Ultimate Rich Son-in-law

The top of the roof of Jingsheng Antique Merchant Shop    

Two small helicopters had already started up, their huge blades whistling through the air, bringing up strong gusts of wind.    

Beside the helicopter, Wai Canghai and four of his men were standing on guard. Each of their faces was extremely cold and filled with killing intent, as if five swords were about to be unsheathed.    

Lin Qianxue didn't say why Ning Lo used the helicopter.    

Wai Canghai thought about how he had already dissatisfied with Little Young Master after failing a few times. Therefore, he directly summoned two helicopters this time and brought four trusted aides with him to wait for Little Young Master's orders.    

"Young Master Ning, Miss Lin, you came. The helicopter is ready. "If there's anything you need, just tell me. I don't have anything else, so I can accompany you guys for a walk."    

In front of Lin Qianxue, Wai Canghai did not dare to act too respectfully, but he still spoke politely.    

"Uncle Wai, it's been hard on you. It was because Qianxue's friend's mother was in critical condition, so she might need a helicopter to transfer to Jiang City. First, help me contact the best hospital in the area of Jiang City, the heart and lungs.    

With that, Ning Lo and Lin Qianxue got into the helicopter.    

A few seconds later, the helicopter took off and headed in the direction of Lucheng.    

… ….    

Lucheng    

In an unknown cove    

Big Nest Village was located in this col.    

Although it was called a village, in reality, there were only a few dozen households scattered on both sides of a river ditch in the middle.    

On the east side of the river ditch, there was a low, adobe building that was completely surrounded by people.    

This was none other than Yem Ruyu's hometown.    

In the courtyard outside the door, many people were members of the Yan Clan. They had gathered here from both sides of the river, waiting for the people inside to take their last breaths.    

There were also a few who had borrowed money from the Yan Clan over the years.    

These people were afraid that people would die and their debts would be gone, so they specially rushed over to see if they could get back the money that the Yan Clan owed them.    

Indoor    

Yem Ruyu and her brother, Yan Xiaohu, were leaning against a broken bed. Their eyes were red and teary.    

On the bed was a dying middle-aged woman with a crude oxygen inhaler. Her chest heaved up and down weakly, as if she was on the verge of death.    

Yem Ruyu tightly held onto Ning Lo's arm and snuggled in front of her cheek, "Mom, you have to hold on. Hold on a little longer, Ning Lo will be here soon. If he comes, you can be saved. He promised his daughter he would cure you. "    

"Mom, you have to hold on. Your daughter can't live without you …"    

The middle-aged woman seemed to understand Yem Ruyu's words. She struggled to open her eyes and slowly turned her head to look at her. She wanted to reach out and caress her daughter, but even with all her strength, she was unable to move.    

She wanted to say something, but her lips moved, making no sound.    

Only his heavy breathing and the tears in the corners of his eyes seemed to be telling him something.    

"Mom, don't say anything. Your daughter already knows. Rest assured, your daughter will definitely find a good wife to marry to. Don't worry. My daughter is still waiting for you to see the day I get married. "Don't say anything, just hang in there for a while. Ning Lo will be here soon."    

Yem Ruyu was well aware of her mother's worry. Tears flickered in her eyes as she tried her best not to cry and tried to console her.    

On the side, Yan Xiaohu seemed to have sensed something and started to cry.    

In the end, she only dared to cry twice before being viciously slapped in the face by Yem Ruyu.    

"What are you crying for? Mom's still here, don't cry."    

"Elder sister, mom is already like this, can she really be cured?"    

After being slapped by Yem Ruyu, Yan Xiaohu stopped crying. He wiped his tears and asked weakly.    

Since the discovery of pneumoconiosis two years ago until now, almost every day Yan Xiaohu heard the news of death.    

On the way to school, in school, on the way out.    

The children in the gully often joked with him about their mother's life and death.    

Yan Xiaohu was already numb to his mother's death.    

"If I say I can, then I can! "Mom is still alive, so you're not allowed to cry. If I see you cry again, I'll break your legs."    

Yem Ruyu glared viciously at the ground beneath her feet.    

"Sis, I'm not crying …"    

"If you don't cry, then you're a good child."    

"Xiaohu, this is one of our Yan family's issues. As long as we get past this, we will have a good life. When the time comes, Big Sis will take you and Mom to the big city and have a good life as a city dweller, and never come back to this inhumane place ever again.    

Yem Ruyu's expression eased up a little as she caressed her brother's head. However, when she looked outside the door, her eyes suddenly turned ice-cold.    

It was as if those clan members outside the door were enemies with those who sought revenge.    

"I don't want to live in a city, I just want mom and sister to be good …"    

"Don't worry, mom and sister will be fine …"    

… ….    

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door.    

Then, a few voices could be heard.    

"Village Chief, why have you come?"    

"I'm here to discuss my son's marriage. Is Ruyu in there?"    

"Yes, Ruyu is inside. However, Village Chief, Ruyu's mother is on the verge of dying. So, isn't it a bit inappropriate to say such things now? "    

"I know it's not appropriate. However, with Ruyu's mother dead, that little girl will have nothing to worry about in our village. If she runs away with Yan Xiaohu, where can I find a daughter-in-law like that? "    

"You fool, come with me to meet your wife."    

With a cold snort, the village chief shouted at his son, who was standing by the side with a little confusion, before heading inside the house.    

Just as he reached the door, he stopped.    

"Haha, Ruyu, I'm here. Big Idiot and I came over to talk about getting married with you. Your dead dad lost five thousand dollars in gambling fifteen years ago. "Promise me a year, and if I don't pay you back in one year, I'll promise to give you to my family's big idiot. Do you know about this?"    

"I know!"    

"It's good that you know. Then, when are you going to marry our family's big idiot?"    

"I know, but that doesn't mean I agree to marry your family's big idiot."    

"Ruyu, what do you mean by this? Do you want to go back on your word?"    

The Village Head's expression changed as he questioned.    

"It was my dad who agreed, I never agreed."    

A trace of coldness was contained deep within Yem Ruyu's eyes.    

Her father loved gambling as if it were his life. Ever since she was young, she knew that her father was a gambler and would often stay outside to gamble for days and nights without returning.    

As soon as he got home, he would rummage through all the boxes for money, and then he would go out to gamble.    

At the end of the bet, he was almost bankrupt.    

Yem Ruyu remembered that when she was young, other than her father gambling and losing everything else, there were only tables and beds in the house, as well as some things to cook and heat up the fire.    

In the end, he was prepared to mortgage both his mother and himself to the creditor.    

When he was twelve years old, his father had a huge debt to gamble with, and there was a conflict between him and someone else. In the end, someone had caused him to bleed from his brain, so he died after lying in bed for only a few days.    

If someone else died, her father would cry in grief, but Yem Ruyu laughed loudly in front of her father's corpse for a long time before she finally burst into tears.    

His father's death was a relief to his mother, to him, and to his little brother, who was still in his infancy.    

However, who would have thought that after so many years, the debts owed by the dead would be reclaimed by the living.