Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1634 What are you doing here?

"What are you doing here??"

Hearing this, Huang Yiyi's eyes wandered, her fingers clenched the hem of her skirt and gently stroked it, her tone a little unnatural: "My dad...he came to see me."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng took two steps forward and his eyes fell on the driver's seat of the Audi A4.

Prepare to say hello politely to Huang Yiyi's father.

But when he saw the face of the middle-aged man in the driver's seat, he stopped in his tracks.

Isn’t this the man who grabbed Xu Lei’s sleeve and begged for a loan at the entrance of the Waldorf Hotel yesterday?

Huang Zonglei also recognized Jiang Cheng. His originally calm face turned pale, and then turned red with embarrassment.

The hand gripping the steering wheel suddenly tightened, the knuckles turned white, and even the fingertips had red marks from the force.

He tried to recognize the face, but was afraid of appearing deliberate, so he had to bite the bullet and turn back, his eyes dodging, not daring to look Jiang Cheng in the face.

Yesterday, he was seen begging in such a humble manner by his daughter's classmates. The embarrassment was like a needle piercing his heart.

Looking at Huang Zonglei's expression and the way he begged Xu Lei for a loan yesterday.

Combined with the sad and anxious mood he heard when Huang Yiyi was on the phone in the cafeteria a few days ago.

Putting everything together, Jiang Cheng had an idea: the Huang family was most likely in a financial crisis, and even daily expenses became a problem.

Is that why he didn't transfer living expenses to Huang Yiyi this month?

Huang Yiyi, who was standing by, could be seen trying her best to control her expression.

But her shoulders slumped slightly.

It seems that he is not in a good mood.

It seems that she must be aware of the difficulties at home, otherwise she would not look so distraught.

"Dad, this is my classmate Jiang Cheng." Huang Yiyi spoke softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, but the tips of her ears were quietly red.

She didn't want to reveal her family's plight in front of the person she liked, but at the moment she had no choice.

Huang Zonglei snapped back to his senses and hurriedly opened the car door and got out. His movements were somewhat flustered, and his tone was overly polite: "Hello, Jiang, Jiang classmate."

He avoided Jiang Cheng's gaze and didn't dare to look at him. It was obvious that he still remembered the embarrassing scene of asking for help yesterday.

There was even a hint of sweat on the palms of my hands.

When a person is down and out, he becomes sensitive.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the omnipotent "hero dad" in front of Huang Yiyi. He never thought that one day he would appear in front of his daughter's classmates in such a miserable state.

He really didn't want Huang Yiyi's classmates to see him in such a miserable state.

Jiang Cheng's expression remained unchanged as he nodded, "Hello, Uncle Huang, nice to meet you."

After the two shook hands, Huang Yiyi blushed slightly and asked Jiang Cheng, "Why did you come back today?"

"Come back to the cafeteria for dinner." Jiang Cheng said in a flat tone, his eyes sweeping over Huang Yiyi.

Huang Yiyi pulled the corners of her mouth and revealed a bitter smile: "It seems that you really like the cafeteria. We who live here are all looking forward to running out and finding some good food, but you are the one who always goes to the cafeteria."

"There's nothing wrong with the cafeteria," Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow. "It's cheap, has a wide variety of dishes, and is more substantial than many restaurants outside."

After a few words, Jiang Cheng did not mention what happened yesterday, nor did he ask about the situation of the Huang family.

Huang Zonglei's heart finally settled down.

But this deliberate "avoidance of suspicion" made him feel even more embarrassed.

It was like having his fig leaf pierced, but the other party calmly handed the cloth back to him, making him feel both grateful and ashamed.

"Uncle Huang, Yiyi, my friend is still waiting, so I'll go over first." Jiang Cheng said goodbye at the right time.

After the Rolls-Royce drove away, Huang Yiyi clutched the corner of her clothes and asked in a trembling voice, "Dad, is the situation at home... really that bad?"

Huang Zonglei looked in the direction where the car disappeared, sighed heavily, and reached out to pat his daughter's shoulder.

The warmth of his palms could not warm her stiff body.

He deliberately lowered his tone and tried to act calm: "Don't think too much, Dad will find a way and won't let you suffer." But when the words came out, even he felt that he lacked confidence, and the fatigue in his voice could not be hidden.

"Really?" Huang Yiyi's eyes instantly turned red, with big tears welling up in them.

But she stubbornly didn't fall down, her voice trembling slightly, "Our family...will it really not go bankrupt?

This question was like a heavy stone, hitting Huang Zonglei's chest and making him feel stuffy.

The company's capital chain has long been riddled with holes and could break at any time.

He ran around his network of contacts for days and asked countless people for help before he finally found out Xu Lei's whereabouts, but it was obvious that Xu Lei ignored him.

Seeing his daughter trying to hold back her tears, he could only suppress the bitterness in his throat and reached out to ruffle her hair.

Her hair used to be carefully groomed, but today it was a little frizzy, making her look particularly haggard.

"Don't worry," he gritted his teeth, his tone adding a touch of forced determination, "As long as the bank loan is approved, Dad's new project can be launched, and then the company will be revitalized. For you, Dad will hold on even if it means risking his life.

Huang Yiyi didn't respond, but just bit her lower lip, until her lips turned white, and the light in her eyes dimmed little by little.

She has studied finance for half a semester.

Although it cannot be considered proficient.

But Huang Yiyi still thought about some of the things at home.

The situation is not good now.

After a long while, Huang Yiyi raised her head. Although her eyes were red, she forced herself to smile.

"Dad, don't worry about me. I still have last year's New Year's money in my card. If I save it a little, it will be enough for most of the year. If it's not enough, I'll go to the school library to work part-time. You really don't need to worry about me."

Huang Zonglei felt a sudden pang of pain in his nose when he heard his daughter's sensible words.

This is the little princess he has held in his hands since she was a child and he would not even let her touch him with cold water.

Now we have to learn to calculate living expenses and think about working to earn money.

He didn't feel any relief at all, only intense pain, as if he was being pricked by countless fine needles, the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

Huang Zonglei couldn't help but turn his face away, quietly wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingertips, and then turned back and said in a hoarse voice: "Silly child, how could Dad let you suffer."

"By the way, Yiyi," Huang Zonglei suddenly changed the subject, his eyes unconsciously glancing in the direction Jiang Cheng left, his tone filled with inquiry, "What does your classmate Jiang Cheng's family do?"

Huang Yiyi's cheeks flushed slightly when Huang Zonglei suddenly mentioned Jiang Cheng, and even her eyes became a little evasive.

I feel a bit flustered when my dad talks about the person he likes.

She shook her head slightly, her voice softened, and there was a sense of protection in her tone that she herself was not even aware of.

"I don't know much about his family situation, I just know he started his own company and is quite successful. Oh, and I mentioned before that he was the one who donated 1000 million yuan to our school to build an auditorium and new dormitories."

"What?!" Huang Zonglei was so shocked that he almost dropped his car keys, and his pupils suddenly shrank.