Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 1830: Chapter 1829: You Won’t Understand That Despair

”Sis, do you think Dad’s okay? How much money does he really have in his pocket? All the money we’ve made in these past two years is in my company, and I’m just giving him some pocket money every month! When his money runs out, isn’t he going to have to ask us?” An Ping said.

The debt is no small sum.

Don’t even mention fifty thousand, even five thousand, five hundred, or fifty, he doesn’t want to repay the debt to Second Uncle’s family.

”Dad wouldn’t ask you for money,” An Hao asserted. ”If he were going to ask for money, he wouldn’t have kept it from us. It seems like Dad wants to solve these things on his own.”

”Solve it on his own... cough, cough...” An Ping choked on his own saliva from anxiety. ”How does he solve it? Do tell? Second Uncle’s family is a bunch of vampires. They know they’re in debt, why can’t they just earn money to pay it back properly? How are they solving it? Does Second Uncle come back to eat our food? And then An Hui goes out to swindle people? Who knows what that fierce woman is up to outside!”

”Through normal means, they’re already unable to repay the debt; they can’t pay it back. So this is the only option left!” An Hao understood this deeply.

”Sis, honestly, you’re the backbone of our family! With you, our family at least has a direction! I truly admire you. Now Dad insists on doing something stupid, tell him not to care about Second Uncle anymore. There’s no way to manage it! Second Uncle’s family is a bottomless pit, no matter how much you fill it, it’s never enough! When our family collapses, we’ll still have to rely on you as the backbone!”

An Ping was sure his sister would slam the table, showing her usual confidence and saying, ”Leave it all to me.”

But unexpectedly, An Hao shook her head in refusal.

”I’m not taking care of it, let Dad solve this himself!”

”What? What did you say? Sis, did I hear that right?” An Ping was stunned. ”Those words shouldn’t be coming from you!”

”An Ping, if Dad doesn’t get involved, Second Uncle’s family will end up with no way out! They’ll be killed! The knife will go in white and come out red, their bodies pierced through, blood flowing all over the ground, spreading and winding along the cracks of the ground...” An Hao said quietly.

”Sis... why are you suddenly saying such scary things!” An Ping couldn’t understand An Hao.

”It really is that scary. You haven’t experienced that kind of despair, you wouldn’t understand...” An Hao murmured.

In the previous life, how much did she hate An Ping?

How much did she loathe this annoying brother?

Yet, when An Ping came knocking, she couldn’t sever the ties of blood and affection, and she chose to help her brother repay the debts.

That repayment lasted decades.

She worked herself to the bone, driving her thirty-year-old self to exhaustion, making her look like she was fifty.

While she repaid, An Ping was like a mouse that couldn’t face the light, hiding in Tibet, and ultimately was hacked to death.

At the time of his death, his warm blood splashed all over An Hao.

Witnessing her brother’s death was such a cruel event for her, it was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Seeing An Hao’s reddened eyes, An Ping came closer: ”Sis, what’s wrong with you? Hearing what you said just now, it’s almost as if you’ve been through it.”

”It’s nothing,” An Hao wiped her tears and said to An Ping. ”Stop standing there like a lamppost and go tidy up your room! You’re such a grown-up, stop relying on me to clean up after you! I’m not doing it, if you can’t clean it up properly, don’t even think about sleeping tonight.”