Previously, Guan Yumei used to talk about "wild men" all the time, but Su Dazhi didn't think much of it.

He only became truly worried when Su Ruyi moved out of the house and actually didn't come home at night.

He asked Su Tong to see Su Ruyi, but Su Tong said she had gone to take a shower.

Su Dazhi had limited time to take leave, so he had to rush to the supply and marketing cooperative first.

Upon hearing his words, Chen Weixing frowned: "Comrade Su, please keep your voice down."

After saying that, he got up, locked the door, returned to his chair, leaned back, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of tea, and then said, "I've been thinking about this for the past two days, and the age gap is still a bit too big! We probably won't get along very well! Young people should be more carefree!"

Su Dazhi's heart sank into an abyss. He quickly forced a smile and said, "Director Chen, my sixth daughter is very steady! Not frivolous at all!"

“It’s not a matter of whether I’m stable or not,” Chen Weixing said. “Actually, I was just about to come see you! I’ve just been so busy that I couldn’t get away. My relatives introduced me to someone more suitable, and we’re getting married soon.”

"..." Su Dazhi opened his mouth but couldn't say anything; his mind was completely blank.

Don't want Su Ruyi anymore?!

this……

This is so sudden!

Su Dazhi originally thought that once Chen Weixing married Su Ruyi, he would be able to do whatever he wanted in the steel rolling mill. A few days ago, he even gave his colleagues some hints about it!

These past few days, some people have been jokingly calling him "Director Su"!

And then there's Su Jin... Su Jin's official promotion... I thought it was a sure thing...

But now, everything has fallen through.

Su Ruyi...

This girl is really unlucky!

Guan Yumei was right, this guy really is a jinx!

For the first time, he felt that Guan Yumei was truly a prophet.

"Ahem!" Chen Weixing cleared his throat. "Comrade Su, please don't have any complaints. This was my fault to begin with. How about this, let's just call it even, as we agreed before! I won't take the two hundred yuan I spent on Ruyi's things. But you have to return the eight hundred yuan dowry to me!"

Su Dazhi felt his legs go weak: "Director Chen, I... my house was robbed, and now I have no money."

"Oh." Chen Weixing wasn't surprised at all. He took out a pen and paper: "Then write me an IOU. I'm not in a hurry to use the money, but I need something to prove it, right?"

Su Dazhi felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly picked up his pen.

"Don't write about Ruyi, just say it's a private debt! No interest!" Chen Weixing instructed.

Su Dazhi finished writing the IOU with trembling hands, pressed his fingerprint on it, and left Chen Weixing's office with a mournful face.

It’s over!

Everything is over!