Ma Zongyu is indeed running out of money.
The million in his account was squandered here...
Song Zihua took a drag of his cigarette and laughed, "Ma, didn’t bring enough money, eh? Want to give Mrs. Ding a call for so funds?"
Ma Zongyu boasted and bragged excessively, claiming he was the master of the house, the one in charge, elevating himself and deaning Ding Suzhu.
But in reality, they all knew it was just Ding Suzhu giving him so living expenses. Calling him a kept man sounds old-fashioned, calling him a lover still points to him being the husband, which is hard to comprehend.
People in the circle often mocked him, including Mrs. Ding in the ridicule, thinking she must be blind to pick such a man and treat him like a gold ingot.
Ma Zongyu found himself unable to save face and responded angrily, "Who, who wants her..."
Even asking Ding Suzhu for help was useless. In the past, when Ma Zongyu lost at gambling, Ding Suzhu only gave him tens of thousands, even though Ding Suzhu couldn’t resist his wheedling, at most she’d give him a hundred thousand.
Ma Zongyu, being out of options, sotis had to embezzle funds, and when Ding Suzhu saw this, she’d turn a blind eye, unable to say anything.
However, now the situation is different.
Ding Suzhu removed him from his position, stopped giving him a cent, plus events from a few days ago, left Ma Zongyu with no way to make a coback despite his efforts.
Song Zihua flicked his ash and continued unfazed, "Our Ma has pride, so he should settle this debt himself!"
Whether to ask Ding Suzhu for money, Song Zihua didn’t care. To him, the important thing was to get the money and fulfill the task assigned by Sister Xia Xi, which was the priority!
Indeed, Song Zihua was just a pawn arranged by Xia Xi to specifically deceive Ma Zongyu.
...
On the other side, in front of the sofa.
Xia Xi held popcorn, stuffing her mouth full, and laughed, "Hahaha, this brat sure puts on a good show."
Gu Tong: "..." You’re watching the drama, huh?
Ding Suzhu: "..." It’s not about whether it looks real, the key is what to do about Old Ma now...
Xia Xi didn’t bother with them, stuffed a few more popcorn bites, and said, "I’ve designed it all, next up, give him two choices — harm you or harm Ding Caiyan, two options and one choice!"
What two options...
Ding Suzhu was slightly taken aback but couldn’t have failed to understand, knowing the ’you’ she refers to is herself, asking, "Harm how?"
Out of nowhere, she pulled them both into this ss, leaving Ding Suzhu unable to react.
Xia Xi chewed on the popcorn in her mouth, without swallowing, "It’s about how, in the most dangerous situations, people make the most ’rational’ choices. This choice, you may not want to see, but it’s the most effective."
She enjoys testing human nature in this way, and the effect is direct, achieving her goal in a very short ti.
Ding Suzhu was still lost in thought, bit her lip, and stopped talking.
Deep inside, she was eager to see what rational choice Ma Zongyu would make and how things would unfold.
It was as if they were watching a movie now, observing the situation unfolding before them.
Only, the protagonist in the movie was her husband.
At this mont.
Song Zihua on the screen moved, extinguishing the cigarette fiercely in the ashtray, saying, "According to this, Ma is out of money? No money, that’s easy to solve, just bring your life!"
As the words hit the ground, Song Zihua’s face was dim and filled with a killing aura. The whole place fell into dead silence, everyone around kept their mouths shut, not daring to speak.
They held their breath, not daring to make a sound, fearing Song Zihua would erupt in anger at any mont, directing his wrath onto them.
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