Chapter 381: Sell Them Overseas

“It’s not that I don’t want to help, but that factory is a massive liability. Whoever buys it will just end up bleeding money. It’s a guaranteed loss for anyone who takes it on.”

After being rejected multiple times, Meng Zehai’s face grew gloomier by the day.

Wu Sinic cried at home every single day. Holding Meng Xiaobao, she sobbed, “We can’t go on like this. Your dad is up to his ears in debt! What’s going to happen to us?”

Terrified, Meng Xiaobao wailed. Wu Sinic’s sobbing mixed with Xiaobao’s bawling, throwing the entire house into utter chaos.

The noise gave Meng’s Mother a splitting headache. Finally unable to sit still any longer, she grabbed Meng Zehai and dragged him outside.

“Let’s go! We’re going to find Qiao Fei! I’m her own mother—I refuse to believe she’d really drive us to our graves!”

By the time the mother and son stormed up to the entrance of Suiyue Bath Center, Yang Xun was inside a private room attending to a regular. Today’s client was a woman in her forties named Zhao, whose family ran a construction materials business. She had recently undergone surgery, and because her incisions weren’t healing well, she came to Yang Xun for restorative treatment.

Yang Xun was looking down, administering acupuncture, when a commotion erupted downstairs.

“Meng Qiaofei! Get out here!”

“What a wonderful daughter I raised! She’s trying to force me to my death!”

Meng’s Mother’s shrill, ear-piercing voice drifted up from the ground floor, audible even through several closed doors.

“If Meng Qiaofei doesn’t give us a proper explanation today, we’re not leaving!” Meng Zehai yelled at the top of his lungs.

Yang Xun’s expression remained placid. He finished inserting all the silver needles before speaking. “Zhao, the needles need to stay in for ten minutes. There’s a private matter outside that I need to handle.”

“Go ahead, but hurry back!” Zhao reached out to stroke Yang Xun’s waist and gave him a wink.

Down in the first-floor lobby, Meng’s Mother had sprawled herself across a sofa, slapping her thighs and wailing to the heavens. Several young female receptionists stood nearby, completely at a loss. Meng Zehai stood in the center of the hall with his hands on his hips, his face flushed red as he shouted upstairs.

Hearing the uproar, Meng Qiaofei hurried downstairs.

Meng’s Mother suddenly shot up from the sofa, lunging forward to point directly at her daughter’s nose. “Meng Qiaofei! Do you have any conscience left? The factory went bankrupt, and you still want us to pay two million! You’re driving our whole family to a dead end!”

“You agreed to this. What are you making a scene for now?” Meng Qiaofei retorted coldly.

In truth, she knew Yang Xun didn’t care about the two million. If the Mengs had promptly apologized and offered compensation when Meng Xiaobao ruined the medicinal herbs, Yang Xun wouldn’t have made things difficult for them at all. However, they showed zero remorse and had even come to cause trouble at the bathhouse. Now, they absolutely had to pay back those two million.

“You—!” Meng’s Mother trembled with fury. She plopped onto the floor and began to wail. “You unfilial daughter! Will you only be happy when you’ve driven me to my death?

“Fine! I’ll die right now! Nobody stop me!”

With that, Meng’s Mother scrambled up from the floor and prepared to ram her head into a pillar. Meng Zehai hastily grabbed hold of her, and the mother-son duo proceeded to put on a theatrical performance right in front of the crowd.

“If you keep making a scene, I’m calling the police,” Meng Qiaofei said, a headache building at her temples.

“Call them! Go ahead and call them! Our family has nothing left anyway! Just have them arrest me!” Meng’s Mother shrieked, throwing a massive tantrum on the floor.

Her howling echoed through the cavernous lobby of the bathhouse, drawing the attention of guests in the upstairs private rooms, who poked their heads out to watch the spectacle.

Yang Xun didn’t go downstairs to help. After all, his status at the bathhouse made it inconvenient for him to intervene directly. Instead, he made a phone call to Zhou Yuan.

