"Debt repayment is a matter of course! Get out of my way, let me in! Xi San, you shameless swindler, if you don’t give me the money today, I’ll see you jailed!"
The vicious shouting penetrated inside.
It seemed someone had stormed into the Xi family house; no one stopped them at the door, only noticing them in the front hall, where they started arguing with the servants.
For the Xi family, a prestigious family in the city concerned with their reputation, it was truly humiliating.
Xi Yuanshan’s face was icy: "What’s going on?"
Zuzi rested her chin on her hand, with a faint smile, giving Xi Ruzhu a look that sent shivers down her spine.
Xi Chansha felt a bit awkward and stood up: "I’ll go handle this."
He hadn’t dared to tell his family about losing money in the antique business.
He had personally visited the buyer yesterday to apologize in repentance, and the creditor had granted an extension for him to gather the compensation within a month.
Who knew they’d go back on their word early this morning?
And they even caused a scene at home?
"President Zhang, I promise to repay the debt on time and would never go back on my word."
"Bullshit! You acted pitiful to me yesterday and then today turned around to buy a bunch of limited edition branded items for your woman, as well as splurging on top-grade bird’s nest, fish maw, and sea cucumbers... You don’t repay me but buy these luxury items to please a woman. You damn swindler, you deserve to be bankrupt and jailed!"
Xi Chansha was stunned.
Last night, he did instruct the secretary to buy clothes for Zuzi, even though Zuzi said not to, but as her brother, how could he bear to see his sister’s wardrobe with just one measly skirt?
And the bird’s nest, fish maw, sea cucumber, they were also because he wanted to cook nourishing dishes for Zuzi, buying them on credit.
He wasn’t trying to please a woman.
He was just... just... making up for the eighteen years he missed with his sister, redeeming himself, okay?
The question is, how did the creditor know?
Inside the dining room, Xi Rubao exploded at those words: "Did Third Brother buy clothes for Zuzi? And so many supplements? Why? On what grounds?!"
Xi Yuanshan’s face darkened a few shades more.
Though he remained silent, dissatisfaction was written all over his face, nearly bursting forth.
Xi Ruzhu quietly deleted her message records, and put away her phone.
Preparing to watch the drama unfold.
With Third Brother’s business in free fall, losing tons of money, yet spending lavishly on Zuzi, this stark contrast would surely anger Dad.
She thought, adding fuel to the fire: "Baobao, don’t overreact, Third Brother is having a tough time too. For some reason, he’s suddenly become unlucky these past few days..."
She subtly hinted, guiding the conversation without drawing a conclusion.
Because she knew Xi Rubao would definitely say it himself, making it ten times more effective —
"Yeah, ever since that idiot Zuzi came to our house, our whole family’s luck has gotten worse. I’m down on my luck, Third Brother’s down on his luck, Zuzi is a jinx... umph!"
Xi Rubao cursed and then suddenly her mouth went numb.
No words would come out.
Damn, why does it feel like she’s been muted? This is nuts!
Weird, why has Baobao, this Little Cannon, suddenly lost her fight?
But seeing Xi Yuanshan’s face black as the bottom of a pot, she knew, success was hers.
The word "jinx" was now firmly pinned on Zuzi’s head.
All the misfortune that befell the family could be attributed to that fool.
Enough to pin that fool down and grind her into the ground.
Zuzi suddenly smiled warmly and said loudly, "Hey, Xiao Chan, go wash yesterday’s broken wine jar, will you?"
At such a critical moment, she directly ordered Xi Chansha to do manual labor!
And Xi Chansha actually agreed: "Okay, okay, I’m on it."
The dignified antique dealer, a big boss, actually rolled up his sleeves and took over the dirty wine jar full of mud passed to him by Wang Laowu, diligently scrubbing away...
As if completing his sister’s tasks was the big deal, and negotiating with creditors was just a side task.
Xi Yuanshan couldn’t bear it anymore, slammed the table, and stood up: "Outrageous! Is there no order in this house anymore? You all—"
Before he finished speaking.
The creditor’s eyes glowed, staring at the dirty mud-covered wine jar in Xi Chansha’s hands, his eyes nearly falling out: "Impossible... this is... my God, impossible, what kind of divine antique am I seeing..."
That gaze was full of greed!
[Master Yun: Goodnight Kiss! This book is also known as "Jinli Tries Hard to Court Misfortune Every Day," "Everyday the Darlings Try Hard to Slap Faces (Their Own)," "King of Soldiers Tries Hard to Be Craved Every Day" (insert repetitive playback of Master’s deep, powerful laughter hehehe...)- Vote, please!]