When Zhang Xiaoshan turned his head and saw Wu Xiaoru, he knew his chance had arrived.
He ignored Wu Xiaoru and went straight into the health room.
As Wu Xiaoru followed him in, Zhang Xiaoshan was wiping the medicine cabinet with a cloth, not even lifting his eyelids. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Wu Xiaoru thickened her skin and snatched the cloth from Zhang Xiaoshan’s hand.
She began to work hard.
"Little Shan, I’ve finished."
Half an hour later, Wu Xiaoru wiped the sweat from her forehead, smiling brightly at Zhang Xiaoshan, seemingly seeking approval.
Zhang Xiaoshan sat on a chair with his legs crossed, casually flipping through his phone.
Zhang Xiaoshan still didn’t look up.
Wu Xiaoru’s nose soured, and tears of grievance instantly began to flow.
"Little Shan, I, I know I was wrong, but, but I’ve already paid the price. Last time at White Dragon Temple, you already ruined my innocence and even did those exaggerated and crazy things. Can’t you forgive me?"
Zhang Xiaoshan finally spoke.
"What happened last time in the White Dragon Temple was just a deal. You gave me what I wanted, and I let your brother Wu Yong go. We are even now; what’s there to talk about?"
Wu Xiaoru wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, wanting to say something, but Zhang Xiaoshan’s words were logical, the reality was exactly as he said, and she couldn’t refute it.
"Forget it, just tell me straight, what do you want?"
Zhang Xiaoshan continued to ask.
Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaoru’s dim eyes immediately brightened again.
Could it be that Little Shan still has feelings for me, unable to bear seeing me cry?
Thinking this, she suddenly became excited.
"Little Shan, my mom sent me over. There’s something she needs your help with."
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoshan was secretly amused, thinking Shi Yue was quite reliable.
But he kept his face expressionless, even deliberately showing an impatient look as he spoke.
"Ha, hasn’t your mom always looked down on me? What could I possibly do to help your family? Don’t joke with me."
Wu Xiaoru sat next to Zhang Xiaoshan, hanging her head low, her face flushed as she spoke.
"That was in the past; my mom regrets it now. If you’re still willing to accept me, I can marry you tomorrow."
Zhang Xiaoshan laughed.
"Good horses don’t turn back to eat the grass; I’ve already slept with you, not that interested anymore. Just get to the point."
To Wu Xiaoru, Zhang Xiaoshan’s words bore a heavy tinge of insult. If things had been as they once were, how could Zhang Xiaoshan speak to her ? Thinking about this, Wu Xiaoru’s eyes reddened once more, tears flowing out, yet she still remembered her mother’s instructions.
"Alright, I got carried away."
"I came to you about my brother Wu Yong’s marriage. The girl’s family has now put forward a demand, saying we need to buy an apartment in the city for it to work. You know the condition of my family; we can’t come up with that much money. So, my mom wanted me to ask if you could help us out?"
As she spoke, Wu Xiaoru’s cheeks turned fiercely hot.
Zhang Xiaoshan scoffed.
"Wu Xiaoru, go back and ask your mom if she’s taken the wrong medicine. How did she pressure me and my sister-in-law back then? And now she has the nerve to send you to ask me for money for this kind of thing?"
Wu Xiaoru’s cheeks turned as red as a monkey’s butt.
Her hands were crossed over each other, constantly twisting.
"I know I and my mom, our family, wronged you in the past, but, with such a large sum of money, aside from you, who else in White Dragon Village can come up with it?"
"Little Shan, I beg you, please help my family out. I will repay your great kindness, even if it means working like an ox or a horse."
As she spoke, Wu Xiaoru’s head once again dropped low as she started to cry.
Zhang Xiaoshan watched Wu Xiaoru’s display, his heart softening for a moment.
But he quickly gathered his senses.
Wu Xiaoru was inherently a shameless, gold-digging, and obsequious woman. Her current demeanor was only because he had money, and she needed something from him. If it were before, would she be talking to him as humbly as she was today?
The answer was obvious.
With this thought, Zhang Xiaoshan’s heart hardened once again.
"It’s just a loan, right? How much do you need?"