Zhao Yishu was convinced by Ren Yuanhao. This experience had troubled her for nearly twenty years, and now, it was indeed time to cut ties with that part of herself.
The two took the elevator together to the 13th floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Zhao Yishu saw the man sprawled on the ground.
Seeing Zhao Yishu arrive, the man, as if spotting a massive piece of driftwood in a flood, crawled towards her like a dead dog.
"Yishu~ my daughter, I finally found you~"
Zhao Yishu was filled with rage and about to unleash her fury, but Ren Yuanhao held her tightly by her clenched fists.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a touching father-daughter reunion. This way I can finally rest easy," the fierce-looking man stepped on Zhao Yishu's father's hind leg. The man instantly cried out in pain, nearly fainting.
"No one dares to owe me, Zhou Feilong, money. You're the exception, not only owing but owing for five damn years!"
As Zhou Feilong mentioned this vexing matter, his temper flared, and he stomped on Zhao Yishu's father, Zhao Wei's, hind leg like a madman. Zhao Wei repeatedly pleaded for mercy, sweat pouring down his face, yet he refused to let go of his daughter's hand. His entire posture was agonizing to watch.
At this moment, the Chairman finally spoke, "Zhou Feilong, is it? Please don't cause trouble on my property. I can have security escort you out at any time."
"Oh, the old dame is quite feisty?" Zhou Feilong seemed tired of kicking. He pulled over the Chairman's chair and sat down. "Let me tell you, don't meddle. Debts must be repaid, it's only natural. I'm not afraid of any high and mighty pronouncements."
At this moment, Zhao Yishu looked at her father's face. It was weathered and gaunt, his eyes sunken, and his cheeks hollowed like a malnourished patient. She could tell he hadn't had an easy time these past years, and her heart softened instantly. "Tell me, how much does he owe you?"
Zhou Feilong counted on his fingers, a cold smile on his face, exuding an extremely unpleasant aura of money and ferocity.
"Not much, just seven or eight million."
"So much? You're loan sharks, aren't you?" Zhao Yishu frowned. It wasn't that she didn't have the money, but the sum was staggering. Given her father's status, such a high figure could only have come from usurious loans.
Zhou Feilong snorted, "Miss Zhao, don't speak so harshly. This old man has been hiding from us for five years. Five years of interest accumulating to this amount is quite normal. We have a proper IOU. Once the money is settled, it's over. If not, I'm afraid I'll have to chop off his leg immediately!"
"Threatening me? I'm sorry, I haven't seen this man in almost twenty years. If there's any shred of familial affection left, it has long since worn thin."
Zhou Feilong chuckled, "Oh my, Miss Zhao, you truly resemble your deceased mother. Beautiful, like a celestial being. It's a pity she died so young. Now, she can only reside in such a small urn. Truly a beauty with a tragic fate, how pitiable."
With a cold laugh, Zhou Feilong suddenly gestured. A follower behind him grabbed something from a black package – it was an urn of glazed porcelain white!
Zhao Yishu's cold gaze fell upon the urn, and she suddenly swayed!
For this urn belonged to her deceased mother. She remembered it clearly. She had personally witnessed its burial. Beauty turned to dust, mountains and rivers forever silent.
But how could it be here?
"Speaking of which, it's all your useless father's fault. Lan Xue'er has been dead for so long, and your father is truly a devoted lover, carrying your mother's urn wherever he fled. If you don't settle the debt today, I'll have no choice but to smash this thing, and let the big men pee on it!"
Zhou Feilong tossed the urn, his eyes sharp as knives, his expression sinister.
Zhao Yishu retreated repeatedly, her face ashen. The Chairman, seeing this, was about to make a call, but was seized by Zhou Feilong's followers. The other women huddled in fear at the corner of the table, daring not to move.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! This man is a scoundrel, how could he do something like this? How! You're all liars!"
Zhao Yishu's voice became somewhat hysterical. She knew very well that the newspaper report the next day would carry not only her mother's obituary but also photos of her father taken by paparazzi. The evidence was irrefutable, and it certainly wouldn't be as Zhou Feilong claimed!
"Heh, what good would it do me to lie to you? In short, I'll count to three. If you don't pay, I'll smash this urn immediately!"
Zhou Feilong raised the urn high, preparing to smash it down, and roared, "One!"
Zhao Wei suddenly became hysterical. Dragging his leg, he tried to get up, desperately attempting to lunge in front of Zhou Feilong. However, he was kicked away by a follower, coughing up blood profusely. Yet, this blow couldn't stop Zhao Wei's frenzy.
He held onto the sturdy table corner as a support, staggering to his feet, only to be beaten again by two men and thrown to the ground.
"You scoundrel, whatever you have, come at me! Let go of my Lan Xue'er!"
Zhao Wei was like a rabid beast. His emaciated body somehow found strength, breaking free from the restraint of two men. With a leg that was nearly broken, he lunged towards Zhou Feilong.
But Zhou Feilong was a trained fighter. As Zhao Wei approached, he was kicked to the ground. His pointed leather shoes repeatedly kicked his abdomen. When his ferocity subsided slightly, the two followers finally pinned him down.
Zhou Feilong sneered and stepped on Zhao Wei's face, coldly counting, "Two."
The urn was raised higher and higher in his hand.
Zhao Yishu's heart ached as if she wasn't seeing Zhou Feilong holding the urn high, but the image of her mother's heart pierced by a sharp sword.
That was her cage, his prison!
"Didi, detecting employer's extreme emotional distress. Recommending soothing their heart to increase intimacy."
"Received~"
Ren Yuanhao suddenly patted Zhao Yishu's shoulder. A trickle of water-attribute true qi flowed into her body, slightly calming her mind.
"Scoundrel, put down the urn. I'll give it to you!"
Tears welled up in Zhao Yishu's eyes. She had thought that over the past nearly twenty years, she had grown into a woman capable of standing on her own, capable of doing well without relying on men, but now~
At this moment, Ren Yuanhao had lit a cigarette at some point and handed it to Zhao Yishu.
"Hey, woman, not for you to smoke, but hold it for me, don't let it go out. I'll smoke it after I deal with these bastards."
As soon as Ren Yuanhao finished speaking, he gave Zhou Feilong another cold look. "The deceased deserve respect. You've crossed the line with this kind of joke. But that's fine, you've successfully angered me."