Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1048: 1023: I'll Repay Your Debts
Despair filled the eyes of Li Xiuying.
At that instant, Li Yuanyuan also dashed forward.
Should these family members take their father to court, Li Zheng's capture could lead to a longer prison term.
She drew in a sharp breath, shut her eyes tightly, felt her knees buckle, and readied herself to drop to the floor in a kneel.
Yet right then, strong hands caught hold of her.
“You?” Li Yuanyuan froze upon spotting Ye Chen.
Ye Chen had descended the stairs and caught the sound of Li Yuanyuan's sobs from within the home.
This prompted him to approach the entrance, and with the door ajar, he witnessed the entire scene unfolding inside without obstruction.
An icy chill dominated Ye Chen's gaze.
“How could such worthless fools merit your kneeling before them?” Ye Chen uttered in a frosty tone.
“Boy, what are you planning?”
Li Hai jabbed a finger toward him as Ye Chen emerged abruptly.
“Planning? You've come for the repayment, haven't you? I'll settle every penny for you immediately.”
Ye Chen replied with calm detachment.
Li Yuanyuan lifted her head abruptly, her puffy eyes brimming with bewilderment as she stared at Ye Chen.
They were merely passing acquaintances, after all—why on earth would Ye Chen step in to cover her debt?
Ye Chen offered a light smile: “Relax, this sum means nothing to me.”
Without delay, Ye Chen sent 100,000 yuan straight to Li Yuanyuan's account.
The arrival notice left Li Yuanyuan utterly speechless.
“Heavens, Ye Chen just wired 100,000 directly—that's incredible.”
Gratitude overflowed in Li Yuanyuan's voice: “Thank you, Ye Chen. I'll repay every bit of this money for sure.”
She shot a frigid glance at the relatives present and declared, “Second Uncle, Third Uncle, this marks the final time I'll call you that. Must you push things this extreme?”
Li Ming let out a mocking laugh: “Oh, pulling at heartstrings now? Let me warn you, even if you and your mother beg on your knees and bash your foreheads bloody, it changes nothing. Pay up from your family, or we call the cops this instant.”
“Fine then, give me your account details.” Li Yuanyuan responded coolly.
Li Yuanyuan promptly wired the funds to each of them.
Having pocketed the cash, Li Ming and his group prepared to depart.
But Li Yuanyuan halted them with a sharp edge in her voice: “Hold on, your debts to us are cleared, yet what you owe our family remains unresolved.”
Li Ming paused in shock: “What debt? What could we possibly owe?”
Li Yuanyuan scoffed: “You're scheming to offload Grandpa's estate, aren't you? The will splits it equally among the three sons. My father surrendered his portion out of pity for you two, correct?”
Li Ming affirmed with a nod: “That's right, he relinquished it willingly—what's left to discuss?”
Li Yuanyuan sneered: “Too bad, we've reconsidered. We demand our share returned.”
“What? Your father already agreed to forfeit it.”
Li Yuanyuan confirmed with a nod: “Did he? Show me the proof. Per Grandpa's will, all three sons claim an equal part. If we drag this before a judge, what verdict do you suppose we'll get?”
The city dwelling from Grandpa fetched more than two million yuan in value. In those days, Li Yuanyuan's household thrived, so her father yielded his cut to aid his siblings.
Yet today, with the Li Family at its lowest, these brothers piled on the misery. Li Yuanyuan held no greed for the cash, but she refused to enrich a pair of thankless curs.
Zhang Tingting's expression shifted dramatically.
Employed at a legal office, she understood full well that litigation would award Li Yuanyuan's side their full third.
Over 700,000 yuan from two million's slice!
“Little Li, we're kin after all—your dad promised back then he wanted no part, how can you flip on that now?” Zhang Tingting switched to a fawning demeanor at once.
Li Yuanyuan huffed disdainfully: “Is that so? Kin? Moments ago, when you hounded our family to grovel, where was all this talk of family?”
Li Hai inhaled deeply: “Your father renounced his inheritance by word of mouth—does your word hold any weight?”
Li Yuanyuan curved her lips into a subtle grin: “Should my father learn you drove my mother to her knees, would he still hand that portion over to you?”
“Truth is, we don't crave the funds, but I'll claim back what's rightfully ours instead of letting it go to you ungrateful mutts.”
“Who're you labeling mutts?” Rage boiled in Li Ming and Li Hai.
“That's exactly who I mean.”
Suddenly, the door slammed wide, and Li Zheng marched inside.
The sight of Li Zheng left everyone rigid.
“Big Brother!”
Just prior to stepping in, Li Zheng had overheard his siblings coercing his wife into kneeling.
He nearly charged ahead, yet Li Yuanyuan intervened first.
Cold fury laced Li Zheng's words: “I'll reclaim every ounce of my rightful inheritance. If you dare harass my wife and child, reconsider your actions carefully.”
With those words, Li Zheng beelined for the kitchen and seized a cleaver.
The aggressive stance of Li Zheng terrified the relatives into paralysis.
“Big Brother, stop.”
“Big Brother, this isn't necessary.”
“Scram, every one of you, get out now!” Li Zheng bellowed.
The relatives slunk away in humiliation.
Tranquility settled over the room once more.
“Husband!” Li Xiuying flung herself into Li Zheng's embrace.
Guilt shadowed Li Zheng's features.
“Xiaoying, I've caused you so much hardship—it's entirely my doing.”
“Husband, what brought you home?” Li Xiuying inquired.
“Sigh, I've resolved to surrender to the authorities. Fleeing solves nothing; a real man confronts his troubles.”
“Dad, how much is still outstanding?” Li Yuanyuan questioned.
Li Zheng let out a heavy sigh: “With all assets pawned off, it's still roughly over twenty thousand left.”
Ye Chen grinned: “Just over twenty thousand? Let me clear that for you.”
Both Li Zheng and Li Xiuying stood stupefied as Ye Chen volunteered to cover their remaining debts.
“Your generosity touches us, but I can't burden you with such an amount,” Li Zheng replied, shaking his head.
After all, Ye Chen had already shouldered the relatives' claims, no trivial gesture.
Right then, Li Zheng's phone chimed with an incoming alert.
He checked the screen and froze in disbelief.
[Ding, your Industrial and Commercial Bank account 8688 has received a transfer of 200,000 yuan from Ye Chen…]
The notification left Li Zheng speechless.
“Ye Chen, you…”
Ye Chen chuckled and explained: “Put this toward wrapping up your debts. Your father's in the building trade, isn't he? I'll connect you with a property developer—reach out to them and mention my name. I'm confident you'll square things away quickly.”
Deep appreciation welled in Li Zheng.
“Many thanks, Ye Chen.”
Li Zheng expressed his thanks too: “Mr. Ye, you've become our family's savior.”
Ye Chen and Li Yuanyuan stepped out together.
Meanwhile, the relatives lingered, clustering near Ye Chen's Lykan HyperSport.
Ye Chen's second and third uncles' kin hovered by his Pagani sports car.
Ye Yong chattered excitedly.
“Mom and Dad, get this? It's a rare Lykan HyperSport, said to cost over a billion yuan.”
Ye Feifei sighed with longing: “Imagine if my guy's key matched this ride.”
Ye Hai warned hastily: “You two, keep your distance from that vehicle—don't scratch it, or we'd never cover the cost.”
Ye Chen approached at that very moment.