Chapter 1828 — Upheaval at Home, Part Two
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It seemed no one was a fool. The An family had done it seamlessly, leaving no flaw to be found in the accounts, yet Uncle Qing still had his suspicions—not that the An family cared. Let them suspect; the matter was already settled beyond recall.
"The An family..." Gu Mengyao dried her tears and fixed the name in her mind.
"Miss Gu, the ownership of this villa no longer belongs to us either—it is the An family's now. Only, An Liwen said that he and you are friends, and he did not want to see you homeless, so he argued with his father and had the villa left to us," Uncle Qing said. "I do not know whether An Liwen had a hand in this, or whether he is sincere or false, but from now on, it would be best to have as little to do with the An family as possible."
"I understand..." Gu Mengyao had not expected that the villa was no longer hers. Looking at the familiar surroundings, she felt a pang of bitterness. "So that is why all of Little Shu's things were moved here?"
"Yes..." Uncle Qing nodded. "By the way, Miss Gu..."
"Uncle Qing, why are you still calling me Miss Gu? What 'young lady of the house' am I now? Just call me Yao-yao..." After such an upheaval, Gu Mengyao seemed altogether sorrowful.
"All right, Yao-yao. The money I have on hand is nearly gone now, and Mr. Gu's medical expenses from here on are still unprovided for. Could you withdraw the pocket money in your card and give it to me first?" Uncle Qing, never one to stand on ceremony, asked straight out.
"Of course, no problem..." Gu Mengyao said without thinking—but the words were scarcely out when her expression changed slightly. "No—the money is gone..."
"Gone?" Uncle Qing was struck dumb on the spot.
"On the road, we ran into robbers..." And with that, Gu Mengyao told him of the perilous scene on the journey, and how Little Shu had thought fast and turned disaster into safety...
"Ah, money is a thing outside the body; if it is gone, it is gone. But at a time like this, to have no money..." Uncle Qing would hardly blame Gu Mengyao. In that situation, never mind a million—even five million or ten million would have had to be handed over.
"How about I ask my brother, and see how much my family can come up with? I cannot say for a large sum, but a few hundred thousand ought to be possible." Shen Yushu's family was not well off: her parents were both researchers, her grandfather was retired at home, and her brother's salary was not large either—beyond his own living expenses, he could not have saved much.
"No need to ask... the money of the Chen and Song families has probably all been lent to Fatty Lai..." Uncle Qing shook his head. He knew of the bankruptcy of Guan's Pharmaceuticals as well; if Fatty Lai still had money, Uncle Qing would have gone to borrow from him long ago. They were not close, but with Wei Zhao's connection it would have been no problem—the trouble was that Fatty Lai could barely save himself now.