That House Is Enough!

Mrs. Hou still couldn't accept paying so much compensation, so she began to talk about Jian Xing'er's past.

When Mr. Hou heard his wife's words, he sighed and shook his head. "I don't know anything else. I only know that Jian Xing'er helped us during our most difficult times."

"Back then, you didn't approve of Junlai and Jian Xing'er's marriage. Now, Junlai has become successful and has changed for the better, but Jian Xing'er has always been kind and filial to us."

"Therefore, I don't think Junlai gave her too much. In fact, it's too little.

When Mrs. Hou heard this, she was even more dissatisfied. She immediately stood up and shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"I admit that Jian Xing'er helped our family back then, but don't forget that the house Junlai bought for Jian Xing'er's parents was worth a million yuan. It's enough to make up for Jian Xing'er!"

Mr. Hou immediately said, "You're living a good life now, but have you forgotten how difficult things were in the past?!"

With that, Mr. Hou shook his head with a sigh and stood up to leave.

He didn't want to bicker with the rest of the Hou family.

Seeing Mr. Hou leave with a sigh, Mrs. Hou was even angrier.

Hou Xiaoyu immediately said, "Mom, don't be angry. My father is old, so don't lower yourself to his level. I think we should go and get the money or the house back from Jian Xing'er now."

"My husband is doing well now, but he needs to buy a good car in order to discuss more business deals. I want to help him too."

Mrs. Hou had nowhere to vent her anger, so she said resentfully, "If only you could be as mature and successful as your brother."

"But no matter what, the money has to be returned. Junlai has already given her a lot of compensation."

Mrs. Hou decided that she had to get the money back.

Then, Mrs. Hou seemed to have thought of something and continued, "Jian Xing'er might look kind, but she's quite cunning behind the surface. If it's just the two of us, Jian Xing'er definitely won't give it to us."

"Do you remember that girl who is pursuing your brother? Her name is Liu Xin'er. Call her over to help us."

Hou Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Are you talking about Sister Xin'er?"

"Mom, don't worry. This is Sister Xin'er's idea in the first place. As long as you agree, we'll go look for Jian Xing'er now and get the money back."

"With Sister Xin'er around, I don't believe Jian Xing'er won't return the money."

When Mrs. Hou heard this, she immediately got dressed and was about to leave.

Mrs. Hou said, "Let's go. How can I let others get my son's hard-earned money?!"

...

Sea City, Central Residence.

This was the best villa area in Sea City. Those who lived here were all famous figures in Sea City.

In the villa.

Jian Xing'er sat on the sofa as she stared at the luxuriously decorated house. It felt so unfamiliar yet familiar.

She had an indescribable feeling.

This villa had been through Jian Xing'er and Hou Junlai's start from scratch. It was also the result of their hard efforts.

Although Jian Xing'er had expected this day to come, she didn't expect it to come so quickly.

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, Jian Xing'er had tried her best to appease Hou Junlai.

However, in the end, all of Jian Xing'er's gentleness was meaningless.

Jian Xing'er sighed and looked at the "Playboy" magazine on the table. There was an aloof and handsome man on the cover.

Jian Xing'er watched as this man started from scratch, but she didn't expect that Hou Junlai, who was once unworthy of her in the eyes of others, would become someone out of her league.

Hou Junlai had become an outstanding young entrepreneur in Sea City. As a handsome upstart, he had become the dream man of countless young women and girls in Sea City.

Jian Xing'er muttered to herself, "That's right. A hunk who came from nothing and is now worth billions is being pursued by countless beautiful and enchanting girls. How can a nameless doctor like me be worthy of him?"

Jian Xing'er smiled self-deprecatingly. Perhaps she had already become a stain on Junlai's reputation.

Jian Xing'er put the magazine on the table with a sigh. She didn't want to see it again.

Jian Xing'er looked at the house again, then stood up to pack her things and leave.

At this moment, the phone rang.

As soon as she picked up the call, a voice came from the other end. "Miracle Doctor Jian, are you free now?"

Jian Xing'er wasn't in the mood, so she hung up.

The phone kept ringing.

Jian Xing'er simply turned off her phone. She wasn't in the mood for this now.

However, a look of pity flashed across Jian Xing'er's eyes.

Miracle Doctor Jian?

It had been a long time since anyone had called her that.