Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

"I don't want to listen to you! I only want to see the IOU! You must pay me back what you promised me!" Widow Zhao's voice was firm and powerful.

Seeing this, Xu Damao knew that it was useless to defend himself. He had no choice but to pretend to be pitiful and try to win the sympathy of Widow Zhao.

"Widow Zhao, I really have no money right now! Can you give me a few days?"

However, Widow Zhao was not moved by his pitiful appearance, but instead strengthened her determination.

"Grace? I've given you enough time! You must return the money to me today! Otherwise, I will go to the factory leaders!"

Xu Damao panicked when he heard that he had to find the factory leaders. He knew that if this matter got out of hand, it would have a serious impact on him. He hurriedly grabbed Widow Zhao's hand and begged in a low voice: "Widow Zhao, please, don't go to the factory leaders! Can't I find a way for you?"

At this moment, the director of the publicity department suddenly walked into the office. He saw the chaos in the office and couldn't help frowning.

"What's going on? What a noise!"

Seeing this, Xu Damao and Widow Zhao quickly let go of her hands. Widow Zhao took the opportunity to tell the director of the Propaganda Department what happened. After hearing this, the director's face became solemn.

He looked at Xu Damao, then at Widow Zhao, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Damao, as a veteran employee of the Propaganda Department, how could you do such a thing? Return the money to Widow Zhao immediately!"

Xu Damao felt bitter when he heard this. He knew that he was really screwed this time. He sighed helplessly, took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Widow Zhao.

"This is my salary card. There is a thousand yuan in it. You can take it."

Widow Zhao took the bank card with a satisfied smile on her face. She turned around and thanked the director of the Propaganda Department, then left the office. Xu Damao stood there, feeling mixed emotions. He knew that although the matter had been temporarily resolved, his reputation in the Propaganda Department had been completely ruined. He sighed and silently returned to his

on the seat.

At this time, a young man walked into the office. He saw Xu Damao's distraught look and couldn't help but feel curious. He walked up to Xu Damao and whispered, "Brother Xu, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so depressed?"

Xu Damao looked up at the young man and smiled bitterly.

"Nothing, just some troubles."

The young man heard this and did not ask any more questions. He looked at Xu Damao, then at the back of Widow Zhao who had just left the door, and could not help but feel somewhat puzzled. But he knew that now was not the time to ask these questions, so he did not say anything more.

"Xu Damao is in trouble this time. Let's see how he ends up." The workers were talking about it, while Xu Damao hid in his own hut, not daring to see anyone.

"I won't pay this money back!" Xu Damao gritted his teeth. He knew that once he paid back the money, he would no longer be able to maintain his current life. He was used to a life of luxury and was used to the support of the young widow. All of this made him unable to give up.

Just then, the factory director Yang Ming found him.

"Xu Damao, you have to give an explanation for the debt you owe." Yang Ming's tone was serious and left no room for doubt.

Xu Damao's heart tightened, he knew he really couldn't escape this time.

"I...I have no money." He stammered, trying to find an excuse.

"No money? Then what are you going to do? Divorce? Divide the property?" Yang Ming sneered. He had seen through Xu Damao's plan.

Xu Damao's face turned pale and blue when he was hit on the heart.

"I...I'll find a way." He said stiffly.

"Okay, I'll give you two choices. One is that you ask your father Xu Fugui for help, and the other is that we deduct a part of your salary every month until you pay it off." Yang Ming gave two choices, which seemed tolerant but was actually strict.

Xu Damao felt desperate after hearing this. He knew that no matter which choice he made, it would mean that he would never be as carefree as before. He glared at Yang Ming angrily, but he could do nothing.

In order to make ends meet, Xu Damao had to call his parents. When Xu Fugui heard about his son's debt problem, he was furious.

"You prodigal son! How could I give birth to a son like you!" He slapped Xu Damao in the face angrily.

Xu Damao was beaten so hard that he saw stars, but he didn't dare to fight back. He knew that he was really in trouble this time. He lowered his head and silently endured his father's scolding.

Xu Fugui's wife persuaded him, "Okay, okay, stop fighting. The most important thing now is to find a way to solve the problem."

Xu Fugui took a deep breath and calmed down. He knew that now was not the time to scold his son, but to solve the problem as soon as possible. He turned to Xu Damao and said, "Come with me."

Xu Fugui and Xu Damao found Widow Zhao.

"Widow Zhao, my son owes you money, I will pay it back for him.

"He said firmly.

Widow Zhao looked at Xu Fugui in surprise. She didn't expect that this usually taciturn old man would agree to pay off his son's debt so readily.

"This...how can this be so embarrassing?" she said at a loss.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is the money my son owes you. As a father, I have the responsibility to pay it back for him." Xu Fugui said, taking out a passbook from his pocket, "This is my savings. Take it first. If it's not enough, I'll find a way."

Widow Zhao took the passbook and was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Thank you, Brother Xu." She said with a sob.

Xu Damao stood aside, watching his father begging for help, and felt guilty. He knew that he was really wrong this time. He decided to work hard and live a good life in the future, and not let his parents worry about him anymore.

"Sister Zhao, we came here today specifically to apologize to you." There was some sincerity in Xu Fugui's voice, but more of helplessness.

Widow Zhao looked up at them, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. In the past few years, the Xu family had been indifferent to her, and now this sudden apology made her a little confused.

"Apologize? Apologize for what?" There was a hint of coldness in Widow Zhao's voice.

Xu Fugui sighed and pointed at Xu Damao beside him: "This child secretly divorced you without discussing it with you. It is our Xu family who is sorry for you."

Widow Zhao sneered, "Why are you here to apologize now? What were you doing before? You know in your heart how your Xu family treated me in the past few years."

Seeing that Widow Zhao did not accept his apology, Xu Fugui got anxious and suddenly raised his foot and kicked Xu Damao hard. Xu Damao staggered and almost fell to the ground, but he quickly understood his father's intention and immediately cooperated with his father by showing a painful expression.