Chapter 171: with translation of chapter title

171 You...... want to take on the debt?

Instantly, He Dongyang flew into a rage, shoving aside He Shengjun who stood in front, "What do you mean!"

Tushan Jiu, "It seems the child He Qian adopted not only must match his blood type and appearance, but even being unable to understand human speech is the same—implying I want all of the He Family's property; do you understand now?"

Everyone inside the house couldn't believe their own ears.

Instead, He Zheyuan on the ground spoke up first, cursing: "Nonsense, our He Family won't acknowledge this debt; you say what you say—who are you? What evidence do you have that my father owes you? Do you know how much property our He Family has? Are you crazy?"

He Zheyuan's words had just fallen.

"Crack...... Boom——......"

Everyone was startled by this sudden bolt from the blue, jumping in fright.

Tushan Jiu spoke up: "What you say doesn't count; have He Qian come see me, and tell him that the Sword Debt person has come to collect the Sword Debt."

"What Sword Debt person, not Sword Debt person—I'm just sharpening a kitchen knife, don't make trouble; my father is unwell and even unconscious, if you really have evidence produce it, don't rely on being Xie Shiyu's fiancée to run wild in our He Family—if you really anger us, don't blame us for not giving Xie Shiyu face."

Hearing that, Xie Shiyu looked at the speaking He Dongyang with a slightly cold gaze and said: "You can try, but my Jiujiu basically has no use for me; I said today I'm just accompanying her, you need to distinguish primary from secondary."

"You!" He Dongyang moved to step forward.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside.

Steward Chen came running in, panting, "Young Master Qian has awakened; he wants to see the young masters and misses."

"What! Father woke up!"

"Hurry over; maybe he's about to announce the will—Wen Wan hasn't come!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed and they turned to head out of the main hall.

For a moment, only He Zheyuan, still unable to get up from the floor, remained in the room, along with Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu, whose expressions remained unchanged.

Suddenly, Xie Shiyu's phone rang; he gestured to Tushan Jiu, then got up and went out to answer the call.

After Xie Shiyu left the main hall, He Zheyuan's sense of hunger vanished instantly.

He stared in astonishment toward the direction Xie Shiyu had gone, then turned his head to look at Tushan Jiu.

However, Tushan Jiu didn't look at him at all, instead pulling out her phone to look at it.

He Zheyuan thought for a moment, then, as if grasping at a straw, he no longer cared about inheritance or not.

If one's life is about to end, what use is so much inheritance?

And this young woman before him—if she could see that, it definitely meant she had great ability!

He Zheyuan forced himself up and walked to stand before Tushan Jiu.

He hesitated for an instant, then with a 'plop' he knelt on both knees.

Tushan Jiu slightly lifted her gaze to look at him.

He Zheyuan apologized: "Master, sorry, I was blind to Mount Tai; please, great one, don't hold a villain's grudge, save me—I'm only twenty-five, I don't want to die, any amount of money is fine."

After saying that, to show sincerity, he also kowtowed to Tushan Jiu once.

Tushan Jiu found it funny: "I'm not any master; I'm a Sword Debt person—do you know what a Sword Debt person is?"

He Zheyuan shook his head.

Back then He Qian owed a sword at my house; now I demand repayment of all his property—you...... want to take on the debt?

One sword, the entire fortune of the He Family!

He Zheyuan widened his eyes.

Tushan Jiu no longer paid attention to his shock, lowered her head and continued playing with her phone.

He Qian should be brought over any moment.

In the main courtyard.

The room where He Qian was stood full of people.

Everyone's eye sockets were red; Wen Wan covered her face and wept bitterly, her expression desperate.

However, after He Qian glanced around and didn't see He Zheyuan, he asked, "Where is Zheyuan?"

Wen Wan's body stiffened slightly, then she changed the subject: "He's been guarding you here all day; just now he happened to go to the restroom, he should be back any moment—Young Master Qian, where do you feel uncomfortable now?"

He Qian shook his head; he suddenly felt he had some strength, and his mind was much clearer.

But he knew full well that this was actually when things were really going to go bad.

Now he truly regretted it.

He regretted not, when he first discovered his illness, going to Lotus Flower Village to find the Sword Debt people, who had clearly said that doing good deeds could accumulate yin virtue!

He Qian's eyes flashed with resentment.

He raised his hand, signaling for someone to help him sit up.

Everyone wanted to step forward.

As a result, the nearest Wen Wan slipped in, saying, "Young Master Qian, let me help you; these kids are all clumsy, they don't know how to serve, so I'll do it."

He Dongyang gritted his teeth, his fists clenched with a creaking sound.

But now is a critical moment; he must endure, lest he ruin the important affair.

Others also glared at Wen Wan, silently cursing her.

Wan Wan paid no heed to them; after helping He Qian sit up, she sat directly at the bedside, affectionately gripping his hand, tenderly stroking it, her face full of deep feeling.

The room fell silent for a moment, everyone waiting for He Qian to speak.

He Qian also knew their thoughts.

He had originally intended to announce his will last night, but a sudden coma interrupted him.

He knew that the bolt of lightning before he lost consciousness was not ordinary; it should be a warning from Heaven.

As for metaphysics, he half-understood, half-didn't.

Because he never had much aptitude for that, he only inherited half of his father's abilities.

Back then, after following him into a tomb, many people died because of him, and that's why they were issued a kill order.

He knows that he borrowed a sword from the sword-lender, and if he doesn't repay the Sword Debt, he will surely suffer backlash.

One part of him is afraid, but he now firmly believes the sword-lender's calculations are wrong; even if she comes to demand it, he won't repay this Sword Debt!

He can't take that money with him, so let's give it to his adopted sons.

He Qian closed his eyes, "Wait for Zheyuan to come back, then go fetch the lawyer; I want to announce my will."

Wen Wan hurriedly took out her phone, "I'll give Zheyuan a call; this kid went to the bathroom, why is he taking so long!"

She said while glancing at He Qian's expression.

Afraid he would be unhappy.

He Shengjun also made a call, asking the lawyer who had been arranged to stay at home to come over.

Wen Wan sat on the bedside; the phone volume wasn't loud, but He Qian was close enough that he could hear it.

The phone rang "dudu-du" several times before being answered.

Zheyuan, why did you take so long in the bathroom? Hurry back, your dad has something to say.

Mom, I'm about to lose my life, why would I still be listening? I'm begging the sword-lender to lend me a sword to save my life!

Sword-lender!

He Qian suddenly snatched Wen Wan's phone and anxiously shouted into the receiver: "Where did you see the sword-lender? Where are you?"