Chapter 187: with translation of chapter title

Bai Yu walked in with his hands in his pockets, swaggering: "You're not the famous big shot who talks back in the entertainment industry, are you? How come you're scared silly now?"

Behind her, Tushan Jiu looked speechless; this person barged in privately and acted so arrogantly, who knows who gave him the courage.

Little did she know, if Bai Yu knew what she was thinking, he would surely say, "You gave it to me!"

When Tushan Jiu appeared here, three people inside showed surprised expressions: Jiang Shu, Shen Zui, and Jiang Zhengguo.

Jiang Shu noticed Jiang Zhengguo's expression in her peripheral vision.

Her heart grew even colder.

"Who are you?" Huo Lin's face was grim; where are the bodyguards outside?

Bai Yu stood beside the dumbfounded Jiang Han, turned to look at Huo Lin, and answered his question:

"I'm Bai Yu, heir of the Bai family in Yicheng, Jiang Han's friend; I came over to see if Sister Jiang Shu needs any help. Oh, that person is the Sword Debt collector, here to collect a debt from Sister Jiang Shu, and has nothing to do with you."

Tushan Jiu: "......"

Jiang Han, having reacted, quickly jabbed Bai Yu with her elbow and whispered: "What's going on? How are you here, and what debt is that pretty girl asking my sister for?"

Bai Yu, hands behind his back, calmly leaned slightly toward Jiang Han and said mysteriously: "You'll find out soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Huo family's family doctor said, "Young Master Huo has suffered a head injury; the situation looks bad and he needs to be sent to the hospital for treatment."

Huo Lin's body trembled imperceptibly.

To be frank, this family doctor was prepared for Jiang Shu.

Because the household steward only said that Huo Chusen and Jiang Shu had argued, claiming to have heard Jiang Shu say she wanted a divorce, and told him to hurry back to persuade them.

He knows his own son's character all too well—it's just like his—so he had the family doctor come over quickly, fearing that if Jiang Shu ever had any trouble, rescue could be timely.

But when he just entered and saw his own son lying on the ground, life or death unknown, he really didn't react at first.

Huo Lin closed his eyes, then opened them, with violent sparks flickering incessantly at the bottom of his gaze.

He roared, "What are you still standing there for! Hurry up and send the young master to the hospital!"

"No need, I've already called an ambulance; it should be here soon. Misfortune lasts a thousand years—he won't die just yet." Jiang Shu said.

Huo Lin was now thoroughly enraged: "Jiang Shu, do you think the bit of evidence in your hand that my son hit you twice can control me? That's like a newborn calf not fearing a tiger. Do you really think I'd believe a woman under a hundred jin could beat my son, who's 1.8 meters tall? It's probably..."

He hadn't finished speaking when Tushan Jiu cut him off.

"Tsk, this isn't over yet, Jiang Shu. I've come to collect a debt—first repay my Sword Debt, then we'll talk. My grandfather left a prophecy: when your marriage ends because of domestic violence, I'll come to collect the Sword Debt's payment. Now that it's come true, I want half of the marital property you'd split after divorce. No objections?"

Jiang Shu froze, thinking she hadn't even taken out her trump card yet.

Indeed, her confidence to escape couldn't possibly rely only on that bit of domestic violence evidence, since to Huo Lin it's hardly a threat; in fact, the real half of her trump card she hasn't revealed yet.

Right now Huo Lin hasn't agreed to their divorce, so she can't possibly repay the marital property she'd receive after divorce at this moment.

Jiang Shu opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But Tushan Jiu had already nodded solemnly: "Oh, I get it—you're trying to say you're not divorced yet, right?"

Without waiting for Jiang Shu's reply, she turned, glanced at Huo Lin, tilted her head slightly, and asked: "I want to collect Jiang Shu's debt—do you have any objections? Your son currently lacks capacity for independent action; you're his guardian, so making decisions on his behalf follows normal procedure."

Being looked at by Tushan Jiu made Huo Lin feel as if he'd been stripped naked and exposed to the public.

But as someone who's navigated the business world for years, how could he show weakness in front of a girl?

He furrowed his brows: "This marriage can't be dissolved for now; everything must wait until my son wakes up. If he doesn't wake for a year, you can forget about divorcing for a year! Today my words are set: if my son suffers any mishap, the Jiang family can just wait for bankruptcy."

Tushan Jiu said indifferently: "Fine, if you dare to block my debt collection, don't blame me for exposing your intentional domestic violence that led to death."

As soon as she said that, everyone in the room turned to look at Huo Lin, sucking in a breath of cold air.

Huo Lin himself froze in place, eyes wide, wearing an expression of utter disbelief.

Domestic violence, as the name suggests, is violent behavior among family members.

And Huo Lin's wife, who died of illness two years ago...

Jiang Shu also stared in shock at Tushan Jiu; the trump card in her hand was exactly that, but she merely suspected it without solid evidence, merely thinking that if she negotiated with Huo Lin, at least he'd have some reservations.

She never expected Tushan Jiu to say it outright.

The two family doctors standing on the other side glanced this way and that, thinking, "Can we even hear this?"

Forget it; better to put on their stethoscopes and listen to the heartbeat of Huo Chusen lying on the ground.

Just then the ambulance arrived; the two of them, one in front and one behind, lifted Huo Chusen and headed out, saying as they walked: "Mr. Huo, you go ahead and attend to your affairs; we'll take the young master to the hospital and inform you of any changes."

Having said that, they vanished quickly from the room.

Tushan Jiu turned to Jiang Shu and said: "Do you have the divorce agreement? Go revise it—marital property split fifty-fifty, have your ex-husband's guardian sign on his behalf, get a lawyer to process it; once it's done, deposit the money into my account, and this debt will be settled."

Bai Yu whistled: "Wow, Sister Jiu is really tough."

This series of maneuvers left everyone dazed, nobody knowing what would happen next.

At this moment, Huo Lin stared at Tushan Jiu, struggling to stay calm: "You're talking nonsense; what domestic violence? Do you have any evidence? My beloved has a hospital death certificate—she died of a sudden heart attack!"

Tushan Jiu was amused by his shamelessness, but she's always one of few words despite her ruthlessness, and she shot back: "Then I'll just bring your wife here as a witness—let a ghost testify in court, want to try?"

Having said that, she pulled a stick of incense from her pocket, made a hand seal with one hand, and lit the soul-summoning incense.

"Heaven and earth open, yin and yang connect; the soul-summoning command breaks the void—may the soul of Xiao Mei come swiftly!"

Whatever the soul-summoning incense summons, everyone can see it.

What need is there for evidence? The person herself standing before us is ironclad proof!