Quick Wear: The heroine refuses to be in love

Ning Xiang then called several of Xu Jinhuan's other friends, but without exception, none of them knew where Xu Jinhuan had gone.

Ning Xiang was so angry that he kicked a big tree by the roadside. He didn't think it was because they didn't know.

They just look down on him, that's why they don't tell him.

He returned to the guesthouse, dejected and distraught.

Looking at his contacts on the chat app, he made up his mind to borrow money from them one by one. Surely he could borrow something eventually?

Ning Xiang spent the entire night borrowing money, eventually managing to borrow three thousand yuan, which was far from enough to cover the medical expenses.

Ning Xiang was so worried that his hair turned white, and he finally decided to contact the parents who had abandoned him.

When Ning Xiang's mother, Wan Bing, heard that her son wanted to borrow money, she immediately said, "Where would I get money? Your uncle only gives me a little bit of living expenses each month."

"Not even a little bit?" Ning Xiang broke down. "If I don't have the surgery, I'll die."

He thought that after he said that, his mother would at least give him something.

But still nothing.

Ning Xiang was utterly disappointed and questioned, "Am I still your biological son?"

“Of course you are, but I really don’t have any money either,” Wan Bing said with difficulty.

"Can't you ask your husband for it?" Ning Xiang asked, still unwilling to give up.

"He won't give it to me," Wan Bing sighed.

Ning Xiang hung up the phone in disappointment.

After a while, he called his dad again.

"Son, what's up with calling Dad?"

On the other end of the phone, Ning Kangcheng asked with a smile.

His attitude gave Ning Xiang courage, and Ning Xiang said, "I have thyroid cancer and need money for surgery."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Dad?" Ning Xiang called out.

This time, Ning Kangcheng spoke up, saying, "I have no money, and I still owe a lot of money, so I can't give it to you."

Ning Xiang didn't believe it. He roared, "Is it because you don't want to give me the money that you're saying this on purpose?"

“I heard from someone recently that you bought a car for your youngest son.”

They have money to buy a car for their youngest son, but not money to pay for his medical treatment.

How could he have such a biased father?

Ning Kangcheng argued, "His mother bought it for him, but he pretended that I bought it for him to save face for me."

“Son, you have many classmates and friends, why don’t you ask them for money?”

"If you really can't borrow any more, you can take out a loan until you recover..."

He hesitated at this point.

If Ning Xiang dies, will his father be forced to pay back the money he owes?

He then changed the subject, saying, "Or... you might as well just accept your fate! You're just suffering anyway."

Ning Xiang couldn't believe what he was hearing. He roared, "I'm your own son! How can you just leave me to die?"

He knew his father didn't love him, but he never expected him to be so heartless.

Ning Xiang angrily hung up the phone, his anger growing with each passing thought.

The next day, he took a car to the residential area where Wan Bing lived. He bought a large loudspeaker at the entrance of the residential area and used it to play the victim.

"...I was neglected by my parents since I was little...I finally graduated from university...and then I got thyroid cancer, and I don't have the money to treat it..."

He spoke with tears streaming down his face.

The onlookers felt pity upon hearing this.

Someone tagged Wan Bing in the community group chat, telling her not to be so cold-blooded.

Wan Bing was furious; she knew Ning Xiang was a debt collector.

Wan Bing's husband soon found out about this and felt extremely ashamed. He told Wan Bing to quickly give Ning Xiang some money to get rid of him.

"How much money?" Wan Bing hesitated.

How much money does he need for treatment?

Wan Bing looked it up online and frowned: "It costs tens of thousands."

She couldn't bear to give it away.

My husband's income is low, less than 10,000 yuan a month. This money has to cover the mortgage and support my parents-in-law...

The two children are still in school, which is a time when they need money.

"Give him 10,000 yuan, and let him ask his dad for the rest."

When Ning Xiang was still a minor, they provided child support, but as far as he knew, Ning Kangcheng did not. So it was only right that they provide more now.

Wan Bing dialed Ning Xiang's number and said that he could only give him a maximum of 10,000 yuan, no more than that.

“I need 50,000 yuan. You have to give me at least 25,000 yuan, or I won’t leave,” Ning Xiang threatened.

Wan Bing was furious. "It's just ten thousand yuan, take it or leave it."

Ning Xiang hung up the phone and started wiping away tears again. He told the people around him that his mother would only give him 10,000 yuan at most.

People around him felt even more sorry for Ning Xiang, thinking he was really pitiful, and some even suggested donating money to him.

"There are so many kind-hearted people these days!" Xu Jinhuan exclaimed to the system.

"What if they donate?"

The system doesn't want these people to donate to Ning Xiang.

"Let him donate! Fifty thousand yuan isn't a huge sum; he'll raise it sooner or later."

"All we need to do is make his surgery fail," Xu Jinhuan said casually.

The system thought about it and agreed that this made sense.

People around Ning Xiang donated money one after another, and the total amount eventually exceeded 10,000 yuan.

Ning Xiang was extremely grateful and immediately knelt down before these people.