Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 942 - 943 Toxic Fatherly Love 75

Li Cuifen saw Wu Hao stopping Zhang Yu from the car window. "Looking for you about something?"

"Wu Jian owes a huge amount of money, seems like some kind of high-interest loan or something." Wu Hao spoke hurriedly, emphasizing that Wu Jian owed a pile of money, and on top of that, there was interest.

Owing money? Li Cuifen was confused. "He’s just a high school student, what kind of money could he owe?"

A high school student’s expenses shouldn’t amount to much, even if they owed money, it shouldn’t be a large sum.

Zhang Yu casually reported a rough figure. "Not including interest yet?"

The loan amount, in the eyes of everyone, wasn’t particularly concerning. The sum was admittedly large, but not an exorbitant figure.

But if you factor in the interest, especially high interest, "Wouldn’t it exceed the principal?"

Everyone was somewhat aware of the intimidating power of high-interest loans, and Li Cuifen shook her head repeatedly. "A nephew takes after his uncle—Feng Min’s brother is just as unreliable."

"In his youth, people often showed up at the door demanding money."

"Now it’s been passed on to Wu Jian." Li Cuifen sighed briefly; as for sympathizing with Wu Hao? That was simply out of the question.

Zhang Yu knew Feng Min’s brother was an unaccomplished bum—a lifetime spent leeching off his parents and sisters without putting in any effort himself.

To think, even in his youth, the man was utterly useless.

"No matter why he owes this money, you absolutely can’t take on this responsibility," Li Cuifen grabbed Zhang Yu’s arm, advising her over and over.

Zhang Yu responded briefly, "Don’t worry, I know. I’m definitely not getting involved. Wu Hao and his wife, Wu Jian’s parents, wouldn’t dream of covering the costs themselves."

"As his half-sister, I’m even less likely to step in." Zhang Yu fully understood the mindset of Wu Hao and his family.

"If I take on this matter, Wu Jian will surely continue borrowing recklessly without hesitation."

"Enough about it. We’re about to start a new journey—let’s keep things happy." Zhang Yu didn’t want to dwell on those unpleasant days.

Wu Hao watched helplessly as the convoy drove off, their departure overwhelmingly grand.

Although he couldn’t identify every car’s price, judging from the brand insignias alone, he knew they wouldn’t be cheap.

"Honestly, they clearly have money—why not bail Xiao Jian out?" Wu Hao thought of Wu Jian’s debt and felt utterly exasperated.

Paying it off would mean losing his house and having nowhere to live.

Not paying it off would destroy the kid’s future. What on earth to do?

Wu Hao let out a long, helpless sigh and, after some thought, said, "Fine, I’ll contribute part of the money."

"Doing my duty as a father." Buying a house was entirely out of the question—he was at his age already, and with City S’s housing prices over the past two years continuously climbing, it was just impossible.

Wu Hao didn’t dare even imagine when he could afford to buy a house again after selling his current one.

Counting on Wu Jian to make money one day and buy him a house? Wu Hao knew that was a pipe dream. When the kid starts earning, he wouldn’t even think about filial piety.

Now that he’s in debt, suddenly he remembers his old father is here to shoulder the burden. The more Wu Hao thought about it, the angrier he became. Walking back home, he muttered, "This kid has the ability to rack up debt—let him pay it off slowly."

Wu Jian, knowing Wu Hao had gone to see Zhang Yu, felt a tiny bit relieved. He hadn’t expected the interest to be so outrageous; initially, he thought he was just borrowing a little.

He hadn’t anticipated how quickly the interest would snowball. When Wu Jian later learned the sum he owed, principal plus interest, he was utterly shocked.

With his personal capabilities, there’s no way he could pay it off. Feeling helpless, he could only hope someone would help him out; naturally, he thought of Zhang Yu.

Wu Min initially assumed that after Wu Jian moved out, the chances of him coming back were slim. Even if he did return, surely it’d be triumphant and in style.

Never did she expect that he’d come back under such embarrassing circumstances—it was truly shocking. She was immensely grateful that the college entrance exams had already ended.

Otherwise, dealing with his mess would’ve made her uncertain of whether she could properly focus on reviewing her coursework.

Wu Min had planned to rest at home for a while after the exams. High school had been incredibly grueling, and catching up to her classmates had required even more effort on her part.

Now, with Wu Jian’s fiasco, the family would inevitably have to give him some money, meaning her own savings would dwindle further.

Determined, Wu Min decided Haisi or going out to work was her next step. She glared viciously at Wu Jian—when life was going smoothly for him, he never thought about his aging father or his little sister.

Now, smothered in debt, he suddenly turns to the family for help. How could his skin be so thick?

Wu Jian, lost in thought, was well aware of Wu Min’s disdainful glances. He knew she held a strong grudge against him.

But so what? He was still Wu Hao’s son—regardless of how much they resented him, knowing he was in trouble ensured they’d come forward.

Wu Hao returned home exhausted. Seeing him, Wu Jian approached eagerly, "Dad, um..."

"She’s not willing. She’s off traveling."

"Xiao Jian, you’re already an adult. Plus, you moved out before, and you said you’d take care of yourself."

"But you’ve failed at that too—when troubles arise, you rely on the family to solve them."

Wu Hao took a deep breath, "I just called your mom. I’ll pitch in ten thousand, and your mom will add fifty thousand."

"The rest, you figure out yourself." If it weren’t for the fear that he’d blow things up and cause trouble at their workplaces, neither Wu Hao nor Feng Na would’ve wanted to contribute.

But now they had no choice—this money had to be paid.

Ten thousand? Wu Min knew Wu Hao had some money but expected it to be limited. She hadn’t imagined he’d dish out ten thousand easily.

It seemed Wu Hao had some savings, but she quickly exhaled, realizing even if he did, he’d never share with her. She was better off earning her own.

Fifteen thousand? Wu Jian felt deeply frustrated. "Dad, you know how much I owe—fifteen thousand won’t cover it."

Failing to pay it off promptly would only allow the interest to compound further. Wu Jian grew increasingly aggravated.

"We’ve raised you to adulthood—that’s already enough. You’re no longer studying, you’re working—it’s time you acted like an adult. Should we still be supporting you constantly?"

"This is the last time we help you," Wu Hao said coldly.

"When you earn money later on, make sure you save up. Your mom and I aren’t capable people; our family resources are thin. You know about the things that have happened at home."

"We can’t do much more for you," Wu Hao explained. It was cruel, but unavoidable—if they weren’t harsh, they’d be dragged down into disaster themselves.

"When you get married, we’ll consider helping a bit more depending on the situation. Most of it, however, you’ll need to cover yourself."

After finishing his speech, Wu Hao gulped down water. How Wu Jian felt about this? He didn’t care.

Wu Min, originally furious with Wu Jian for being overly selfish, listened to Wu Hao’s blunt words and realized that parents could be even more ruthless.

Wu Jian silently stared at Wu Hao for a long time. "Fine." He wanted to shout that he didn’t want the measly sum.

But he didn’t dare, not now—he lacked the confidence to utter such words.

With the money in hand, Wu Jian silently vowed to himself: once he made money, he’d never care about Wu Hao and the others again—even if they knelt before him, he still wouldn’t lift a finger for them.