Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

Liang Wanjun reluctantly handed the man the 10,000 RMB inside the handkerchief.

The middle-aged man smiled and glanced at the money before accepting it.

“I’ve already paid the rest of the money back to you, so there shouldn’t be any more problems, right…? If everything is fine, you can leave now.” Liang Wanjun started implicitly asking them to leave.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, “Madam Liang Wanjun, if you don’t have anything else, you can leave now.”

“Wh-what did you say?!” Liang Wanjun looked at him, baffled. This middle-aged man wanted her to leave?

“I’m saying you can leave after handing over this mansion’s title deed.” The middle-aged man smiled at her.

“What do you mean? This house is mine!” Liang Wanjun questioned.

“En, it used to be yours. But it doesn’t belong to you anymore. This house is interest.”

“Interest?!” Liang Wanjun was incredulous. “Didn’t I pay back all the money we owed?”

“Heh, Madam Liang Wanjun, what you paid back was the principal. The principal is the principal, and the interest is the interest. And this house? It’s the interest,” the middle-aged man replied.

“You’re treating a whole house as interest for $10,000…? Why don’t you go rob a bank?!” Liang Wanjun was trembling from fury.

“Hahaha, Madam Liang Wanjun, what funny words you speak. We’re loan sharks, and your husband knew we were loan sharks when he borrowed money from us back then… What’s a loan shark? You borrow 10,000 and use a house as interest—that’s what borrowing from a loan shark means! There’s nothing wrong with that.” The middle-aged man snorted.

“You… you’re delusional!”

Liang Wanjun turned around and pulled out her phone, intending to call the police.

“Hmph! I think you’re being ungrateful! I’m giving you face, but you don’t want it. Do you want to die?!”

The middle-aged man’s face immediately darkened when he saw Liang Wanjun about to call the police. He snatched the phone and ruthlessly crushed it.

“You wretched robbers! Bandits! Scum!”

Liang Wanjun was tied to a chair and started cursing at the middle-aged man and his gang.

“Heh. Madam Liang Wanjun, you’re mistaken. We aren’t robbers, bandits, or scum; we’re loan sharks,” the middle-aged man retorted with a light chuckle, not the slightest bit enraged.

Liang Wanjun was about to say something when the doorbell suddenly rang.

The middle-aged man was startled.

Liang Wanjun herself was bewildered. She didn’t know any of the nearby neighbors nor did she ever have any visitors. She had been alone at home this whole time.

“Eh… Strange. Sis Feng said it was this one, no? Why isn’t there anyone home?”

A faint voice drifted from outside the door.

“Old Seven, do we have the wrong place…? Seriously, why isn’t Sis Feng back yet from buying all those knick-knacks…?”

…

“Anyone home? If someone’s home, open the door!”

The speaker’s volume increased.

The middle-aged man frowned and had an underling open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Big Dipper and Seven Star quickly entered the house.

“So many people here… Hello everyone, I’m Big Dipper, and he’s Seven Star. Sis Feng told us to come in first.”

Big Dipper greeted the middle-aged man and his group with a grin.

“Sis Feng…? You are…” Liang Wanjun looked at the two newcomers with confusion.