Moments later, a black commercial van pulled up to the entrance. The doors slid open, and Zhou Yuan strode in with four burly young men. Seeing the chaotic scene in the lobby, they all frowned.

“Escort them out,” Zhou Yuan ordered.

The four muscular men quickly stepped forward, cleanly and efficiently hoisting Meng’s Mother and Meng Zehai into the air.

Meng’s Mother struggled desperately, screaming at the top of her lungs, “Let me go! You thugs! I’m calling the cops! I’m going to sue you!”

Meng Zehai fought back with all his might as well, but the men holding him possessed immense strength. The two of them couldn’t break free. The four men dragged Meng’s Mother and Meng Zehai out into the alley behind the bathhouse.

Meng’s Mother felt the world spin around her. Before she could even scream, she took a few swift kicks to the back, making her gasp in pain.

“Ah! What are you doing? Help!”

Meng Zehai only managed to yell out a single word before he was struck lightly on the head, sending stars dancing across his vision.

Leaning against the wall, Zhou Yuan spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. “Listen closely. If you ever dare come here to make trouble again, we’ll sell you overseas tomorrow.

“When that happens, the man will have his kidneys harvested. As for the woman… you’re too old to be sold into prostitution, so you’ll just have to sell your blood and organs.”

Hearing this, Meng’s Mother shuddered violently, instantly too terrified to make a peep.

“Nod if you understand.”

The two of them nodded frantically.

Zhou Yuan gave his subordinates a look, and the young men released their grip. Pale and trembling all over, Meng’s Mother and Meng Zehai scrambled out of the alley on their hands and knees, not even daring to look back.

Standing at the entrance of the bathhouse, Yang Xun watched their wretched, fleeing figures, a cold smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Are they… hurt?” Meng Qiaofei asked, her face a mask of complex emotions. As a daughter, she felt a complicated mix of love and hate toward Meng’s Mother.

“Seeing how fast they ran, it doesn’t look like they’re hurt,” Yang Xun scoffed. He looked at Meng Qiaofei reassuringly. “Don’t worry. They won’t dare come back.”

Meng Qiaofei felt a suffocating weight in her chest. Many people had witnessed the farce just now, and she had heard whispers calling her unfilial and ruthless. Furthermore, she was genuinely worried that if she pushed her mother and brother to their deaths, she would forever be a sinner.

“Yang Xun, you don’t need to involve yourself in this anymore. I’ll go talk to them.”

Yang Xun nodded. “Stay safe. Just say the word if you need my help.”

“Okay, hurry back to your private room,” Meng Qiaofei said with a bright smile before returning to her office.

The next day.

Inside a hotel room, the atmosphere among the three members of the Meng Family was as stifling as the muggy air before a thunderstorm. Meng’s Mother’s voice was completely hoarse, and a large bruise marred her arm. Meng Zehai hadn’t slept a wink all night; his eyes were sunken, and his lips were chapped. Wu Sinic sat on the edge of the bed holding Meng Xiaobao, her head bowed in total silence.

Amidst this heavy silence, a knock sounded at the hotel room door.

Meng Zehai stood up and walked over to open it. When he saw the person standing outside, he froze.

Meng Qiaofei stood in the doorway dressed in a plain, cream-colored coat, holding a kraft paper envelope in her hand.

“Mom, Zehai, let’s talk,” she said, her voice perfectly calm.

The air in the room stagnated for several seconds. Meng’s Mother jerked her head away and let out a cold snort, refusing to speak.

“Come in,” Meng Zehai said, stepping aside to make way.

Meng Qiaofei walked into the room and took a seat by the table. She pulled a bank card and a printed agreement out of the envelope, placing them on the table and sliding them over.

“There are twenty thousand yuan in this card. Keep it for your living expenses.

“From now on, I’ll transfer five thousand yuan to this card every month, which will be enough to cover your family’s expenses. I will also take care of Xiaobao’s school fees in the future.”