Chapter Four: Twenty Million

Liu Meiyun and Wang Qiang stared at each other in astonishment, both their faces filled with disbelief.

Wang Qiang was livid. "You think you can just break up at will? My sister has been with you for three years, wasting the best years of her youth on you. Were you just toying with her?"

"If you want to break up, fine, but you have to compensate her for emotional damages! Three years at the very least is worth two hundred thousand, isn’t it?"

Liu Meiyun spat on the ground in anger. "I was against Xiaoying being with a pauper like you from the start. Poor is bad enough, but you’re ungrateful, too! Our Xiaoying was already dissatisfied with your poverty, and now you’re the one turning your back on her?"

"Let me tell you, Zhao Fan, Xiaoying is carrying your family’s child. If you dare wrong her, I’ll turn your Zhao household upside down!"

The two pressed in, imposing and aggressive, but Zhao Fan remained calm and unafraid, his expression indifferent.

"In the end, it’s all about the money, isn’t it?" Zhao Fan looked at them coldly. "I don’t have any money for you, and I owe Wang Ying nothing. If we’re really going to settle accounts, what about all the money your family has taken from me over the past three years? When will you pay me back?"

During his relationship with Wang Ying, Zhao Fan had spent quite a sum on her, bought gifts for her parents, and even loaned money to Wang Qiang—the sum total reaching several tens of thousands.

Liu Meiyun’s face changed, her voice shrill. "What nonsense are you spouting? My daughter gave you three years of her life for nothing—so what if you spent a little money on her?"

Zhao Fan scoffed. "Fine. I can overlook that money. But the year before last, when Wang Qiang put someone in the hospital, I was the one who paid the medical bills. Two months ago, you said you needed to renovate your old house and borrowed ten thousand from my parents. How do you account for that?"

"I haven’t asked you for repayment, yet you have the nerve to demand emotional compensation from me?"

With each word Zhao Fan uttered, the expressions on Liu Meiyun and Wang Qiang’s faces grew darker.

Liu Meiyun’s lips quivered. Pointing at Zhao Fan, she cursed, "Shut your mouth! My daughter is carrying your child—if you dare deny it, I’ll make her get an abortion!"

Zhao Fan shrugged, utterly unconcerned. "Do it if you want. Whether that child is mine, Wang Ying knows very well."

"Zhao Fan, what the hell are you saying? How dare you slander my sister!"

Wang Qiang lunged forward, intent on punching Zhao Fan, but Zhao Fan kicked him to the ground. His expression turned icy. "You useless leech, living off me, and you still dare shout at me? Listen carefully: you’ll pay back every cent you owe me. Otherwise, you won’t need loan sharks to come after you—I’ll break your legs myself!"

He then looked at Liu Meiyun, his voice chilling. "Didn’t you want to make a scene? Fine. Let’s make it public—let everyone know about Wang Ying’s little secrets, and whose child she’s carrying. Let’s see how you like that!"

At his words, a flicker of panic crossed Liu Meiyun’s face.

Zhao Fan sneered inwardly. So the child wasn’t his, and Liu Meiyun knew it too. The whole family was playing him for a fool.

With Zhao Fan’s unyielding stance, Liu Meiyun realized things were turning against them. She helped Wang Qiang up and blustered, "Zhao Fan, just you wait! My daughter will be just fine without you!" Then she made a hasty retreat.

Zhao Fan raised an eyebrow—who was afraid of whom? If Wang Ying dared threaten him with the child, he’d see to it her reputation was ruined.

After they left, Zhao Fan didn’t dwell on the matter. For the past few days, he’d been camping out at the internet café, waiting for news of Bitcoin’s price surge.

He was nervous. Though he’d been reborn, what if things didn’t unfold as they had in his previous life? What if Bitcoin didn’t skyrocket? Then his one hundred thousand yuan would be lost for nothing.

After a day and night of waiting at the internet café, Zhao Fan finally received the good news: Bitcoin had soared a hundredfold, reaching an unbelievable one to one hundred thousand US dollars!

Without hesitation, Zhao Fan sold all his Bitcoin. Instantly, his account was filled with a long string of numbers.

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand…"

Zhao Fan counted until his eyes turned red—twenty million yuan, in total!