"It's Luojiang Evening News. I've seen the photos of your studio, taken with the leader of Ludao, and you're still standing in the middle!" Yang Yahui said, pushing away the chair and taking small steps all the way to the coffee table.
Next to me, I picked up the newspaper on top.
There is no need to even turn the page, the newspaper has been folded to the page where Jian Anran and his studio signed the contract. The photo is very large, and Jian Anran standing in the middle can be seen at a glance.
"I asked your grandma's cousin's daughter to ask, isn't she the one who joined the Luojiang Design Institute last year?" Yang Yahui began to say.
"She said, this project is quite big, and the design fee of your studio is quite a lot. In addition, there are only a few people in your studio, so everyone can share a lot of money."
"Besides," Yang Yahui said as if she didn't notice Jian Anran's worsening expression, "Xiao Wen is not the kind of person who withholds money. He knows all the difficulties at home, and maybe he will still do it."
I'll give you more points..."
"Stop talking!" Putting down her chopsticks with a snap, Jian Anran stood up and glanced at the three of them condescendingly.
Yang Yahui seemed to be frightened, Jian Shaobo was just stunned for a moment, and then continued to eat the rice in the bowl as if no one else was watching. As for Jian Anjie, he looked at everyone's faces crazily from the beginning, and didn't dare to take a big bite of the rice.<
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"I bet you guys have already made good plans, and you're just waiting for me to come back, and then try to catch a turtle in a urn?" There was a tight feeling in her chest, and she even felt that she couldn't breathe at one point.
"I won't take out the money. It's up to you to decide!" Jian Anran gave an ultimatum.
As she said this, she turned around to take back the bag placed on the sideboard. Jian Anran was even a little lucky that she had submitted an application to stay overnight——
So you won’t wander on the streets on New Year’s Eve.
Behind him, the bowl and chopsticks were put down with a bang, and Jian Shaobo stood up with a bang, "You are an adult now, isn't it your duty to support your parents?"
"Have you never seen a case where a judge ordered the children to pay monthly living expenses to the elderly? You are already in your fifth year of adulthood, and until this year you are still relying on your parents to support you. What's wrong with asking you for money?"
"Isn't it? Are you going to do this?" Jian Anran rolled her eyes and said, "If you want to explain something, you should know how to do it, right?"
"You don't understand that the elderly person being supported must be over 60 years old, and only the adult children need to fulfill their legal support obligations?"
Hearing these words, Jian Shaobo's face turned red. Jian Shaobo and Yang Yahui were only forty-six or seventeen, and they were still a long way from retirement.
"I have nothing more to say to you," she walked straight to the entrance, "you can pay it back after selling this house."
"Or," she paused, "don't you still want to reserve a suite for your son at this juncture?"
"No, An Ran..." Yang Yahui hurriedly caught up, "The house... this house has long been mortgaged..."
"Mortgage?" When she heard these two words, Jian Anran couldn't believe it.
She subconsciously asked: "When?"
Yang Yahui sighed: "When I first got the house book."
According to Yang Yahui's recollection, this house was bought when Jian Anran was two or three years old. As soon as the ten-year loan was paid off, Jian Shaobo immediately took out a loan for the house.
After the second loan was paid off again, the house was seamlessly transferred to Jian Shaobo for a third loan. So far, the house is still in mortgage status, and they have to repay the house every month.
"What about the car?" Jian Anran thought of the car parked downstairs.
"It's also mortgaged..." Yang Yahui was evasive.
Jian Anran felt that she almost laughed out of anger, "So what is left in this family?"
"A pile of debt?"
"I'll forget it. Jian Anjie has just entered junior high school. Have you considered the cost of his future education?"
"Or are you like me, just letting yourself fend for yourself once you reach adulthood? It would be better if you still have money to subsidize the holes you poked?"
Yang Yahui quickly made up for it: "It's not like this... We don't want this either. Mom and dad didn't want to fight hard to leave you some money..."
"So? What should I do with the 200,000 yuan in online loans?" Jian Anran asked.
"What online loan? Why do you still have it?" When she heard about the money, Yang Yahui was so shocked that she even subconsciously took two steps back and leaned against the shoe cabinet behind her to avoid fainting.
"That day..." Yang Yahui seemed to suddenly remember something, "What kind of online loan did you talk about when you came back that day? This is it? How did you know?"
Glancing in the direction of the dining table, Jian Anran replied: "The call I received half a month ago, the other party claimed to be a debt collection agency. They first asked me if I knew Jian Shaobo, and then directly told me that it was Jian Shaobo who retained me.
Phone."
She paused and then continued: "Say I have money and ask me to help him pay it back."
Yang Yahui turned around and glared hard, "Jian Shaobo! You are simply not human!"
"You also mortgaged the shop my mother gave me as a dowry! I've been in deep debt after being with you for twenty years!" Yang Yahui was almost hysterical. If Jian Anran hadn't been quick to step forward and help her, she would have almost given up.
Put the shoe cabinet and fall back.
"The store is also mortgaged?" Jian Anran was very surprised.
She had been to the shop in the old town several times. It was the dowry that her grandparents were preparing to give to her mother, Yang Yahui. Although the shop was old, the old town where it was located was prosperous, and the rental return rate was extremely high over the years. After so many years, the shop itself
The value has increased several times.
"An Ran..." When Yang Yahui turned around, her face was already full of tears, "He also hid it from me and asked his aunt and uncle to borrow money from everyone..."
Crying so hard that she was out of breath, the string that Yang Yahui had been holding tight for so long seemed to suddenly break, "I didn't know about it until they came to tell me about it..."
Yang Yahui, who has always known that her family's finances are tight and has a more traditional mindset, has always been willing to be her husband's "behind woman".
He said that he wanted to mortgage the house, and she followed him to sign. He said that the car also had to be mortgaged, and he even asked her to go through the process. When asked how much private money she had saved in her card, Yang Yahui immediately told her what she had done over the years.
All the money she saved from buying groceries was given to him. Even until the end, she was asked to mortgage the shop she owned as a dowry before the marriage, and she signed immediately without saying a word.
Without waiting for Jian Shaobo's business to improve, Yang Yahui came back from shopping for groceries and suddenly saw the seal on the door and the sky-high debt written on it.
She immediately felt like there was a thunder and lightning, and she immediately picked up her mobile phone to discuss countermeasures with her brothers and sisters——
