"What do you want? Don't forget, without the Wang family, would you have achieved what you have today?" Wang Xiuzhen didn't forget to bring up old grievances.

"My achievements now?" Jiang Jucai sneered. "Your only contribution is that dowry of 200,000 yuan. Have you done anything for this company? 200,000 yuan? Your handbag alone is worth 200,000 yuan, isn't it?"

Jiang Jucai's meaning was clear: over the years, Wang Xiuzhen and Jiang Xuanxuan's expenses were not far off, but not far off, which could have long since offset the mere 200,000 dowry.

"What do you want?" Wang Xiuzhen finally felt a little guilty. "The money's already spent, and I can't get it back!"

"Tell me, since you haven't contributed anything to this family, do I still need to support this spendthrift woman and your bastard child?" Jiang Jucai threatened, narrowing his eyes.

"You dare!"

"There's nothing I wouldn't dare to do!" Jiang Jucai glared at Wang Xiuzhen. "Either you do something for the Jiang family, or... you go back to your Wang family! I'll give you three days to think it over!"

Wang Xiuzhen remained silent. When Jiang Jucai returned to the study, the scales in her mind were constantly weighing the pros and cons.

She didn't really care about the Jiang family, except for their money. But returning to the Wang family would not only expose her infidelity to Jiang Jucai, causing her to lose face, but would also earn her the disdain of her parents.

Especially with the glamorous Wang Xiufen as a comparison, her parents, like her, had long been secretly comparing themselves to that family. How could they tolerate her being sent home?

Going back to the Wang family is absolutely out of the question; she's determined to stay at the Jiang family no matter what!

But what exactly was Jiang Jucai thinking when he said she needed to "contribute to the Jiang family"? What did he want her to do?

Completely baffled, Wang Xiuzhen had no choice but to ask Jiang Xuanxuan, who was more quick-witted than her, to see if she had any good ideas.