Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1635: Will Help Us

The scene at the entrance of the Waldorf Hotel yesterday came to my mind again.

He grabbed Xu Lei's sleeve tightly and pleaded humbly, "President Xu, please give me half a month, just half a month!"

However, Xu Lei pulled his hand back with a cold face, without even looking at him.

But when he turned around and saw Jiang Cheng, the arrogant bank president suddenly put on a fawning smile and bent his waist like a broken willow tree.

At that time, he just thought that Jiang Cheng was a young man with some connections, and didn't think too much about it. But now, when he thought about it in conjunction with the "tens of millions of donations", a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Who is Xu Lei?

He is a veteran in the financial circles of Shanghai. Many entrepreneurs with a net worth of over 100 million have to be polite when they meet him.

But his respectful attitude towards Jiang Cheng was not that of a "junior", but rather awe for a powerful figure.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?" Huang Yiyi saw his expression change drastically, and hurriedly pulled his arm, with worry in her voice.

Huang Zonglei snapped back to his senses, his Adam's apple moving with difficulty. He lowered his voice, his tone filled with disbelief, "Yesterday, when I was asking Xu Lei for a loan at the hotel entrance, I ran into Jiang Cheng. Xu Lei is usually arrogant, but when he saw Jiang Cheng, he nodded and kowtowed the whole time, not even daring to breathe. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now I understand... your classmate's background and strength are simply beyond our imagination. I'm afraid he's much more powerful than those veteran entrepreneurs!"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Huang Yiyi's face turn pale in an instant. She bit her lip and turned her face away abruptly. The red on the tip of her ear completely faded away, leaving only a pale face.

She knew Jiang Cheng was talented and rich, but she never thought the gap between them would be so big.

In the past, she dared to chase him and call him "Jiang Cheng" openly, showing her love on her face.

Even though she knew there were other girls around him, she never really backed off.

But now that her family was in trouble, she seemed to have lost all her confidence. When she saw Jiang Cheng again, she even lost the courage to step forward and say hello.

Now Huang Yiyi finally understood why those down-and-out boys on TV didn't dare to go up and say hello to the girls they liked.

The gap between them was originally so bitter.

But even so, the obvious love in my heart seemed to have taken root and could not be pulled out.

On one hand, she felt inferior due to the disparity in her family background, and on the other hand, she had feelings that were hard to hide. The two emotions mixed together like a tangled mess, making her heart ache and even her breathing difficult.

The air was still for a few seconds, and the wind swirled the fallen leaves on the roadside.

Huang Yiyi gently loosened her hand that was clutching the corner of her clothes, then clenched it again, her voice hesitant.

But he was determined to do it: "Dad, since Jiang Cheng is so capable...why don't I go ask him for help?"

Huang Zonglei's heart sank suddenly and he looked up at his daughter.

She lowered her eyes, the tips of her ears were red, and her eyelashes were trembling violently. She had obviously mustered up the courage to speak, but there was an embarrassment that could not be hidden in her eyes.

It was the girl's pride that made her unwilling to show her vulnerability in front of her lover, and it was also the humility brought about by the difference in family background.

He guessed his daughter's thoughts in an instant.

After all, I was young once too.

She really has the cheeks of an adolescent. The word "help" has to make her let go of her inner self-esteem.

Huang Zonglei felt like a mixture of emotions.

His self-esteem was shattered by reality. These days, he ran through all the connections he could find and begged everyone he knew, but he couldn't get a penny of loan.

Jiang Cheng may be his only "shortcut" now.

Although asking my daughter to ask the person she likes is more painful than slapping him in the face.

But what else can he do?

Huang Zonglei sighed heavily, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper: "Yiyi, I'm sorry."

When Huang Yiyi heard these three words, she looked up suddenly, her eyes full of surprise.

This apology was like a needle, instantly piercing through the tangled grievance in her heart.

She suddenly remembered that a few days ago, late at night, she ran into her father in the living room staring at the account book. He had a lot more white hair on his temples than last year.

I remember that when he answered the phone, he always lowered his posture and even his tone was flattering.

She remembered that he was obviously so tired that he kept rubbing his waist, but he still smiled and said to her, "Everything is fine at home."

Her father was much sadder than her and had to endure much more.

I was just so focused on my self-esteem and the gap between me and Jiang Cheng that I forgot that my father had already been overwhelmed by life.

Her nose felt sore and tears welled up instantly. Huang Yiyi hurriedly turned her face away and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Her voice was tearful but she pretended to be calm.

"Dad, what are you talking about...I am the one who should say sorry.

Huang Zonglei looked at his daughter's pretending to be strong, and his heart ached, but he could only reach out and pat her shoulder.