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Chapter 490 - 434 Fool (Thanks for the tips, seeking monthly votes!)

Chapter 490: 434 Fool (Thanks for the tips, seeking monthly votes!)

"Is that Jiang Chen, brother?"

After watching several sisters walk away, Ren Miao asked a question.

"Yeah."

Hong Xiaoyu nodded.

Even though he had come to understand a lot after their talk in the canteen on Friday, he was not Jiang Chen, after all, and Jiang Chen hadn’t moved on from Ai Qian that quickly either. At this moment, while feigning nonchalance, he also had to control himself not to think about Duan Xueying’s matter, which made his demeanor look very stiff.

Luckily, Ren Miao seemed somewhat preoccupied and didn’t notice.

"Shall we walk together?"

Hong Xiaoyu obviously couldn’t refuse, so he nodded again.

A weekend evening at Liang Chen.

Many couples were coming out and going in pairs around the campus.

This scene was once Hong Xiaoyu’s beautiful fantasy, but now that he had his "wish fulfilled," his state of mind was undoubtedly different.

"Something on your mind?"

He noticed something off about Ren Miao.

The Ren Miao he knew was a very cheerful and lively girl. Even if she appeared gentle and delicate on the outside, whenever he was with her, he would be infected by her enthusiasm. But tonight, she was exceptionally silent.

"No."

Ren Miao shook her head with a smile, but anyone could see that her words were insincere.

"...If you don’t mind, you can talk to me about it. Some things, once spoken, may feel a lot better."

Ren Miao turned her head and saw a face that was cautious yet sincere and earnest.

It was green, yet it warmed her heart.

"Are you really willing to be my trash can?"

A smile played at the corners of Ren Miao’s mouth.

"Isn’t that a friend’s duty?"

Hong Xiaoyu pretended to be natural, "A worry shared is a worry halved."

He wasn’t as articulate and quick-witted as his cousin, and all he could think of were these clichéd phrases.

"But that’s not fair to you."

Hong Xiaoyu tentatively asked, "Are you having a conflict with him?"

Ren Miao understood who he was referring to and shook her head with a smile.

"It has nothing to do with him, it’s my family’s business."

Indeed, it had nothing to do with Dai Chibei.

After all, their families weren’t related.

The Dai Family had already helped her family a lot, and it was unreasonable to blame them for staying out of this issue.

There’s a saying that goes, to help is a favor, not to help is duty.

So after coming back from the production base of Tusun Cars and receiving a call from Dai Chibei, Ren Miao held no resentment and remained polite, expressing her gratitude.

"What happened with your family?"

Hong Xiaoyu became subconsciously tenser.

His genuine concern didn’t go unnoticed by Ren Miao.

At this critical juncture, where everyone avoided her family like the plague, having someone who cared was especially precious.

"Let’s sit for a while."

As they arrived at the edge of the scenic pond, Ren Miao sat down on a nearby stone block, gazing at the clear night sky, and said softly, "My dad’s business has run into some problems."

Hong Xiaoyu stood beside her, understanding that it wasn’t his place to inquire too much, but still asked involuntarily, "Is it serious?"

Ren Miao was silent for a moment.

"I’d say it’s quite serious. It might even lead to bankruptcy."

Hong Xiaoyu’s pupils contracted.

Bankruptcy.

Even ordinary people who don’t understand business understand what that entails, but the girl speaking of it didn’t seem weighed down by it.

"How could this happen?"

Hong Xiaoyu was taken aback, not knowing what had happened, but still promptly offered his help and advice.

"Didn’t you say your brother Chi Bei’s family is very powerful? Maybe he could help..."

"I’ve already asked him."

Ren Miao shook her head and said simply, "He can’t help."

So far, Dai Chibei hadn’t explained the reasons to her, but from various signs, Ren Miao instinctively felt that the trouble her family was facing was probably bigger than what could be seen on the surface.

"..."

Hong Xiaoyu was at a loss for words for a moment; he didn’t know what he should say or could say.

After all.

He was self-aware, just another ordinary student. Even if Ren Miao told him everything, what use would it be?

He had no ability to help whatsoever.

Hong Xiaoyu clenched his hands quietly, once again feeling his own helplessness.

"Why are you just standing there? Sit down."

Ren Miao tilted her head.

Hong Xiaoyu sat down silently on the slightly lower stone stool beside her.

"You see, it was you who asked me to speak, but now that I’ve spoken, you’ve become somber. Had I known, I wouldn’t have told you."

Ren Miao teased.

"Could it be that you’re taking the issue too seriously?"

Hong Xiaoyu said.

"Perhaps,"

Ren Miao sighed. "But even if we go bankrupt, it’s not the end of the world. It just means a lower quality of life, no big deal. It also saves me from people saying I’ve never experienced hardship."

That may be true. Some tycoons, even after bankruptcy, live better than the average person. The problem is that it’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult the other way around.

Very few can withstand such a drop.

Hong Xiaoyu looked embarrassed, obviously realizing that she was making fun of him.

In his eyes, Ren Miao had always been like a greenhouse flower, pampered and overprotected.

Of course.

He hadn’t really experienced hardship either, just a lower standard of basic living conditions.

If Ren Miao was living in a greenhouse, then he would be in a grow house.

"Don’t be too negative. Your dad managed to build the business up so well before, he must have a way to deal with this."

Hong Xiaoyu offered his comfort.

Ren Miao responded with a smile.

"In twenty days, if we don’t pay back the bank loan, the bank will seize my father’s factory."

Hong Xiaoyu was silent.

"...How much does your uncle owe the bank?"

"More than fifty million, I guess."

Ren Miao’s tone was fairly nonchalant, but to Hong Xiaoyu, it struck like a thunderbolt.

He knew that Ren Miao’s family was wealthy, but he didn’t know the details.

Now, though, he had a clearer perspective.

While the number of wealthy people was growing, fifty million was still an astonishing figure.

At least for a family of modest means like Hong Xiaoyu’s, it was indeed the case.

He hadn’t met any rich people, but he knew an auntie who worked at a bank, a friend of his mother’s, whose daily job was to attract deposits,

If you deposit two hundred thousand, that auntie would provide door-to-door service; it’s said that with a deposit of three million, one can get a job in the bank without any interviews or exams; and with a deposit in the tens of millions, you get a position as a deputy bank manager directly.

Yes, it’s as straightforward as that.

Unlike ordinary people, who need credentials and go through the trouble of taking exams.

Of course.

With his perspective, Hong Xiaoyu couldn’t imagine that fifty million, a sum of money that left him breathless, could sometimes be less valuable than a small stone.

Perhaps even for Ren Miao, who grew up in a wealthy family, it was the same.

"Why the long face?"

Ren Miao turned her head, her hands folded behind her on the stone, and smiling, said, "You’re not giving me a stern look just because you heard my family might go bankrupt, are you? Are you that mercenary?"

Hong Xiaoyu, of course, knew she was joking.

And he also understood that she was merely forcing a smile, pretending to be carefree.

No matter how much more mature girls may seem compared to boys, she was still just twenty years old, after all.

"Ren Miao."

"What do you want?"

Hong Xiaoyu mustered up his courage.

"No matter if you are the Snow White or Cinderella, we are still friends."

Ren Miao was taken aback, then looking at the boy’s naive, shy, yet resolute appearance, she suddenly laughed.

"Silly."