Chapter 18: Slap in the Face! Collecting the Debt

Chapter 18: Slap in the Face! Collecting the Debt

A jealous and contemptuous companion looked at him and said, "Do you really think he believes you're just a poor college student who started a company to pay off debts and ended up working here?"

The lover proudly took a sip of his drink and sneered, "Of course! He was completely fooled. Just yesterday, everything was fine. We were about to sleep together, and he even promised to give me another one million. I don't know why he suddenly flipped out. Tsk, just wait. I guarantee that in less than three days, he'll be on his knees in front of me, crying and begging for my forgiveness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the private room finally noticed Shen Zhiyue standing at the door, next to a small child with a gloomy expression.

Some people deliberately said in a loud voice, "Look, there's no need to wait three days. It's only been a day, and he's already here to make amends."

The lover cleared his throat lightly, quickly putting on an angry expression, and said arrogantly, "What are you doing here? If you don’t show me enough sincerity, I won’t be so quick to forgive you!"

Shen Zhiyue smiled slightly. "Would two million be enough to show you’re serious?"

The people around showed envious looks. Jiang Corporation was seriously loaded. Although the young master of the Jiang family was disabled and never received much attention, Shen Zhiyue, as his wife, casually mentioned two million. From her casual tone, it sounded like two million was pocket change to her.

Hearing the two million, the lover's eyes lit up, but he quickly contained his excitement, revealing a glint of joy. He coughed twice and said, "When do I get the two million? Given your sincerity, I might consider forgiving you..."

Immediately after, his personal terminal emitted a message notification sound.

Shen Zhiyue said seriously, "I've already sent it to you. Please check."

The lover eagerly opened the message on his personal terminal, and everyone crowded around to see what a two-million transfer looked like.

What they saw was a long, detailed list.

It included the transfer records to the lover, red envelopes for holidays, and even the accommodation fee for the nights the lover spent at the Jiang family villa, calculated at 500 star coins per night.

They even saw the expenses Shen Zhiyue incurred when he treated the lover to meals at hotels, totaling over twenty million star coins.

"This is the total amount you’ve received from me over the years—twenty-nine point eight million star coins," Shen Zhiyue said gently. "Of course, I’m not asking you to return all of it."

The lover stared at the list in disbelief and, upon hearing Shen Zhiyue's words, breathed a sigh of relief. "Then what do you mean?"

"I'm not that petty. This list is just to clarify things. Considering the effort you put into this charade for three years, I’ll let the eight hundred thousand slide. But the rest—twenty-nine million—needs to be in my account by tomorrow."

The lover was completely dumbfounded, and the companions who had previously envied him were now secretly delighted, waiting to see how he would make a fool of himself.

The kid standing nearby finally looked relieved.

So, Mom came here to collect the debt from this bad uncle.

The lover's face turned red as he said, "Shen Zhiyue! What do you mean by asking for the money back? You gave it to me! I don't have any money to return!"

Shen Zhiyue reasoned, "I have plenty of chat records showing you borrowed the money, not that I gave it to you."

"That's impossible!" the lover blurted out. "I deleted all those chat records!"