Mo Yixuan was a little taken aback by the elderly couple’s question and didn’t know how to respond.
He frowned and tried to come up with a plausible reason. He finally sighed after a few seconds and looked a little resigned as he said, “I am an old friend of theirs and lent them more than a million dollars that they have yet to return.”
The elderly couple was speechless before they let out an exclamation of surprise.
“Do they really owe you so much money?” the elderly woman asked Mo Yixuan in disbelief and her eyes widened in surprise.
Mo Yixuan nodded and the anxiety in his eyes did make it seem like he was here to collect his debt.
“Yes, Aunty. They borrowed 1.2 million dollars from me two years ago and said that they would use the money to set up a business and return this sum after a year but it has been two years and not only have they not repaid this debt, they’re also not accepting my calls.”
The elderly couple looked extremely surprised.
The elderly man looked sympathetically at Mo Yixuan and said, “Kid, I suggest you head down to Mang Village to look for them and ask them to return the debt that they owe you. They seem rather rich.”
The elderly woman added, “Yes, I saw them buy a Mercedes Benz several months ago. The car would have cost at least $50,000 to $60,000.”
“Young people nowadays have no credibility.”
“Yes, they shouldn’t treat you that way after they’ve earned enough for themselves.”
Mo Yixuan took note of the mention of Many Village from their conversation.
“Uncle, Aunty, many thanks,” Mo Yixuan said as he shook their hands. He looked like a naive and upright young man.
“Go on ahead,” the elderly man said with a wave and gestured for him to make a move.”
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It had been several hours since He Xiyan and Chen Jiahang arrived home and they were grilling meat at their backyard. They were using a traditional wooden coal grill so this would make their meat exceptionally fragrant and the entire house was filled with the fragrant scent of grilled meat.
Chen Jiahang threaded the pieces of marinated meat together while He Xiyan took a brush and brushed the meat with oil, chili powder, cumin, and other spices.
They were grilling beef, chicken wings, chicken thighs, corn, and sausages. All these were He Xiyan’s favorite food.
He Xiyan would eat as she grilled the meat and she would also often pick the grilled food up and feed it to Chen Jiahang.
“Jiahang, try some of this. What do you think?” she asked with a smile. She seemed to have forgotten that she was now 65 kilograms.
She wasn’t so conscious about her figure since she came to Mang Village. She had turned tan from prolonged exposure to the sun and she valued comfort over anything else when she chose her outfit. She looked more and more like a local farmer’s wife.
Chen Jiahang happily ate the food that he had grilled like a carefree child. He seemed to be happily laughing all day as though he had no worries.
“Jiahang, let me draw your portrait,” He Xiyan brought her easel over after they had eaten. Each time they returned to Mang Village, she would want to draw each time they returned to Mang Village.
She wanted to capture the kindness and scenic views of the village in her artwork.
Chen Jiahang nodded happily. He had been very happy over the past few years because he had found himself such a capable and interesting wife.
He Xiyan asked him to wear the expensive coat that seemingly appeared from nowhere, helped him set his hair, and wrapped a grey scarf around his neck.