Yan Mo was driving her dad's Mercedes on the road to the small town, her heart calm without a ripple, possessing only the determination to get her money back.
To hell with Love, she was determined to get that one hundred thousand today.
At this moment, she suddenly felt relieved. Fortunately, she did not marry that Scum, Zhang Zheng.
Yan Mo arrived early, and she had been parked on the auxiliary road at the intersection of the county road, which only had two lanes and was flanked by rivers on both sides.
After about ten minutes, she saw Zhang Zheng's car from afar. She naturally recognized that car; it was the black domestic car Zhang Zheng had bought with the one hundred thousand he borrowed from her.
That car, serving as the lead vehicle, was decorated with festive red flowers at the front and was driving at the very head of the motorcade.
In order not to affect the passage of other vehicles, Yan Mo did not drive in the middle. Instead, just as she was about to pass Zhang Zheng's car, she quickly turned the steering wheel from the right lane she was in to the left, cutting directly into the oncoming lane and forcing Zhang Zheng's car to a stop.
Zhang Zheng recognized Yan Zhiyuan's Mercedes. Seeing Yan Mo in the car, he immediately panicked.
After being stunned for a few seconds, anger surged up in him. He turned his face to instruct the Bride beside him: "Dear, wait for me a moment. That is my Ex-girlfriend in front. I told you about her before; she is the one who disliked that my family gave too little in betrothal gifts. We broke up months ago, but she is still pestering me. Don't misunderstand, I'll get out and handle it."
From the Bride's perspective, what Zhang Zheng told her was that this Ex-girlfriend was greedy for money, disregarded their seven years of Feelings, and forced Zhang Zheng's family to provide a huge amount in betrothal gifts, even thinking 188,000 was too little.
Actually, Zhang Zheng even thought the 88,000 in betrothal gifts Yan Mo asked for was too much.
Seeing Zhang Zheng get out of the car aggressively, Yan Mo calmly put on her sunglasses, and only after Yan Chen opened the car door did she step out gracefully.
"Yan Mo, we broke up months ago, what are you doing? Are you here to stop the wedding?" Zhang Zheng walked up angrily and demanded loudly, as if telling the people around him that he and Yan Mo had broken up and had long since cleared their relationship. It was his Ex-girlfriend who was reluctant to part with him and had come to pester him for a chance to get back together, and he was an upright person who had nothing to fear.
Yan Mo crossed her arms, a look of watching a show on her face as she coldly laughed: "Zhang Zheng, you really know how to flatter yourself."
"Isn't that so?" Zhang Zheng gave a cold snort, "Still wearing sunglasses, is it because you knew I was getting married and your eyes are swollen from crying, so you're afraid of people seeing? If you knew it would come to this, why act that way back then? If your family hadn't forced my family to provide betrothal gifts, wouldn't the bride sitting in my car today be you?"
"Stop right there! Zhang Zheng, stop being so self-indulgent. You, a Scum, are confusing the public and biting back. It was you who disregarded our seven years of Feelings, thought the 88,000 my family asked for was too much, and turned around to spend 188,000 to marry someone else."
Yan Mo reached out to block him, "Zhang Zheng, fortunately, the bride sitting in your wedding car today is not me, and I even have to thank you for not marrying me."
"Yan Mo, stop acting tough. I'm telling you, today is my wedding day, don't make a scene here. If there's anything to say, let's talk about it privately."
Yan Mo took off her sunglasses, her gaze disdainful: "Zhang Zheng, I didn't come here today to stop the wedding, nor did I come to Catch up with you. I came today to take back the things that belong to me."
Seeing that Yan Mo was not Stimulated by his words, the expression on her face remained calm.
Zhang Zheng took two steps forward and lowered his voice to mock her: "Yan Mo, stop making a scene. I don't owe you anything. You were right about one thing before: I slept with you for seven years, and I've had enough! Since I have to pay betrothal gifts anyway, why wouldn't I marry a young girl instead of an old Woman like you who is almost thirty? You see the bride in my car, right? She is only twenty-two this year, much younger than you."
