In Debt

The three of them saw a GT motorcycle suddenly enter from the doorway, bringing a gust of wind pressure and stopping in front of them. The rider, with one leg propping the bike, looked at them with an unfriendly expression.

The three blinked, staring at the face of the rider dressed in a leather jacket and tight clothes.

Was this their aunt in her sixties?

At this moment, Yin Shulan's voice echoed in Xia Yu's mind.

"They should be here to collect debts, they are my brother's children."

Seeing that the middle-aged woman at the head of the group was only holding Yin Ling's hand and not making any other moves, Xia Yu put away his unfriendly expression.

Getting off the bike, he pried open the middle-aged woman's hand and pulled Yin Ling behind him. "What are you doing? What are you saying to the child?"

The two men looked at the middle-aged woman. They were originally unwilling to come over, but the middle-aged woman coerced them.

"Well, aunt, my cousin Xiao Hai wants to buy a house in Yao Guang, so we need to raise some money for him," the middle-aged woman said, somewhat scared.

"Buy a house in Yao Guang?" Xia Yu looked at the relatives in front of him in surprise, not expecting Yin Shulan to have such a wealthy relative.

Although he did not know the property prices in Yao Guang, it must be an extremely remote area, with at least two or three ten thousand yuan per square meter starting price.

"What are you doing dragging Ling Ling?" Xia Yu asked, not one to be generous without a reasonable reason.

"I asked her where you went, she said you left late at night, I thought she was lying to me," the middle-aged woman whispered.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself. She would dare to argue with her neighbor Chu Tumor, but when she saw her thin and frail aunt, she didn't dare to be presumptuous.

This was because Xia Yu had subconsciously used intimidation when he rushed in.

Reality is not a game, where you have to click to use a skill; sometimes, it's used without noticing.

The middle-aged woman was already considered brave, and the two men behind her were now bowing their heads, counting ants on the ground.

"How much do I owe you?" Xia Yu asked, genuinely not knowing.

But his question caused the middle-aged woman to misunderstand.

She thought Xia Yu didn't want to admit the debt and quickly took out a note, "It's written in black and white, thirty thousand yuan!"

Thirty thousand isn't a small amount in this remote rural area, but considering that they can buy a house in Yao Guang, it's just a drop in the bucket.

With so much money to buy a house in Yao Guang, do they care about this thirty thousand? Knowing that his aunt couldn't possibly have the money, they still came to collect the debt?

Forget it, just pay them back directly.

After letting Yin Ling go make breakfast, Xia Yu rode the GT motorcycle and said to the middle-aged woman, "Get on."

The middle-aged woman retreated in fear, the two pretending men couldn't stay calm either. They blocked their wives and sister-in-law, "Aunt, we can negotiate about the money. We're still family!"

"…Do you think I can sell her off, or do you think I am going to kill someone and bury the body?" Xia Yu said impatiently while slapping the back seat, "Let's go, I'll take you to get the money."

"It's not urgent. If there's no thirty thousand, just give us a little bit," the three still had great caution.

When Xia Yu rushed in, they were all quite frightened.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Under Xia Yu's urging, the middle-aged woman tremblingly got onto the motorcycle.

"Hold on tight!"

With a roar of the engine, Xia Yu sped out of the courtyard. The motorcycle soared over a small slope at the entrance.

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman screamed.

"Stop yelling!"

After being scolded by Xia Yu, she closed her mouth.

"Auntie, slow down, safety first." Her face was pale.

"Don't mumble, are you a pigeon? Relax, your auntie's driving skills are exceptional." Xia Yu accelerated again.

The speed of the motorcycle was not much faster than a car, but the car's windshield gave a sense of visual illusion, making it feel slower than it actually was. People online referred to it as "speed reducing glass."

The motorcycle, without the windshield, showed the true speed.

They reached the entrance of the town's bank, and Xia Yu stopped the motorcycle.

The middle-aged woman got off the motorcycle, leaning against the nearby wall, gasping for breath.

Xia Yu's driving was not very smooth, the country road bumpy, and combined with her fear, both the physical and mental state of the middle-aged woman were greatly stimulated.

After purchasing a bottle of water at a nearby store and drinking it, the middle-aged woman's heart slowly returned to normal.

After finishing the water, she caught her breath.

Then, she saw Yin Shuyu coming out of the bank entrance, gesturing for her to get back on the motorcycle.

"No, no, no, I'll walk back!" The middle-aged woman quickly refused.

"I see." Xia Yu did not insist, and took out three stacks of cash from the paper bag he brought from the bank.

"Just withdrew this from the bank, you can have a look." Xia Yu asked her to count it.

Looking at the money in her hand, the middle-aged woman was stunned. The reason she asked Yin Shulan for money was because her son was urgently demanding it, and she only came by to try her luck, not expecting to get any money, let alone all of it.

When did her aunt become so wealthy?

The motorcycle and clothes were not cheap!

However, none of these things were important now. She counted the money.

After she finished counting, Xia Yu started the engine, about to leave.

"Wait!" The middle-aged woman stopped him.

Looking at the 30,000 yuan in her hand, she struggled to say, "Take me with you, auntie. It's not safe to carry this money on the road."

She resolutely got on Xia Yu's motorcycle.

"Sit tight, I'm starting." Xia Yu revved the engine, and they sped away.

They soon returned to the village.

In the courtyard, Yin Shuyu's two nephews, who were having breakfast with Yin Ling, saw a motorcycle rushing into the yard.

A cheerful Yin Shuyu got off the motorcycle first, followed by the pale-faced wife and sister-in-law.

They immediately shielded the middle-aged woman, "You went too far, what did your nephew's wife do to you?"

"It's not that. I just got sick from riding the motorcycle." The middle-aged woman explained.

"You're really weak if sitting on a motorcycle made you like this," the two checked the middle-aged woman, and after confirming she was fine, they joked, "It's just a motorcycle."

The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth: "We have a long way to go back, let me give you a ride, and I'll walk back myself."

"Alright."

Without having to walk, the two men happily got on Xia Yu's GT motorcycle.

"Grandma, hurry up! We still have things to do when we go back!" the two men said.

"Alright!" Xia Yu pulled the throttle.

Five minutes later, the two men sat in the corner of their own yard, panting with pale faces.

"Here's the money your wife asked me to give you," Xia Yu handed them the money.

"Where did you get so much money?" The two men were shocked; they thought it was hopeless.

"I made some money recently," Xia Yu said vaguely.

They were relieved when they heard it was earned.

"What's the situation with Xiao Hai in your family?" Looking at the old, shabby house in front of her, which was only slightly larger than Yin Shulan's, Xia Yu was puzzled.

Did their family really have that much money to buy a house in Yao Guang?

"Xiao Hai said he found a friend, and with a down payment of 50,000, he could get a 100-square-meter house." The two men, holding the money, happily told Xia Yu.

"Oh," Xia Yu understood. This Xiao Hai was swindling money from his family.

He couldn't get the 50,000 together, but borrowed 30,000 from Yin Shulan; this was a very good relative after all.

Feeling a little guilty about her private retaliation, Xia Yu let it go.