Xi Minghui only felt a sudden heaviness on his shoulders, so heavy that he couldn’t help but grimace and bend slightly at the waist.
He looked at Yu Hang, only to see him smiling.
He kicked Yu Hang hard under the table.
Hey, congratulations, you’re now a poor man in debt of a hundred thousand!
Yu Hang moved his foot away and met his gaze.
Congratulations to us both.
Xi Minghui instantly became bitter, unable to produce a smile.
Yu Zhensheng looked at Yu Hang and then at Xi Minghui and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"It’s nothing. Dad," Yu Hang immediately changed the subject, "This Painter is named Xiao Chiang, but whether she’s willing to go to Province N to meet Old Master Bai, we still need to ask for her opinion."
"Of course. However, Xiao Hang, you can have a good talk with her about the Bai Family, meeting Old Master Bai will do her no harm."
Yu Zhensheng had great respect for the Painter who had helped both him and the Xi Family.
"Hmm, I’ll speak to her about it." Yu Hang had already begun to guess how Chiang Xiao would react upon hearing the news. Honestly, he really found Chiang Xiao very special, the more he interacted with her, the more he was attracted to her.
"If possible, I’ll go to visit her later. I was supposed to invite her for dinner, but I’m short on time, and it’s not a good time to make dinner arrangements."
"In the afternoon... she won’t be free." Yu Hang regretted not urging Chiang Xiao more firmly to come out earlier.
In the afternoon, they had classes, and Chiang Xiao wouldn’t ask for leave just to meet Yu Hang’s father for a chat, except under special circumstances. She was always very attentive during lectures.
And on weekends, they usually couldn’t find her, or even if they did, she wouldn’t come out, saying she needed to paint at home.
Yu Zhensheng had yet to realize that it was "she" not "he."
"If that’s the case, let’s invite her for a meal when she arrives in Province N over the weekend. After sending you back to school, I still need to make a trip to the city; there’s a meeting I have to attend."
Yu Hang and Xi Minghui stood at the school gate watching the car drive away.
It took a while for Xi Minghui to come back to his senses.
"Cousin, that IOU is in effect now, right?"
"Chiang Xiao is going to be our creditor from now on?"
"So we really have to find every possible way to make money for the next five years?"
Xi Minghui elbowed him, "Can you say something different? I mean, are we really going to shoulder this debt ourselves without asking my dad for help?"
A hundred thousand—if he asked his dad for it, it would be a considerable sum of money, but it would not be difficult to come up with. After all, their family was never short of money.
Yu Hang glanced at him and said, "Was it my uncle who got hit? We have to learn to be responsible for our own mistakes."
This would be a lesson they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
And from now on, he would also make every possible effort to rise to a sufficient height.
He would absolutely not, as now, wear out his parents begging for help on his behalf.
If he couldn’t earn a hundred thousand in five years, what more was there to say?
Xi Minghui sighed, wiped his face, and clenched his fist, "Fine! We’ll repay our own debt! Let’s do this! I refuse to believe we can’t make a hundred thousand in five years!"
The two exchanged a look and then both turned to enter the school.
Chiang Xiao saw them coming in, looked up, and met Yu Hang’s bright eyes. He gave her a thumbs up.
Chiang Xiao exhaled a sigh of relief to herself.
This was the first step of her art journey.
When Yu Hang brought up Old Master Bai wanting to meet her, Chiang Xiao thought it over and agreed.