Zhang Zheng did not dare to say these words loudly, pointing at the bride in the car while lowering his voice.
The next second, her younger brother Yan Chen could not stand it anymore and slapped Zhang Zheng directly across the face.
Zhang Zheng was caught unexpectedly by this slap and took two steps back. Seeing clearly that it was Yan Mo's younger brother who hit him, he immediately wanted to retaliate, but was blocked by Yan Mo.
Yan Mo was too lazy to waste time here, "Zhang Zheng, this slap is what you deserve. I won't waste words with you anymore; I came today to get back the one hundred thousand you borrowed from me."
Zhang Zheng's complexion changed, and he forced calmness: "What one hundred thousand? Yan Mo, don't make false accusations. When did I ever borrow money from you?"
Yan Mo coldly laughed: "Fine, you won't admit it, right? I have the transfer records here. Do you want me to take them out and show everyone?"
Zhang Zheng felt Guilty, but still remained stubborn: "You said before that you didn't want this money back."
Yan Mo was so angry she laughed: "Zhang Zheng, you really are shameless. That's right, I did say that before, but the premise was that we were married and became a family; then I wouldn't have wanted the money. But now you have turned around and married someone else, and we are already strangers. My money cannot be given to a stranger. So, you must return this money today."
Behind them, the drivers of the motorcade hired by Zhang Zheng had all gotten out to watch the excitement, and among them were either his old classmates or his good friends. Seeing them looking at him with strange gazes, his face felt like it was burning.
Soon, the Bride also got out of the wedding car, looking at him with a face full of suspicion.
Zhang Zheng panicked a little and hurriedly coaxed: "Dear, you get back in the car first. Don't listen to her nonsense, I'll handle it."
The Bride looked at Zhang Zheng with half-belief, then looked at Yan Mo with a hint of unease.
Yan Mo also looked at the Bride. She saw that the Bride in front of her was very young, and the heavy bridal makeup could not hide the immaturity on her face. She looked like the kind of simple girl who was naive about the world.
"Zhang Zheng, can you do it or not? The cars behind are almost blocked for two miles." A friend of Zhang Zheng's urged from behind.
"Yeah! Zhang Zheng, hurry up and handle things, don't miss the auspicious time for the wedding." Another friend of Zhang Zheng's also urged.
Soon, more relatives and friends gathered behind, all pointing and gossiping.
Immediately after, the cars behind could not wait any longer, and the sound of honking horns rose one after another. However, the only cars blocked on the road were those behind his, while the opposite lane remained unobstructed.
Zhang Zheng panicked. Clutching his swollen face, he took two steps forward and begged Yan Mo: "Momo, we've been together for seven years, surely there are still some Feelings left. How about this, I don't have any money on me right now. After I finish the wedding, I will definitely transfer the money to you."
As he spoke, Zhang Zheng pointed behind him anxiously, "Look, the cars behind are blocked into such a mess."
"Zhang Zheng, we have broken up now. The seven years of Feelings were already gone the moment you turned around to marry someone else. So, please call me by my full name." Yan Mo said the last sentence word by word.
"If you don't want to be blocked, that's fine. Transfer the money to me right now, and I won't delay you for even a second. Once I get the money, I'll leave immediately."
She knew that if she didn't get the money back today, given Zhang Zheng's character, she would never get it back in the future.
"Mo... Yan Mo, I said, I don't have any money on me right now. After I finish the wedding, I will transfer it to you immediately. Believe me." Zhang Zheng begged bitterly.
He remembered that Yan Mo used to fall for this, but today it seemed like it was not good.
At this moment, Zhao Luoluo's car stopped steadily and accurately behind Yan Mo.
She opened the car door, ran over holding a stack of colorful A4 paper Screenshots, "Momo, here, I've printed all one hundred copies."
Yan Mo nodded and gave Zhao Luoluo a look of thank you.
Taking the colorful pages, Yan Mo held them up in front of Zhang Zheng, "See this? This is the transfer record from when you borrowed money from me to buy the car. If you don't return the money now, I will immediately send these Screenshots to your relatives and friends, and I guarantee everyone will have a copy."
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