Qian Laoye fumbled in his clothes and pulled out a piece of paper. He glanced at it and handed it to Shan Xiaoya. “This is Fan Yue’s IOU. Look carefully. Repaying debt is natural. If she pays the money, I’ll leave immediately and won’t trouble her. But if there’s no money to repay, we’ll have to take her. The IOU clearly states that if the money isn’t repaid within seven days, she’ll be taken as collateral. Today is the seventh day…”
Qian Laoye tried to continue, but Shan Xiaoya coldly looked at him. Intimidated by her gaze, he swallowed his words.
Shan Xiaoya told Qian Laoye: “Wait here. I’ll get the money.” She entered the room. Fan Yue immediately grabbed her hand: “Sister, please leave! Qian Laoye is not someone we can provoke. This happened because of me. Don’t get involved. Please go!”
Shan Xiaoya smiled, patting Fan Yue’s hand: “Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.”
“She took out five silver ingots from a black bag, showing them to Fan Yue, who stood stunned, having never seen so much silver before, especially in such a situation.
As soon as Shan Xiaoya stepped out, she threw the silver at Qian Laoye. ‘Is this enough?’
Qian Laoye was shocked, quickly picking up the silver. ‘Enough, enough. More than enough.’
Shan Xiaoya tore the IOU in front of him, turning it into snowflakes, coldly saying: ‘Now leave quickly, or do you need me to see you out?’
The six men on the ground quickly got up, nursing their injuries, and left shamefacedly. Qian Laoye followed, clutching the silver.
Just as they were about to exit, Shan Xiaoya called: ‘Stop!’
They all froze, looking at her nervously.
‘Will you come looking for Fan Yue again?’
Qian Laoye immediately responded: ‘No! No! Since the money is repaid, we won’t trouble Fan Yue.’ He signaled his men to leave quickly.
Shan Xiaoya suddenly stood in front of Qian Laoye. ‘Master Qian, Fan Yue’s debt is repaid. Now, there’s another account to settle.’
Qian Laoye looked confused. ‘Account? What account?’
‘How about the slap you gave Fan Yue?’
Qian Laoye looked puzzled, scratching his head. Shan Xiaoya continued: ‘I won’t ask for much. Forty-five taels for medical expenses.’ She extended her hand.
