My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 91 Your Parents Stole Money!

"Fine!" Ye Zuisheng nodded without giving it much thought. The two of them shakily made the call.

It wasn’t long before someone arrived.

"Are you the ones who found my money?" the newcomer asked. He looked like a construction contractor.

He’s probably about to use this money to pay his workers, Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan thought, feeling they had done a good deed. Otherwise, so many people would have gone without their wages.

200,000 yuan was not a small amount for them, but it wasn’t their money, and they weren’t greedy.

"It was us!" Ye Zuisheng confirmed with a nod.

"Not many people would return money they found these days. Thanks!" The contractor, a cigarette dangling from his lips, opened the leather bag and glanced inside. Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically. "You old fools! I thought you were good people, but you’re just a pair of phonies! There was supposed to be 300,000 in this bag. Why is there only 200,000 left?"

"What?" Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan were stunned.

"No, sir, we’ve been right here ever since we found the bag," Ye Zuisheng pleaded anxiously. "We haven’t gone anywhere! We really didn’t take your money. Could you please count it again?"

"Hmph, as if I’d take your word for it," the contractor sneered. "Restrain these two old fools! I’m calling the police!"

He waved his hand, and two burly men behind him rushed forward, pinning Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan to the ground.

The elderly couple was completely dumbfounded. We clearly did a good deed. How did we end up being treated like thieves?

"You’re framing innocent people!" Ye Zuisheng yelled.

"Exactly! You can’t bully people in broad daylight," Zhao Huan added. "If we really wanted your money, we would have just left. Why would we have called you? Why would we still be here?"

"Hmph, that’s the clever part about swindlers like you," the contractor snorted. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"That’s nonsense!" The old couple felt utterly wronged. They had been diligent and law-abiding their entire lives. While they never sought to do anything heroic, they had always followed the law. Yet now, people in the crowd were pointing and whispering about them. It was incredibly humiliating. They had never done a single bad thing in their lives.

"Nonsense? Heh, you two look well-dressed. Call your family and have them bring 100,000 over," the contractor sneered. "You dare to covet my money? You’re asking for death! Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to make you die!"

"Let us go!" Ye Zuisheng, enraged, struggled fiercely.

"Still not cooperating? Beat them!" the contractor ordered with a sneer.

The two thugs began to brutally punch and kick Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan. They were incredibly vicious.

"Enough!" After a while, the contractor yelled for them to stop. "You wouldn’t have to suffer like this if you’d just returned the money! Looking at your clothes, you’re wearing tens of thousands. One hundred thousand yuan can’t be much to you, right? So why be greedy for someone else’s money? Have you no shame!"

"My son won’t let you get away with this!" In the past, Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan had endured many things and kept quiet for their son’s sake, but they had never broken the law. Today, they had clearly done a good deed, only to be wrongly accused out of the blue. They couldn’t stand it. They were absolutely furious.

"You dare threaten me? Tie them to the lamppost! Let everyone see these two shameless old fools!" the contractor ordered, waving his hand viciously.

The thugs somehow produced a rope and tied the elderly couple to a lamppost. The physical injuries and bleeding were one thing, but this humiliation made the old couple wish they could just die on the spot. They hadn’t done anything wrong, yet they were being treated this way. It was too humiliating, too unbearable!

"Take out his phone and make him call!" the contractor demanded.

One of the thugs took the phone from Ye Zuisheng’s pocket and dialed the number labeled "Son."

At that exact moment, Yang Qi and Ye Fei had just arrived at the villa. Before they could even go inside, Ye Fei’s phone rang.

"Dad, where did you guys go?" he asked, but he immediately felt something was wrong. Ye Zuisheng, a grown man, was crying. He could also hear his mother, Zhao Huan, weeping in the background.

Ye Fei instantly became frantic. "My parents are being bullied!"

"Get in the car! I’ll drive!" A murderous intent flashed in Yang Qi’s eyes.

The elderly couple I see as my own parents are being bullied. Such good people. They just escaped the hardships of the urban village, only to be bullied again. This is outrageous!

The Audi seemed to vent its fiery rage as its engine roared and it shot forward.

On the roadside, the crowd of onlookers was growing. The contractor waited leisurely, pleased with himself.

I can’t believe I ran into two easy marks today. They’re clearly rich. This is a perfect chance to score big.

In reality, there was only 200,000 in his bag. He never expected to get it back. But instead of gratitude, he felt only greed, setting his sights on the elderly couple’s money.

"I’m telling you, if your son shows up without the money, I’m going to have to play rough. It won’t just be you who suffers then; your son will be in for it too!" the contractor threatened coldly.

BOOM!

Just then, an Audi screeched to a halt by the roadside, startling the onlookers. A figure burst through the crowd.

"Who’s there?" The two thugs saw the newcomer charging at them and pounced to intercept him.

But before they could even get a clear look, Yang Qi sent each of them flying with a single punch. They crumpled to the ground, unable to get up, with who knows how many of their bones broken.

"Get him! Get him for me!" The contractor, shocked to see how formidable the old couple’s son was, frantically yelled for his other men to attack.

But it was useless. In moments, Yang Qi had knocked them all to the ground, where they wailed endlessly.

"Little Fei, untie them," Yang Qi ordered. He then dashed forward and grabbed the contractor by the neck. "You dare to hit my parents!"

In his heart, this couple were his true parents.

"You—what are you doing? Your parents stole my money!" the contractor screamed in terror.

Yang Qi slammed the contractor heavily onto the ground, nearly taking half his life. The man’s bag burst open, and the cash inside was caught by the wind, scattering everywhere. The contractor could only watch, dumbfounded.

But Yang Qi wasn’t finished. He began to viciously pummel the contractor, who screamed in agony.

"Little Qi, that’s enough! Stop, or you’ll kill him!" Ye Fei cried, rushing over to pull Yang Qi away.

Only then did Yang Qi stop.

"You’re actually claiming my parents took your money? Fine. I’ll let everyone see exactly who’s lying," Yang Qi said. He took out his phone and dialed Zhao Xiong’s number. "City Lord Zhao, I need the surveillance footage from the traffic light at the north end of Fuchang Road. Get it to me within twenty minutes."

Although Zhao Xiong disliked Yang Qi’s tone, he immediately called the transportation department.

Less than ten minutes later, a copy of the surveillance footage was delivered.