Brother! This is the adoption certificate. I don't want your sister-in-law!

Su Xiao watched Wu Mengmeng skip and hop away, a smile still lingering on her lips.

He shook his head, turned around, and suddenly stood rooted to the spot.

In the distance, behind a telephone pole, stood a man acting suspiciously.

A square face, an old jacket, and his eyes were glancing in the direction where Wu Mengmeng had disappeared.

Wushan.

Su Xiao frowned.

He had no liking for this person.

He gambled for years, beat his wife and children, and even sold his own daughter to someone else for a dowry.

The word "scum" is an understatement when it comes to this kind of person.

Judging from his peeking around, he's probably following Wu Mengmeng.

Wu Shan also saw him.

Completely different from his arrogance at the food street last time, this time he walked over with a deliberate fawning posture, rubbing his hands together, his waist slightly bent and a smile plastered on his lips.

"Su Xiao, what a coincidence, what a coincidence."

Wu Shan somehow found out Su Xiao's name, and put on a fawning expression that was nauseating.

Su Xiao didn't reply, she just looked at him.

Wu Shan was clearly shameless; he wasn't embarrassed at all. He rubbed his hands together, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and tentative: "Don't you also not want Mengmeng to leave Jingcheng?"

Before Su Xiao could speak, he hurriedly added, "As long as you can keep them here, I absolutely won't object to you being with Mengmeng in the future!"

Su Xiao looked at the man in front of her.

Of course he knew what Wu Shan was afraid of.

Once Zhou Zhi took Wu Mengmeng to Shanghai, she completely severed ties with this man.

No one will pay off his gambling debts anymore, no one will let him exploit him, and he won't even have a punching bag.

Seeing his silence, Wu Shan probably thought he was hesitating, so he gritted his teeth as if he had made some huge concession.

"Here's the deal: you pay 20,000 yuan, and Mengmeng is yours. I mean what I say, no questions asked."

Su Xiao's fist clenched instantly.

The vein on the back of my hand throbbed, and my knuckles cracked as I clenched them.

He stared at Wu Shan's face, which was plastered with a fawning smile, and could almost hear the blood rushing to his head.

Then he loosened his fist.

Su Xiao's expression turned relaxed.

"Have you run into gambling debts again?"

Wu Shan's smile froze for a moment, then turned somewhat awkward.

Being seen through by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old at a glance is something to be ashamed of.

Although his face is no longer worth anything.

He chuckled dryly and readily admitted that the other party was pressing him for money, and that as long as he paid back the money, he would never gamble again and would never bother Su Xiao and Mengmeng.

At this point, fear finally showed on Wu Shan's old face, and he almost knelt down. "Su Xiao, please, lend me some money quickly, any amount will do, so I can pay it back first, otherwise they really will cut my tendons!"

Wu Shan excitedly held up a "2" sign. "2 yuan, just 2 yuan! If you give it to me, Mengmeng is yours. She's so beautiful, how could you not like her? Everyone else says they'd pay 5 yuan to buy her, but I only want 2, just 2!"

"Please, just 2 yuan, or I'll really die!" Wu Shan was so scared he was almost crying. "If you let me pay you back, I promise I'll never gamble again..."

Looking at his confident expression, Su Xiao said in a deep voice, "Nine out of ten gamblers lose."

Wu Shan nodded hurriedly, forcing a look of sudden remorse on his face.

"I know, I know! I truly know I was wrong this time, I'll never gamble again, I swear to God, as long as I can pay back the money..."

"But you've already lost nine times."

Su Xiao suddenly interrupted him, her tone changing from before, as if she were analyzing a chess game with an old friend, "Uncle Wu, you need to understand one thing: if you lose, the money is only temporarily in someone else's hands. If you give up, that's when you truly lose."

Wu Shan was stunned.

He stared wide-eyed at Su Xiao, his lips moving slightly. This was probably the first time in his life that someone had analyzed gambling for him from this perspective.

"You...you're right."

His voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement. "I've lost nine times already! Next time, next time I'm sure I can win it all back! If I give up, then all those nine losses were for nothing!"

"It's good that you understand this principle, Uncle Wu. The worst thing you can do is give up halfway."

Su Xiao looked away from his face, reached into her pocket, and pulled out five red bills.

When Su Xiao patted Wu Shan's palm, her expression was as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Take this 500 and have some fun. Leave me your address, and I'll send you the remaining 20,000."

Wu Shan looked down at the five brand-new banknotes in his hand, his fingers trembling.

He looked up at Su Xiao, his eyes filled with gratitude and excitement, and said repeatedly, "Su Xiao, you are such a good girl. I will never object to you and Mengmeng being together again. Anyone who objects is a son of a bitch."

"You're my father-in-law, why be so polite?"

Su Xiao said with a smile.

Wu Shan was so happy he almost spun around on the spot. He immediately ran to the nearby convenience store, borrowed a pen and paper, wrote the address on a slip of paper, handed it to Su Xiao, bowed several times with profuse thanks, and ran off excitedly with the five hundred yuan in his hand.

His steps were much lighter than when he came, his back was straighter, and he seemed to have been given a bottle of new wine.

Su Xiao stood there, watching his figure grow smaller and smaller until it disappeared around the corner.

A breeze blew from the alleyway, causing the note to sway gently.

He looked down at the crooked handwriting on the note, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

He stared at the address on the slip of paper, then coldly pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed three numbers.

The phone is on.

He held the phone to his ear, looking in the direction where Wu Shan had disappeared, his voice as cold as a frozen lake in winter.

"Hello, is this 110? I want to report someone gambling. The address is..."