The sound of rain often makes people irritable, and Xiao Yan was no exception. He had planned to focus on matters related to the [Marvel Chat Group], but the rain had complicated things. His mother was worried, and Jiajia was insisting on tagging along, leaving Xiao Yan with no choice but to compromise.
Yet, a lingering unease weighed heavily on his heart, refusing to settle.
The unexpected phone call from a female classmate caught him off guard. If he remembered correctly, she was a high school classmate. There had been a hint of something between them back then, but fate had other plans. In the end, they remained just classmates, maintaining occasional contact.
Initially, Nalan Yanran hadn’t been concerned about Xiao Yan’s relationship with this classmate. After all, Nalan Yanran was more attractive and had a better figure. Moreover, the classmate was already married.
"I haven’t heard from you in a while. What, are you missing me?" Her voice was loud, and though she might have looked like a lady, her tone lacked any trace of gentleness.
"How could I go missing? Haven’t you heard about me?" Xiao Yan found it hard to believe.
"Of course, I’ve heard, but I was busy at the time and didn’t get a chance to see you." The classmate, Guo Feifei, was a year younger than Li Tian but had a bolder personality than most men. She was indeed capable. After graduating from high school, she skipped college and headed south to work. Later, she made a fortune in the wholesale clothing business.
In terms of business acumen, she far surpassed Li Tian.
"Oh, so you lost some money? Big deal. That’s just how business works—sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. You’re a grown man. I heard you were so down that you went to work at a construction site. Xiao Yan, I’m disappointed in you."
"..."
Xiao Yan was speechless. He had lost everything, gone bankrupt, and was drowning in debt. How could she make it sound so trivial?
"I’m not as carefree as you," Xiao Yan replied helplessly.
"How much do you still owe?"
Xiao Yan hesitated, but Guo Feifei pressed him until he finally answered.
"Including the bank, it’s over 2 million."
"Good heavens!" Guo Feifei exclaimed over the phone. "Weren’t you running a small business? How did you end up with so much debt?"
Xiao Yan sighed. "That was two or three years ago. I got greedy... Well, it’s a long story."
Business, in a way, is like gambling. You turn 1 yuan into 2, then 2 into 4. But when you reach 50, you start dreaming of 500. And when you lose, you lose everything. His last venture, the milk tea shop, had been the final nail in the coffin, plunging him into despair.
He couldn’t even hold onto his once-happy marriage.
...
"I have over a million on hand. I can lend it to you for now," Guo Feifei suddenly offered, stirring both gratitude and complex emotions in Xiao Yan.
But there was a reason he hadn’t asked her for help before. Taking her money to pay off his debts didn’t sit right with him. He had met Guo Feifei’s husband a few times and hadn’t been impressed.
"I appreciate your kindness, but even with your money, I’d still owe a significant amount." And he’d owe her a huge favor.
"Why are you drawing lines between us?" Guo Feifei said abruptly. "I can’t explain everything over the phone. I’ll pick you up tomorrow for the class reunion, and we’ll talk then."
"Class reunion?" Xiao Yan was taken aback.
"Didn’t you know? It’s all over our high school group chat! It’s tomorrow at the West Wing Hotel in the city."
Guo Feifei’s words surprised him. He hadn’t been keeping up with the group chat and had no idea about the reunion.
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