Chapter 170: with translation of chapter title: 170

170 "I'm going to take away even the plate."

Everyone in the courtyard couldn't help but frown.

To collect a debt?

What debt?

There were already enough people fighting over the inheritance, and now someone actually came to collect a debt.

Besides, how could his father possibly owe someone else's debt!

Zheyuan's fist stopped, "You said it's a man and a woman, coming to demand debt from my father?"

Chen the steward nodded, "Hmm, yes, young master, that man and woman look young, unfamiliar, but they have quite a presence."

Zheyuan's mind flashed with a girl's face, and also that man from yesterday—he felt very familiar, but for some reason he couldn't recall where he'd seen them.

Chen the steward asked, "Young masters, ladies, madams, shall I now go invite them in?"

He Dongyang clicked his tongue impatiently, let go of Wen Wan, and flung the person aside.

"Damn!" Zheyuan, quick-eyed and quick-handed, went to steady the person, but because he had little strength, he too was pulled down to the ground.

He Dongyang has an aggressive temperament; for years he's been mixing in the underworld, believing that whoever displeases him will directly get a taste of his medicine.

Right now he's feeling irritable, hearing that someone actually dared to come demand a debt at this time, he's also worried he has nowhere to vent his frustration!

So he told Chen the steward, "Bring the person in; I want to see who's so lacking in tact!"

Chen the steward replied, "Alright, I'll go now."

This is the main courtyard; naturally, outsiders cannot be led in here.

So He Dongyang lowered his head to glance at Zheyuan and his mother, gave a cold snort, then disdainfully turned and left.

After he left, the others also followed one after another toward the main hall.

The old master is still unconscious; standing here no one can see anything, so we might as well go see who's come to tamper with their cake!

Wen Wan on the ground rubbed her sore scalp where she'd been grabbed, a flash of unwillingness in her eyes, she pushed Zheyuan, "I'm fine, you hurry and go see too; I'll keep an eye on your father here."

Zheyuan had just tried to get up, but Wen Wan pushed him again, causing him to stagger.

Wen Wan frowned, dissatisfied, looking at Zheyuan's gaunt, deformed face.

At this moment, Tushan Jiu, who had been invited into the main hall, was discussing with Xie Shiyu their plan to go to Yun Da later.

From the moment she stood at the He family's gate, she knew why Zheyuan had been tainted with the aura of a starving ghost.

He Qian had collected a batch of jade plugs; these items all came from a single person's body.

That person, while alive, had been forced to ingest something, causing them to burst from overfullness; then, when buried, their nine orifices were sealed, so the soul could not be reincarnated.

The jade plugs were taken out, and the person came along as well.

With no one else around, only the filial Zheyuan often wandered the estate, so the starving ghost naturally sought him out.

Moreover, everything He Qian collected had to pass his inspection, so the estate's yin energy grew heavier; the He family, already exhausted of yin virtue, could not hold up.

Originally he kept doing good deeds, which could only sustain his life; now he has also come into contact with those things below, and he has fostered many adopted sons and daughters, who, bearing his surname, represent karmic consequence.

If what they do outside is bad, then He Qian naturally also has to pay a share of yin virtue.

Footsteps interrupted their conversation.

Tushan Jiu turned her head toward the people entering the main hall one after another.

A large group of people arrived at the main hall.

Fortunately the main hall is spacious; otherwise, these dozen-plus people would indeed feel cramped.

Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu did not move.

He Dongyang and the others did not know who Tushan Jiu was, but they all knew Xie Shiyu.

Because anyone in the business world knows the Xie clan's enterprise.

Especially now that the higher-ups have partnered all those major projects with the Xie clan, Xie Shiyu is even more a legendary figure in the business world.

Although everyone in the room is older than him, in terms of presence, he simply sits there without saying a word, and they seem much shorter by comparison.

However, a few people were momentarily at a loss.

First, the Xie family doesn't even engage in this line of business; second, the He family and the Xie family are not on the same level—how could his father possibly owe the Xie family a debt?

The later-arriving Zheyuan hurried into the main hall, and instantly felt a surge of hunger.

Upon seeing who was seated in the main hall—indeed the person he had searched all over Yun Shi for yesterday and failed to find—he immediately stepped forward two paces and questioned Tushan Jiu: "What did you mean by what you said yesterday?"

Tushan Jiu lifted her eyes to him, "I already told you the literal meaning; if you don't understand, that's your problem—why should I waste words with you?"

Zheyuan was truly driven mad by this feeling.

He reached out to grab Tushan Jiu's hand, but the eldest, He Shengjun, twitched his eyelids, hurried forward and kicked Zheyuan flying, shouting, "Zheyuan!"

He Shengjun shouted a reprimand, then immediately turned and apologized to Xie Shiyu: "President Xie, truly sorry, my brother is clueless; please forgive him."

Xie Shiyu gave a light smile, glanced at the struggling Zheyuan on the ground, then said to He Shengjun: "You shouldn't apologize to me, and you've got the wrong target—He Qian owes not my debt, but my fiancée's debt; I came today accompanying her."

He Shengjun and the others paused, then all looked toward Tushan Jiu, who had remained calm from start to finish.

Is she Xie Shiyu's fiancée?

Tushan Jiu ignored their surprise, speaking without emotion: "Correct, He Qian owes our family; the prophecy has come true—I've come today to collect the debt."

He Shengjun frowned slightly, he could clearly feel an invisible pressure; this young woman's aura is no less than Xie Shiyu's—could she be a miss from some great family?

After all, she said it's their family's debt.

But they truly had never heard that He Qian owed any family's debt.

He Shengjun automatically ignored that line about the prophecy coming true, because he simply didn't understand what it meant.

Although there were many doubts, today Xie Shiyu is here, and to maintain good relations they naturally don't want to offend anyone.

Even He Dongyang, who usually settles things with his fists, did not rashly step forward.

Old Six He Miao beside them, hooking his red lips with a full smile, drew closer and said, "Then may I ask, Miss, what account does my father owe your family? Any IOU? Or a contract or something?"

Tushan Jiu shook her head, "No."

He Miao gave a light chuckle, glanced at Xie Shiyu, "Little sister, you don't know, my father's health isn't good, he still hasn't woken up yet, and you have no evidence, we don't know how to repay this debt."

He Mi on the other side also echoed, "Right, we don't know how much my father owes you, and we can't just believe whatever amount you say."

Several others also nodded, showing their agreement.

Although Xie Shiyu is here, but "cutting off someone's wealth is like killing their parents," even if Xie Shiyu were a dragon, coming onto their turf, being friendly is fine, but if he wants to suppress them, they naturally would not agree.

On this point, they were surprisingly united.

Tushan Jiu spoke frankly, "I'm not here to take a share of your cake..."

Everyone looked at her.

She smiled politely:

"I want to take away the whole tray."