Chapter 102: then translation of chapter title

Thus, this 200,000 debt fell on Fang Qingyi and her grandmother.

Her grandmother was almost sixty years old and had to go to the vegetable market every day to sell vegetables.

At that time, Fang Qingyi was underage, and most shops dared not hire her; moreover, she was about to take the college entrance exam, so her grandmother strictly forbade her from taking part‑time work, ordering her to focus on preparing for the exam.

But heaven seemed to think she hadn't suffered enough; on the eve of the college entrance exam, the debt collectors, having failed to collect the remaining 200,000 debt, came again to demand payment.

Then, seeing that Fang Qingyi had grown up, they conceived another idea, threatening her that if she didn't repay the money quickly, they would send her to a nightclub to work off the debt.

At that time, Fang Qingyi was still under eighteen, and she didn't understand the law well; neither did her grandmother.

Thus, frightened by them, she naturally lost her composure, her mindset was disturbed, and then she failed the college entrance exam.

If she wanted to repeat a year, it would also cost a lot of money, and by then her grandmother was already exhausted to the point of barely being able to straighten her back.

As soon as she came of age, she rushed out to work, taking three jobs a day, keeping herself constantly busy.

Worse still, after the college entrance exam ended, her grandmother collapsed completely, diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer.

The high medical expenses added greatly to the burden on the shoulders of Fang Qingyi, who had just come of age.

During this period, Xie Jingting asked her many times whether something had happened at home.

But anyone, when facing the person they like, wants to retain some dignity.

So she didn't want him to get involved in this mess; she was a bottomless pit, and it wasn't worth his wading into darkness to pull her out.

Thus she said she didn't like him, told him not to keep bothering her, claimed she disliked him, and uttered other hurtful words to push him away, so he would stay far from this 'disaster star' of hers.

Exactly, she had heard that word many times.

Whether it was during the time her father had just fallen into debt, or later when her mother, exhausted, would complain, she had heard that word from their mouths; it was always used to scold her.

So she stubbornly and resolutely faced the difficulties alone.

However, she was not without brains.

After entering university, she came into contact with more information and specifically studied the relevant laws and regulations.

In fact, gambling debts are not protected by law, because gambling itself is illegal.

Therefore, she could actually sue them.

But now she cannot.

First, those people are not good people; to achieve their goals they can be described as ruthless and merciless.

They have sought her out more than once, threatening her.

Just having been encountered by Xie Jingting has happened several times already.

She had reported it to the police, but after a few days another wave of debt collectors would appear.

Her grandmother is still bedridden with illness; she cannot easily gamble with these desperadoes, and she truly has only her grandmother left as a relative.

As for the people on her maternal grandparents' side, they are all black‑hearted, ruthless individuals who cannot be relied upon.

So she chose to repay the debt honestly.

Now that Fang Qingyi is old enough, she has already taken out a loan from a legitimate platform; once the platform approves and disburses it, she will have enough to cover the final 200,000, allowing the debt to be fully repaid.

Repaying the loan gradually is not a problem as long as she works hard.

She thought, she was finally about to climb out of the swamp.

But.

This was only what she thought.

Tushan Jiu withdrew her thoughts and calculated with her fingers.

What a coincidence—given the favorable timing, location, and people, that gang of troublemakers from Fang Qingyi's hometown really is about to arrive here.

How innocent her younger siblings are; for so many years their frail shoulders have borne so much.

Coincidentally, there is still a party involved in this house.

Let him, a ghost, confront that group face‑to‑face.

Tushan Jiu changed her clothes, walked over to Fang Qingyi, and patted her shoulder, saying, 'It's fine; from now on, sister‑in‑law... I've got you covered.'

Fang Qingyi truly envied Xie Jingting from the bottom of her heart.

Having such a good sister‑in‑law makes him truly happy.

"Thank you, Miss Tushan, but I've already let it go; fortunately, the law school I chose is also well known, so I applied for the law major and will become a lawyer in the future."

Tushan Jiu pursed her lips and smiled, extending a thumb: "Excellent major; lawyers uphold justice and protect the people's rights, so I'll now wish Attorney Fang a future as bright as brocade and as splendid as blooming flowers, with smooth sailing year after year."

Fang Qingyi's eyes felt a little sore; she also wished for such a relative.

Tushan Jiu glanced at the bedroom door out of the corner of her eye.

Outside the door.

Fang Yonghua heard Fang Qingyi and someone speaking, then came out of the room.

But he did not casually enter Fang Qingyi's bedroom; he merely hovered back and forth at the doorway.

Since he crawled out of that crack the night before last, he only then realized he had returned to the mortal realm.

Thus he immediately went to the house he had originally bought in Nan Cheng, wanting to see how his home was now.

As a result, upon going there he discovered that the people living in that house were definitely not his wife and daughter.

Later he thought about it and realized that, having owed nearly six million in gambling debts, even selling off all the family's property could not make up the shortfall.

Deep guilt enveloped him.

In fact, the instant he jumped off the building, he regretted it.

On the seventh day after his death, he returned home once, seeing the chaotic state of the house, his wife and daughter, blocked at the door by debt collectors who splashed paint and were frightened into crying, and his elderly mother holding a mop pole to protect them; he dared not look further and turned away, following the yin officials without looking back.

These past few years down there, he has continually suffered the daily torment of repeatedly having his hands chopped off.

He also deeply knows his mistake: he was too foolish, too greedy, too cowardly.

So he wants to find his family to see how they are doing now.

Then, using his strong guilt complex, he found his daughter and also saw their current situation.

However, he had always been puzzled as to why his wife was missing from home.

But now, when he speaks, his daughter and his mother cannot hear him, and naturally no one can answer this question for him.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, the anti-theft door outside was loudly knocked on.

"Open the door, Fang Qingyi."

Fang Yonghua instinctively dodged backward a bit.

But he immediately furrowed his brow.

How come this voice sounds a bit familiar?