But then he remembered that this was a chance for them to meet, so he said, "Should I pick you up?"
"It's okay. Tell me where you are and I'll go find you."
Yang Huai looked at the gloomy sky and the trees rustling in the strong wind. He was afraid that the typhoon was coming and they had to evacuate. He told her the address of the house in the middle of the mountain. "Okay, I'll wait for you at home."
He packed a few clothes and drove out. The rain was like hail, hitting the roof of the car. He regretted letting her go out. It wasn't safe to go out in such weather.
The wind and rain were heavy, and the road was congested. His heart was burning as he honked the horn.
There were fewer cars on the mountain road, and it was much easier to walk. However, the rain was getting heavier. The sky was cloudy, and his vision was blocked. He drove carefully.
When he reached home, there was a truck parked at the wide entrance. He was familiar with the license plate.
He parked the car at the entrance. Before he could open the umbrella, it was blown away by the strong wind. He threw it into the rain in anger. He pushed the door open and waved at her, gesturing for her to drive in.
After she drove in, he hurriedly got into his car and followed behind.
When he got out of the car, she was already standing at the bottom of the porch with a bag.
He took out the key and opened the door. He said anxiously, "Hurry in, don't catch a cold. I'm sorry, I can't let you come. It's raining so hard."
"It's okay." She took the towel from him and wiped her wet hair, sneezing loudly.
"I'll make you some ginger soup."
"No need. Is this your house?" Seeing him nod, Wu Pojun said, "You don't live here, right? The smell of mold is a little strong."
"Yeah." He went into the house, found his clothes, and handed them to her. She didn't stand on ceremony and changed into them. The loose clothes covered her body, making her look seductive.
Yang Huai went to the kitchen. The ginger was just placed on the chopping board when she moved it in front of him.
"Go to the side. You're so clumsy." She pushed him to the side.
He had something on his mind, but he couldn't say it. He could only lean against the door of the kitchen and stare at her back.
When the ginger soup was ready, she gave him a bowl and held one for herself. The two of them sat at the side of the coffee table.
"Drink it. Why are you looking at me?" she asked.
Suddenly, Yang Huai let out an 'ouch' and said, "It hurts."
"Why doesn't it burn you to death?" She glared at him.
"You want me to die?" Yang Huai asked.
"Who wants their debtor to live a long life?" Wu Pojun took a sip of the ginger soup. "You're the one who wants me to live a long life so I can pay you back."
"There's still Boss Wu."
"Do you think my brother will be able to pay you back?" Wu Pojun then remembered the bag she had brought over. She took out the stacks of money and placed them on the table. "There's only 570,000 left."
"You don't need to pay it back." Yang Huai didn't even look at it. "Brother Xiong, if you have money, you can pay it back. If not, then forget it."
"Do you think it's fun to tease people like this?"
"What do you mean?" The question was a little sudden.
"Prince Charming saving Cinderella. Does it make you feel a sense of achievement?" she asked.
"I didn't mean that. I'm not Prince Charming, and you're not Cinderella." Yang Huai hurriedly explained. "You're thinking too much."
"So, you want me to be grateful to you and marry you?"
"I …"
"If you're willing to marry me, I'll marry you."
"Don't scare me …" Yang Huai was shocked by her casual tone.
"You don't like me?" She asked with a frown.
"No … no …" Yang Huai was caught off guard.
"Then are you willing to marry me?" she asked again.
Yang Huai nodded shyly. He wasn't as brave as she was.
"Then let's do it." She finished the soup, put the bowl on the table and looked at him.
"What do we do?" Yang Huai asked curiously.
"Get married …"
"…" Yang Huai's eyes wandered. He was confused. "Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious."
Yang Huai was confused and couldn't make heads or tails of it. He couldn't believe it himself.
His father and mother couldn't believe it either.
"Bring it back for me to see …" Li Mei suspected that her foolish son had been tricked.
The marriage between Yang Huai and Wu Pojun was not opposed by the Wu family. Yang Huai was overjoyed to meet a rich landlord, so how could he possibly oppose it? With a strange feeling in his heart, Yang Huai took Wu Pojun back to his hometown in the countryside.
It wasn't the first time Wu Pojun came to the mainland, but it was the first time he went so deep. He was curious about everything.
As he approached the Honghe Bridge, he saw houses of different levels and endless fields. He took a deep breath.
"Don't you have anything to tell me?"
"You have to be polite when you meet my uncle," Yang Huai said seriously.
"Why?" Wu Pojun was curious. Although his uncle was important, how could it be compared to his parents?
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