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Ye Dawei's eyes lit up. He exchanged a glance with his wife, who smiled brightly at him after hearing that Ye Wenyu was willing to lend them money.
The couple felt a warm glow in their hearts, as if they had suddenly found a money tree or accidentally discovered a huge treasure trove, and that they would have no worries about the future!
Even if Ye Wenyu asked them to wait a while, they would wait a year, and they would wait willingly.
With mixed feelings, Ye Wenyu withdrew eight thousand yuan from a nearby ATM. Holding the thick wad of money in her hand, like a brick, she clutched it tightly and slowly walked toward her waiting father.
He wronged her. He abandoned her when she needed him most and never showed up, making her childhood and adolescence quite lonely.
She hates him!
Anger surged within her like molten lava, and she was like a volcano about to erupt.
So today we must get our revenge! Don't blame her; she never intended to approach him or humiliate him, but since he shamelessly came to her to borrow money, she shouldn't blame her for being ruthless.
If you repay evil with kindness, how will you repay kindness?
A strange smile appeared on Ye Wenyu's face, her heart filled with turbulent anger and pain.
She walked up to Ye Dawei and his wife and stopped, picked up a thick wad of Mao Zedong bills and waved it, and Ye Dawei reached out to take it.
Ye Wenyu took a step back, still clutching the money tightly in her hand. Her fingertips were red from gripping so tightly, a sign of stagnant blood flow.
Ye Dawei was stunned.
Ye Wenyu, as if wearing a mask, remained expressionless. She slowly said, "I can lend you this money, so you don't need to care how I lend it to you, okay? If you don't want to, then I won't lend it to you."
She discovered that after being with Lin Tingfeng, she became cunning, intelligent, and cold-blooded. She didn't know if it was for the better or for the worse, but regardless, she was currently feeling very happy and satisfied.
I remember once, when Lin Tingfeng had her by his side, he saw someone who angered him. His eyes were cold and distant, with endless darkness behind them, which chilled people to the bone.
Now, she wants to learn from him.
They were standing at the entrance of the residential complex, where security guards were on duty, residents were coming and going, and businesses were holding events. In short, there were many spectators, which achieved the effect she wanted.
Ye Dawei didn't understand what Ye Wenyu meant. His mind was entirely on the eight thousand yuan, so he nodded and immediately said, "I don't care, I don't care."
Ye Wenyu smiled and nodded, then said coldly, "Very well, then look, here's a hundred." She threw a hundred-yuan bill on the ground.
The red 100-yuan bill, like a leaf, slowly floated on the ground.
Ye Dawei was stunned and looked at Ye Wenyu in shock. He hadn't expected her to give him money in this way.
Ye Wenyu sneered, "You gave birth to me, but you're not my father! You were never there when I needed you most. Now that I'm grown up, I don't need you anymore. So, you've come here today to beg me, not the other way around. I'm going to lend you this money, counting it out bill by bill, without expecting anything in return. If you want it, you can kneel down and pick it up for me one bill at a time. If you don't want it, then fine, I won't lend this money out. Two hundred, three hundred—"
She threw a few more hundred-yuan bills on the ground. Autumn was approaching, and there were cool breezes in the air. The wind blew the bills, making them swirl and fall to the ground. Sometimes, when the wind was particularly strong, the bills would be blown far away, not far from the roadway. If she wasted time running into the roadway to pick up the money, it would be extremely dangerous to run back and forth in the traffic. If she didn't pick it up, watching so much money fly away would be heartbreaking.
Ye Dawei realized his daughter was humiliating him, and all the blood rushed to his face. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, veins bulging on his neck, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, but I gave birth to you after all. You can't treat me like this—"
Ye Wenyu said coldly, "Take it or leave it, four hundred, five hundred, six hundred—" and then threw down a few more bills.
Passersby, seeing someone scattering money on the ground, grew curious and a crowd slowly gathered, watching, discussing, and whispering amongst themselves. Her eyes were as cold as a thousand years old.
Ye Dawei's wife was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in circles.
Ye Wenyu stared at Ye Dawei, still slowly scattering money onto the ground, one bill at a time. The feeling of banknotes flying everywhere was like an autumn breeze sweeping away fallen leaves, or winter snowflakes dancing in the air.
Overwhelmed by immense humiliation, Ye Dawei's face was flushed, his neck bulged, and his body trembled; tears welled in his eyes. His wife, too, was flushed a deep purplish-red from anxiety and pain, but she continued to watch each large red banknote on the ground with bated breath, constantly worried that someone would pick them up.
Ye Wenyu said slowly to Ye Dawei, “You can choose not to take the money. Just turn around and leave. No one will stop you. You brought this all on yourself. You shouldn’t have ignored me when I was all alone and helpless, and then immediately came to me to borrow money when I had it. Have you ever thought about whether you deserve it?! Over the years, have you treated me and my mother fairly?! Do you know that when I was in college, I ran out of money and had to work four jobs to survive? I was so exhausted that I got sick and almost died on the street. Do you know any of this? No, you don’t know, because you don’t care at all!”
How exhilarating! No one had ever told her that revenge could be such a satisfying thing.
Ye Dawei stood frozen, staring at the ever-growing pile of hundred-yuan bills at his feet, a sea of red, so many that it seemed unreal—they were all counterfeit. The woman beside him watched as the wind picked up, several bills already blown far away. Thinking of her precious son's kindergarten tuition, she no longer cared about saving face or dignity. She shoved Ye Dawei hard and snapped, "Pick it up! This is real money! What's the point of saving face in front of our daughter?" She then crouched down and frantically picked up the money, terrified that if she didn't, the onlookers would try to take it from her.
For the poor, survival is incredibly difficult, so why bother with self-esteem? Can self-esteem put food on the table?
Reminded by his wife, Ye Dawei disregarded his pride, squatted down, and picked it up with lightning speed.
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