chapter 16 There Goes My First Kiss

After sorting everything out, Han Tang said goodbye to Henry Yang and left Dacheng Construction Company. Thinking of the restaurant's need for money, he decided to take the two million he had just collected back to the restaurant.

When Han Tang arrived at the restaurant, he found Usan sitting in the office with a worried look on her face.

He joked, "What's up? You look so worried. Is it that time of the month, or did your bra get smaller?"

Usan wasn't in the mood for Han Tang's jokes. She rolled her eyes and said, "You still find this funny?"

Han Tang shrugged, "Why shouldn't I find it funny?"

Usan sighed, "We're completely out of money in the restaurant. We fired some untrustworthy staff this morning, and after paying their salaries, we're broke. We can't even afford to print recruitment ads."

Han Tang didn't respond, but walked over to Usan and handed her the two million check.

"What's this?" Usan asked, puzzled.

"Just look at it," said Han Tang nonchalantly.

Usan took the check and was stunned. She counted the zeros on the check three times in disbelief and looked up, asking, "Is this real? Two… million?"

"It's real, two million," Han Tang nodded with a smile.

"You got it back?"

"I got it back."

"Ah... you're amazing... With this money, we can fully operate the business again."

Usan jumped up in excitement, hugged Han Tang, and gave him a big kiss.

Han Tang was stunned, thinking, "There goes my first kiss."

He regained his composure and said to Usan, "Hey, what are you doing? Robbing me of my first kiss just like that?"

Usan blushed a bit, "I was just so happy. Besides, it was my first kiss, too."

"That's not fair, whatever the reason, I'm at a loss. Why did you kiss me? I'm a man, you know."

After saying this, Han Tang hugged Usan and kissed her back, passionately breaking through her lips and teeth, capturing her soft and flavorful tongue.

The two, who had just lost their first kisses, were a bit awkward at first, but soon their awkwardness was completely overwhelmed by passion.

After what seemed like a long time, they finally parted.

"Bad boy, distracting me from work," Usan said flirtatiously, looking at Han Tang with a face full of happiness. Her beauty was beyond words.

"I need to hurry up and transfer this money to our account; there's so much to do that needs funding."

She picked up the check again and noticed something amiss, "Did you make a mistake? I remember Dacheng Construction only owed us one million. How did you get two million?"

"Isn't it good to have an extra million?" Han Tang laughed and then recounted how Jim Zhao had torn up the promissory note and how, under Henry Yang's pressure, he had to cough up an extra million.

"Oh, then that extra million is yours, not the restaurant's. I'll transfer this money to the restaurant's account right now, and I'll transfer the extra million to you. Give me an account number," said Usan.

"It's all the same. The restaurant is mine," said Han Tang.

"It's not the same. The restaurant's money and your personal money should be kept separate. Besides, with this million, the restaurant has enough to operate. You're the boss now; you should still have some personal funds in your pocket."

Han Tang thought Usan made sense. He took out a card and said, "Here's my card. Transfer half a million to it." Then he wrote down another account number, "This is my mom's account. Transfer half a million to that one."

As he spoke, Han Tang felt a surge of emotion. His mother had endured hardships with him all her life. Now, he could finally give her a better life, along with his sister, who had dropped out of school early for his sake.

"Okay, I'll go to the bank right away. But you need to think about how to explain it to your mom. She might think you robbed a bank if she suddenly sees so much money," Usan said before hurrying off.

Han Tang tapped his head, realizing Usan's point was valid. Telling the truth wouldn't convince his mom. How should he explain it? If he didn't explain it well, she might come to Jiangnan City to see what he was really up to.

"Mom, I have good news. I won the lottery, a second prize of six hundred thousand... No, I'm not lying, really."

Winning the lottery seemed like the best explanation Han Tang could think of, and six hundred thousand seemed like a believable amount.

"Mom, I've already deposited the money into your account. Keep a hundred thousand for yourself to improve your life. The remaining four hundred thousand is for my sister. She can buy a house and stop putting up with that awful woman. I can't come back for now... I've kept a hundred thousand for myself. That's enough for me..."

Han Tang's sister, Ling Tang, lived with her mother-in-law since she didn't have her own house. Unfortunately, her mother-in-law was a very domineering woman, and Ling Tang often suffered under her. Now that he had some money, Han Tang wanted to help his sister move out.

After hanging up with his mom, Han Tang called his girlfriend, Polly Cao, but the line was busy, and the call couldn't go through.

For the past few days, Han Tang's calls to Polly Cao had been unsuccessful. But he didn't worry much; she was with her family and should be safe. Maybe her phone was having issues.

The next day, Han Tang took a taxi to his third debt collection stop, Hanwei Martial Arts School.

The martial arts school owed five hundred thousand. If he could recover this amount, ninety percent of the restaurant's debts would be resolved. The rest were small debts of a few tens of thousands each.

Hanwei Martial Arts School was a well-known school in Jiangnan City, located in a bustling area of the city center, covering nearly a thousand square meters.

As Han Tang entered the school, he saw a huge plaque with seven golden words, "Cultivate Character and Morality Through Martial Arts." The writing was strong and powerful, obviously from a master's hand.

The school was crowded with people exercising and practicing. He wanted to ask someone who the owner was but soon noticed a guy with a buzz cut, the cousin of the scar-faced troublemaker from the restaurant a few days ago.

Han Tang didn't care much for such minor characters. He quickly looked away and walked on.

At that moment, the buzz-cut guy noticed Han Tang. He seemed surprised at first, then a venomous and resentful expression appeared on his face as he whispered something to a skinny man beside him.

"Stop right there."

The skinny man called out, leading the buzz-cut guy and seven or eight people from the martial arts school toward Han Tang, surrounding him.

Han Tang frowned. He didn't want any trouble, but there always seemed to be annoying flies and mosquitoes buzzing around.

"What do you want?" asked Han Tang.

The buzz-cut guy, with a ferocious expression, shouted, "Kid, you dare ask what I want? You hit me and dared to come to Hanwei Martial Arts School? You think our school has no one to stand up for it?"

The buzz-cut guy harbored a deep hatred for Han Tang. Being forced to kneel and apologize in public at the restaurant was a humiliation he would never forget.

Han Tang replied, "You know very well what happened that day. I thought we could leave it at that. There's no need to hold a grudge. I'm here to see your master, not you."

The buzz-cut guy sneered, "You think you can just hit someone and then say it's over? Where in the world does it work like that?"