After Divorce, My Ex-Wife Became My Creditor - Chapter 52 - A Chance Encounter

Han Qian pushed the shopping cart, with little Beibei almost buried under a pile of snacks. Yang Jia looked on enviously at Beibei, wishing she could sit in the cart too. After spending three hundred yuan at checkout, Han Qian placed the bags of snacks in Yang Lan’s trunk, waved goodbye to Beibei, and left.

Throughout the entire time, he didn’t say a word to anyone around him. There was a fire burning inside him. Being good to Wen Nuan was a debt owed to the Wen Family. The accusations he faced back then weren’t something that could be resolved in just three years. He felt he owed little to Wen Nuan, but to Mr. Wen and Li Jinhe, he felt indebted. This didn’t mean he had to be nice to everyone.

Li Dongsheng’s repeated provocations had pushed Han Qian to his limit. If Liu Jiulong hadn’t stopped him today, he would have definitely confronted Li Dongsheng about life. Working at Rongyao was what Han Qian wanted, but being bullied was something he couldn’t accept.

Not wanting to bring his anger home, Han Qian boarded a bus and aimlessly watched the bright city lights outside the window.

It started to rain.

A sudden downpour mercilessly battered the pedestrians on the street. By the time the rain stopped, the bus had already reached the terminal.

Getting off at the train station, he walked towards the bustling city center. The post-rain air carried a slight chill, prompting Han Qian to tighten his coat and check his wallet, which was still full. The money he had given Yang Lan earlier was not accepted and was still with him. Today, Wen Nuan seemed unusually quiet, not bothering him at all.

Descending the steps to the underground mall, he found himself amidst a crowd. Han Qian wasn’t in a hurry; he had no particular destination in mind, just wanted to clear his head. But slowly, the people in front stopped moving, and the sound of young people cursing and shouting reached his ears.

Han Qian was about to turn and leave when a voice from behind stopped him.

“Broke ass! Can you afford to pay?”

The term was particularly grating. Han Qian remembered Li Dongsheng using the same words when leaving the office. Why did people, once they had some money, forget their roots? Han Qian turned around, pushed through the crowd, and walked down the steps.

On the marble tiles at the entrance, which were now filled with rainwater, an old lady knelt, dressed in rags, clutching a woven bag tightly. She was apologizing to a group of kids in front of her.

She was old enough to be their grandmother, yet here she was, humbly kneeling. Behind her was a frail young man in a white chef’s jacket, about twenty-three years old, covered in footprints and blood. His nose was broken and bleeding profusely.

Frowning, Han Qian stepped forward, took a pack of tissues from his pocket, and handed it to the young man. Then he turned and helped the old lady up, smiling.

“Get up, it’s cold, and you’ll suffer if you catch rheumatism.”

The old lady was at a loss, but with Han Qian’s help, she slowly stood. This act angered the young kids, who were about seventeen or eighteen, with dyed hair and trendy clothes. One boy with short, dark green hair stepped forward, grabbed Han Qian’s arm, and sneered with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Broke ass, you want to stand up for them?”

That word again.

Han Qian shook off the green-haired boy’s arm, lifted his leg, and kicked him in the knee. The boy cried out in pain and cursed loudly. Seeing this, the other kids, regardless of gender, rushed forward, exposing their leader, who had been hiding behind them.

“Little Tu Kun, tell your dad his deal with Rongyao is off.”

As he spoke, he slapped the white-haired boy who had gotten close. The boy was stunned, and when he regained his senses, he cursed.

“Damn.”

Smack.

Another slap landed, and this time their leader couldn’t take it anymore. She looked up at Han Qian with a face full of grievance and said softly.

“Uncle, it’s not my fault!”

The kids who were about to make a move froze, turning to look at their leader, then at Han Qian, standing there dumbfounded. Han Qian ignored her grievances, took a hundred yuan from his wallet, and handed it to the old lady, speaking softly.

“It’s my fault for not teaching them well, and I’m sorry you had to suffer. Take this money, consider it payment for the bottles.”

He then took out two hundred more and handed it to the old lady, adding.

“Consider this compensation for the trouble my niece caused you.”

The old lady was bewildered. Han Qian then took out a thousand yuan and handed it to the young man on the ground, speaking softly.

“Whether you believe it or not, this little girl is my niece. I don’t have much cash on me, take this and get checked at the hospital. I’ll give you my number, if it’s not enough, come find me anytime.”

The young man didn’t take the money but stared intently at Han Qian, speaking softly.

“I’ve never heard of Tu Xiao having relatives here.”

Han Qian smiled.

“Not relatives, she calls me uncle, so I have to clean up after my niece.”

“She might not appreciate it and call you a fool.”

“That’s her business. I just need to do what an uncle should do.”

The young man stood up, took the money from Han Qian’s hand, and handed it to the old lady. As he helped her up the stairs, he turned to Han Qian and smiled.

“I don’t know whether to call you lucky or unlucky.”

Han Qian chuckled.

“Maybe lucky. At least when I go home, I’ll regret not doing this rather than losing money that can be earned back.”

“Perhaps. Let’s hope we don’t meet again, it would be unpleasant.”

The young man and the old lady left, the old lady still shaken. Han Qian turned and glared at little Tu Kun, but the girl, ignoring the crowd, wailed.

“Wah… Uncle, it’s really not my fault… Ah… I’m so wronged… I was the one who was wronged, and you threatened me… threatened my dad… Wah…”

The young hooligans understood now; this seemingly unremarkable guy was indeed their leader’s uncle. The green-haired and white-haired boys kept apologizing, and when they returned to little Tu Kun, she kicked them both away, leaving her alone, wailing.

It was definitely wailing, without a single tear.

Surrounded by onlookers pointing and whispering, Han Qian felt a bit embarrassed. He stepped forward, grabbed little Tu Kun by the scruff of her neck, and whispered angrily.

“Stop crying, let’s go!”

“Wah… I can’t walk, I twisted my ankle.”

Only then did Han Qian notice the back of little Tu Kun’s light gray clothes was covered in mud, and her exposed ankle was slightly swollen. Han Qian carried her up the stairs and out of the underground. Not long after Han Qian left, Guan the Goon arrived with his men. Han Qian handed little Tu Kun over to Guan the Goon.

“Tell your boss if I have time, I’ll contact him. Don’t go causing trouble at Rongyao! Now everyone thinks I’m brothers with you, Guan the Goon.”

Guan the Goon looked at Han Qian with a face full of grievance and spoke softly.

“Mr. Han, is it so shameful to be brothers with me, Guan Junbiao?”

“Get lost, I’m afraid your enemies will chop me to pieces.”