Mr. Gu, Your Replacement Bride Is A Big Shot! Chapter 1860-END - 1860: The Finale

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Song Ling declared, “I don’t take your Gu family seriously at all now.” She deeply regretted that the president had eliminated Mark far too swiftly. If only he hadn’t, she could have harnessed Mark’s power to seize control of the Gu family’s wealth immediately.

Su Yan settled onto the sofa, gazing at Song Ling with a smile. “I’ve always believed we were close friends.”

“The instant you refused to aid me, our friendship ended,” Song Ling retorted. She added precisely, “To put it exactly, that’s when we turned into foes.”

“Song Ling, stop being so obstinate. Aren’t you considering confessing and surrendering? Head to the police station now, and they’ll surely show you mercy

leniently,” Su Yan urged sincerely.

Song Ling scoffed mockingly. “Instead of fretting over me, worry about your own situation.”

Qiao Nian took a seat next to Su Yan, grasping her hand gently.

“Since you insist on this path, so be it. Let’s talk about your loan agreement.” Su Yan couldn’t fathom how her old friend had transformed so drastically, yet circumstances had shifted. “The agreement stipulates repayment of the full loan within fifteen days—roughly 1.5 billion.”

A flicker of unease crossed Song Ling’s face. She’d sold the antique pieces for 600 million in total and borrowed 1.5 billion from MY, pooling 2.1 billion to snag 40% of the shares.

But how on earth did Su Yan learn the details of her signed loan contract?

This realization hit her, prompting her to yank her phone from her pocket hastily.

She’d snapped a photo of the contract earlier. International loans involved tedious processes and six-month reviews, which she couldn’t endure waiting for, so she’d forwarded her ID docs. Back then, they’d delivered 1.5 billion in cash via multiple vehicles.

The sheer volume of cash had dazzled her then. Obsessed with the fortune, she’d signed without scrutinizing the terms.

Still, her prudent nature made her photograph it anyway.

Staring at the clause doubling the penalty after half a month’s delay, she froze in shock.

How was this possible?

Song Ling had finally secured Lu Corporation shares today, brimming with assurance to confront Su Yan. Never did she anticipate such a massive breach penalty awaiting her.

Even a single day’s delay meant selling shares hastily would still leave her owing a chunk. Her ambition to helm Lu Corporation as president crumbled before her eyes.

Qiao Nian beamed sweetly. “Madam Song Ling, I represent your creditor as their client now. They’ve tasked me with debt collection. Are you prepared?”

Song Ling’s thoughts whirled frantically. Abruptly, a spark lit her eyes. She squinted at the Lu family members before her, voice quivering as she demanded, “You all knew beforehand I’d taken out a loan?”

“Yes.”

Song Ling recalled Song Yu. She’d even pressed Song Yu to borrow heaps from the bank back then. She glanced outside swiftly and spotted Song Yu entering. “Quick, sell off some shares! I need cash. And fetch me even more funds!”

Song Yu gently shoved Song Ling aside, advancing toward Lu Jiang, who positioned himself protectively behind.

Song Yu faced Song Ling with a blank expression, murmuring lowly, “Aunt, forgive me. I’ve already gifted the shares to Big Brother gratis. Plus, I’ve closed my account.”

No one foresaw Song Yu deleting her account. Shock rippled through them, yet Song Ling’s mess demanded resolution.

“Aunt, I’ve submitted all evidence of your crimes and Third Aunt’s to the authorities. With your massive debt, every asset in your name now belongs to Big Brother.” Song Yu bowed her head, speaking deliberately.

Lu Zhu would cover every debt Song Yu owed too. “You… you betrayer! How dare you hand my fortune to others!”

Song Ling shrieked in frenzy. Sirens wailed outside, spurring her to leap from the window in flight, only to get apprehended anyway.

Auntie Cao failed to flee promptly and fell into police custody.

Qiao Nian observed Song Ling and Auntie Cao’s removal. A sly grin danced in her eyes…