"He didn't come back all night?" Zhang Enyu was furious. Fang Zhiyi would always come home no matter how late he was busy, but he didn't come back at all yesterday. But then she thought, he must know that she would be unhappy, so he avoided her.

He also picked up that little bastard. Thinking of this, Zhang Enyu's face darkened again. He wanted to see how long he could hide.

To calm herself down, Zhang Enyu took Fang Nian out shopping after dinner.

She loves shopping; shopping is the only way she can forget her troubles.

“Choose whatever you like, Mom has money!” Zhang Enyu said to Fang Nian. Seeing Fang Nian’s worried look, Zhang Enyu thought her daughter was very sensible. “It’s okay, you can choose.”

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Fang Nian no longer held back and tried on several more outfits.

"Your card is frozen?" Zhang Enyu, who was about to pay, looked at the cashier's polite smile. "How could that be! I've always used this card!"

Fang Nian was also a little stunned. She had just picked out a few pretty dresses, and her mother bought them for her without hesitation.

"It doesn't seem like it's frozen, it seems like... it's been reported lost." The store manager looked at Zhang Enyu, "Ma'am, how would you like to settle the bill now?"

There were other customers in the store, and they kept glancing over. Zhang Enyu panicked, "Report it lost? How could this be..."

"Mom, why don't we just not buy it?" Fang Nian advised. "We can buy it next time."

Zhang Enyu, however, fell for her act. Upon hearing this, her eyebrows shot up: "What do you mean we won't buy it! If others see us, they'll think we're poor! Buy it!" As she said this, she pulled out another card, which was her own. She would transfer some money into it whenever she had a spare card.

Watching the clerk swipe her card, Zhang Enyu felt a pang of heartache.

Fang Zhiyi! You actually reported your bank card as lost!

She was filled with anger and left the shop, taking a taxi straight to Fang Zhiyi's shop. She wanted to ask Fang Zhiyi if she could live like this anymore!

"No, that's enough."

Fang Zhiyi's calm words stunned her. Looking at Fang Yuran, who was dressed formally not far away, Zhang Enyu suddenly jumped up: "Fine! You're going to kick me out for a fake, aren't you?"

Fang Yuran, who was not far away, had her back to them, but she visibly froze.

Fang Zhiyi's face also darkened.

"If you can't speak properly, you don't have to." He stared intently at Zhang Enyu.

"I'll say it! What, Fang Zhiyi, you were penniless when I married you..."

"When you married me, wasn't it because you liked that I had a little money? You even asked for a lot of dowry."

"Uh...so what! All these years I've taken care of the household for you, while you've been out there..."

"Managing the household?" Fang Zhiyi pulled open a drawer and slammed a stack of expense records on the table. "Who manages the household and spends so much money?"

"You, you investigated me!" Zhang Enyu was clearly panicked. "You heartless man!"

Fang Zhiyi spread her hands: "You want to bring up old grievances? I did. Now that you can't argue with me, you start being unreasonable, right?"

"I'm unreasonable? You bastard! You, you abandon your own daughter and choose that bastard! For her you actually..."