Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 943 - 944 Toxic Fatherly Love 76

After the car left City S, it went straight onto the highway heading north, stopping to stroll around at any interesting spots they passed.

But everyone knew that this trip was really about going abroad for fun; the domestic part was just incidental.

Within two weeks of departing, their caravan crossed the border and officially started their international trip.

Little Feng Lan, though still young, had already been to many places and traveled by plane and train.

However, being in such a spacious car where he could lie down and rest was a first, and he was having the time of his life.

Especially since there was a big brother to play with him whenever they stopped—his joy was beyond words.

This made Zhang Yu, who had been worried that he might cry and fuss, finally breathe a sigh of relief.

When the child doesn’t cry or make trouble, the adults can enjoy themselves more too.

So, the group had a grand time wandering about, mainly touring around Europe.

They had even planned to make a round trip to America, but due to an issue at Feng Ji’s friend’s company that required this CEO’s immediate attention, they all had to reluctantly head back home.

Even though only half the itinerary was completed, they traveled for ten months. The group didn’t return to City S until the following spring, when flowers were blooming again.

Although Zhang Yu had been traveling the whole time, she stayed in touch with her studio through the internet or phone but hadn’t returned in person.

Nevertheless, she was aware of the situation at the studio and with Wu Hao, such as how Wu Jian’s creditors had tracked Wu Hao down at his workplace, demanding repayment from him and Feng Min.

But the two simply refused to pay. When the creditors made a scene, they directly called the police. No matter how the matter was mediated, there was no money to be had.

The reputation of this pair of ex-spouses at their workplace undoubtedly plummeted, but did reputation even matter to them?

Reputation mattered, of course. But compared to the bottomless pit that was Wu Jian, they chose to let go of their reputation.

Their colleagues thought they were heartless. No matter how bad a child might be, it’s still your child. But when they learned how much Wu Jian owed and how exorbitant the interest was, they couldn’t help but sigh.

Back then, who didn’t envy Wu Hao and Feng Min? Both were university graduates, professionals earning good money, had twins, and their children were so clever, beautiful, and well-behaved.

And yet they ended up like this. People could only lament for a while before dropping the subject, worried that Wu Hao and Feng Min would borrow money from them if they spoke too much.

When Wu Jian received the money from Wu Hao and Feng Min, he assumed he could get more. But even when he threatened suicide, neither Wu Hao nor Feng Min gave him another penny.

Even when creditors showed up at their workplace demanding payment, they’d rather call the police than give in. With no money from Wu Hao and Feng Min, the creditors had no choice but to turn back to Wu Jian, pressing him for repayment.

Wu Jian had no income, and nobody was willing to step in and help pay his debt. His previously sweet girlfriends all took off with whatever money they could gather as soon as they realized no one was going to bail him out.

Left with no options, Wu Jian escaped while his creditors were momentarily distracted. As for where he fled to, his whereabouts remained unknown.

When Zhang Yu learned about the high-interest loans Wu Jian had taken on, she knew he was finished.

Even if Wu Hao and Feng Min managed to help him pay off his debts this time, he would simply repeat the same behavior.

He likely thought his parents would continue bailing him out. As a gambler, he couldn’t be treated as a normal person.

Yes, that’s right—this guy was hooked on gambling. When Zhang Yu saw the report, she was completely stunned.

She had envisioned many reasons why Wu Jian might owe money, such as dressing up, partying, or buying gifts for his girlfriends.

But she had never imagined he’d get involved in gambling, especially knowing how Feng Min’s younger brother had destroyed the Feng family through gambling.

Feng Min had always been vigilant, determined not to let another gambler emerge in the family. Yet no one anticipated that Wu Jian would end up treading the same path.

Feng Ji noticed Zhang Yu sitting absentmindedly by the window. "What’s wrong? What happened?"

Could it be that something had happened back at the studio during their time abroad?

"I just suddenly thought of something. Feng Min’s brother ruined himself with gambling, and he’s still the same even now."

"Feng Min always gives reminders, hoping no one else in the family would turn into a gambler."

"And yet, who could’ve predicted Wu Jian would follow that road?" She knew Wu Jian couldn’t reach the same heights he had in a past life without those kinds of resources.

But she never expected him to fall to such a state this time.

"Is it surprising?" Feng Ji didn’t think so. "If he had been willing to work hard and earn money step by step, maybe he wouldn’t have fallen into the trap so easily."

"But instead, he relied on his good looks, working in bars to make a living. There’s nothing wrong with that, but he tried to make extra money by charming people."

"Did he really think the beautiful women in nightclubs don’t have backers?"

"Bars aren’t cheap places to hang out. Spending tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, in a single night is easy there."

Zhang Yu had always known bars were like that, but she hadn’t expected Feng Ji to be so familiar with the scene. She looked at him in surprise.

"You seem to know a lot about that world," she remarked, though not particularly upset, knowing he didn’t like those places.

"Old Luo likes bars. He even held his birthday party in one last time. A lot of people came, and the bill ran up to several hundred thousand."

"How much exactly, I don’t know. I casually asked, and Old Luo simply said it wasn’t expensive. On a normal day, he could easily spend a few thousand just having drinks."

"So later, he opened his own bar." Zhang Yu knew Old Luo liked drinking and had eventually opened a bar for this reason.

Feng Ji gave a small nod. "But he’s planning to sell it now."

Sell it? "Wasn’t business going well?" Bars with steady business rarely lose money.

Especially since Old Luo owned the property instead of renting, cutting costs compared to others.

"If business is bad, the owner gets stressed because money’s just flowing out with no income."

"If business is good, it’s still stressful. Too many eyes are on you, all wanting a share of the profits."

"Disputes over dividing the spoils." Zhang Yu understood. "Even someone as capable as Old Luo couldn’t manage it?"

When she had run into trouble before, Feng Ji often called on Old Luo for help, so in Zhang Yu’s eyes, he was incredibly resourceful. Yet even he had no solution?

"He could manage, but he doesn’t see the point."

"With that time and energy, why not make money elsewhere?" The Luo Family didn’t want Old Luo being too flashy anyway.

"True." Zhang Yu recognized Old Luo’s abilities. "No matter how much money a bar makes, it’s nothing compared to what you can earn in the financial markets."

"And no one’s keeping tabs on you there."

"Plus, wide connections help. Many people go to bars and try to claim discounts by using his name." Zhang Yu had encountered this herself once. That night, several people had tried to use Old Luo’s name for perks.

"It looks glamorous on the surface, but in reality, it doesn’t make that much money." Feng Ji glanced at his phone, where Old Luo had sent a message.

"He’s got a new investment idea that we can join in on," Feng Ji said, feeling this was a better direction to take.