Chapter 754: If You've Got the Guts, Don't Wimp Out Later

Chapter 753: If You've Got the Guts, Don't Wimp Out Later (1/3)

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong at Me, Jiang Muye

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"We're all neighbors here, from the same village. Let's not ruin the mood," the brat's mother said with an awkward laugh, no longer the arrogant, overbearing woman she'd been moments ago.

She immediately patted the brat on the back and scolded, "Hurry up and apologize to Uncle and Auntie."

When the brat first saw his mother step forward, he'd felt like he had someone to back him up.

But seeing that his backup, his own mother, wasn't helping him, his eyes filled with grievance.

"Mom…" The brat cried even harder. "I don't want to, waaah, I don't want to! Stupid Mom!"

The brat's mother was in a difficult spot.

But Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli were both staring at her.

The brat's mother could only shoot Jiang Muye a hinting look. "Let it go."

"The mood's already been ruined. There's no way this can just be dropped. The damage has been done, and everyone's watching—they're all witnesses. You have to give me thirty thousand yuan for this, or we can't settle it privately," Jiang Muye said coldly.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the brat's mother's eyes went wide. "Are you joking? You're asking for the moon! Why would I give you ten thousand—he's just a little kid!"

"A little kid is allowed to talk smack and attack people? Right now I'm still willing to let you pay money. Once this gets to court, money won't even solve the problem!" Jiang Muye's gaze was icy.

Jiang Muye had plenty of money. He didn't care in the slightest about an extra thirty thousand yuan.

But the brat's family did.

If they could raise a mischievous, rotten brat like this, the parents were no good either.

Their conditions in the village weren't good either. Thirty thousand was absolutely a huge deal to this family—it would hurt like a deep scrape. Even if they didn't lose a layer of skin, they'd still bleed.

Sure enough, just as Jiang Muye expected, the brat's mother flew into a rage. "He's not even hurt! You're some kind of CEO, a big boss—a kid doesn't know any better. At his age, how well-behaved do you want him to be? You were probably even wilder when you were little! Why don't we just let the whole village come and see how stingy and petty a rich man can be!"

The brat's mother added even more irritably, "Why don't you rack up some good karma for that kid in your wife's belly? It's not even born yet—who knows what'll come out! Let's just drop this and stop making a mountain out of a molehill. Everyone go home. I haven't even held it against you for making my kid cry!"

The brat's mother was all righteous fury, not giving Jiang Muye or Leng Ruoli a single pleasant look.

Leng Ruoli was furious. "How can you talk like that? You're a mother too—can you keep your mouth clean!"

She was a person of good upbringing, but faced with someone cursing her unborn child, she couldn't stay rational, nor could she accept it.

Jiang Muye stared at the brat's mother, displeased, and ground his teeth. "This isn't over."

The brat's mother didn't take it seriously, and moved to take her child inside. Jiang Muye instinctively grabbed her by the wrist.

The brat's mother started hollering, "Hey, what are you doing? Were you going to bully my little kid and now you're going to bully me, an adult too? Is there any justice in the world? I ought to sue you for extortion! And you just keep pushing your luck!"

Jiang Muye let out a cold laugh. "If you've got the guts, don't wimp out later."