Quick Wear: The heroine refuses to be in love

“I don’t have that much money on hand. I’ll give it to you when I have it, okay?” Li Xiuhua said in a pleading tone.

"Isn't your son making a lot of money in another city? Have your son transfer the money to me."

Today, Xu Jinhuan is determined to get this money back.

Uncle Zhang's face was extremely ugly. He felt that Xu Jinhuan was showing him no respect at all, and that his usual kindness to him was all an act, just to... gain more followers.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuhua looked at her husband with a questioning gaze.

Uncle Zhang saw many people looking at him and gritted his teeth, saying, "You call the boss and tell him to transfer the money over."

After saying that, he looked at Xu Jinhuan with disdain, "My eldest son earns tens of thousands of yuan a month, he doesn't need a few hundred yuan at all."

"I never intended to renege on the debt; I planned to pay you back at the end of the year," he said, trying to save face.

Xu Jinhuan couldn't help but roll her eyes: "If you don't need it, just pay me back quickly. Don't dawdle like that. It's not very efficient."

Uncle Zhang's temper flared up instantly, and he yelled at his wife, "What are you all standing there for? Call our son right now!"

Li Xiuhua reluctantly dialed her eldest son's number, and it took a long time for the other end to answer.

Worried about delaying her son's time, Li Xiuhua quickly told him about transferring the money.

She thought her eldest son would transfer the money readily, but to her surprise, he said, "Mom, you're raising a son, not an ATM. It's just five hundred yuan, you can give it to me first. Although I earn a lot of money outside, I also have a lot of expenses, so I don't have much money on me."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuhua was stunned, and those around her also heard it, all showing strange looks.

In the past, Uncle Zhang and his wife would often boast about how filial their eldest son was in the village.

They wouldn't even give me 500 yuan, how ironic!

Uncle Zhang was stunned. He never expected his eldest son, who was always filial and sensible, to say such a thing. He was so angry that his face turned ashen and his lips were trembling. He reached out to Li Xiuhua for her phone and said, "Give me your phone, and I'll talk to him myself."

Li Xiuhua handed over the phone.

That head hasn't been hung up yet.

Uncle Zhang said directly to the person opposite him, "Son, you've worked for so many years, don't you even have five hundred yuan?"

Seeing that the other end remained silent, he couldn't help but ask:

"Do you really not have it, or are you just unwilling to give it?"

"I really don't have any! I've been in some trouble lately and have run out of money. If I had any, why wouldn't I give it to you?"

Hearing this, Uncle Zhang's expression softened slightly. He looked up at the crowd, especially at Xu Jinhuan, and said:

"Did you hear that? My son ran into some trouble, otherwise he would definitely have given me the money."

Xu Jinhuan scoffed, "I have no say in your family's affairs, I just want the money."

Uncle Zhang was so angry that his eyes widened, but he tried his best to calm himself down, and then turned to Li Xiuhua and said:

“I remember I still had a few hundred yuan in my money box. I was originally saving it to buy seeds. You can take it out and return it to her first.”

At this point, he glanced at Xu Jinhuan and said sarcastically, "So that no one will think we owe money and don't pay it back."

After hearing this, Li Xiuhua went home to get the money.

During this lull, Xu Jinhuan looked at the people who hadn't left yet and started asking them for money.

The crowd immediately objected and began to bargain with Xu Jinhuan.

“Huanhuan, we’ve all watched you grow up since you were little. Now that you’ve made so much money, you’re not even willing to give us this little bit?” The speaker was Aunt Li from the village.

She always liked to take advantage of others, and the original owner was too shy to admit it, so she took advantage of her many times.

"I don't want to." Xu Jinhuan said expressionlessly. "You bullied me first, so don't blame me for turning against you. Pay back the money right now, or you won't look good if word gets out."

Xu Jinhuan asked for money from everyone. Some people gave it to her out of politeness, while others, who were shameless, refused to give it to her and even asked to borrow money from her, saying that her child couldn't afford the tuition, that her elderly relatives were sick, and so on. They could come up with any excuse.

Xu Jinhuan rolled her eyes, showing no mercy to them: "Then you can wait for the debt collectors to come knocking on your door demanding your money."

The speaker's face instantly turned ugly, and he looked at Xu Jinhuan in disbelief: "What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that I plan to hire some debt collectors to ask you for your money."

The atmosphere at the scene froze immediately upon hearing this.

Someone raised their fist, seemingly about to make a move...

Xu Jinhuan raised an eyebrow and pointed to the surveillance camera in the corner: "If you're not afraid, then go ahead and do it."

The man gave Xu Jinhuan a deep look, then lowered his raised fist.

That night, Xu Jinhuan recovered more than three thousand yuan.

Looking at the money in his hand, Xu Jinhuan sighed, "The original owner of this body really was a sucker."

Then she sighed again, "But you can't blame the original owner. What can a little girl do with one or two other little girls?"

As soon as everyone left, Xu Jinhuan closed the door and secretly threw a bounce talisman at the entrance.

Anyone who tries to do anything to the people in this family will be retaliated against.

"Sister, what if they sneak in at night?" Xu Zhaoyue, who had been standing next to her, asked with some concern.

"Don't be afraid." Xu Jinhuan patted her head. "Tomorrow, your sister will take you to move out."

She plans to move directly to the nearest big city, since the big city is safer than here.

Xu Zhaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of longing in her eyes, and followed behind Xu Jinhuan, asking, "Sister, are big cities like they are on TV?"

Xu Jinhuan laughed and said, "You can see for yourself when the time comes."

The original owner's two younger sisters were very sensible. They both felt sorry for and respected their older sister, especially the youngest, Xu Qiutong, who felt very guilty towards the original owner because of her illness, feeling that she was a burden to her.

That night, while Xu Jinhuan was sleeping, the system woke her up and told her that someone was throwing pheasants into her yard.

Xu Jinhuan said speechlessly, "Have you forgotten that I just threw a bounce talisman at the door?"

System: "Ah, right."

Xu Jinhuan rolled her eyes and lay back down.

Doorway.

The secretary's son, Li Wang, swung his arm and threw the pheasant with its neck cut into the hole.

He had long disliked Xu Jinhuan. So what if he became an internet celebrity by chance? What's so great about that that he looked down on him?

After throwing the pheasant into the yard, Li Wang strolled slowly home, imagining Xu Jinhuan's expression upon seeing the dead chicken. The more he thought about it, the more smug he became, and his steps became lighter.

However, as soon as he arrived at his doorstep, he saw the dead chicken at the entrance.

Blood was spilled all over the ground, and under the moonlight, it looked particularly gruesome.

Li Wang was stunned for a moment, then burst into curses: "Damn it, which bastard threw a dead chicken at my doorstep?"

Li's parents, who were still awake in the house, were woken up by him and came out to see what was going on.

As soon as the door was opened, Li's father saw blood all over the floor and was so frightened that he almost fell.

Li's mother was also startled and quickly helped Li's father up, asking, "What happened? How did the dead chicken get here?"

She and her husband knew about their son's plans.

The elderly couple were also unhappy that Xu Jinhuan rejected their son, so they didn't stop him.