Chapter 222 Five Million US Dollars
He stared silently at the text message, his face expressionless.
Five million US dollars, that's outrageous!
We hadn't been in touch for days; turns out he'd been holding back a lot of news.
Does having so much money mean you're planning to run away?
Ruan Censhu discovered his ugly face and decided to stop letting him live off her.
I made a phone call right away; negotiations always have to be done.
It rang only once before being hung up.
Oh, it's too late. I have a sugar daddy with me, so it's inconvenient to answer the phone.
He chuckled silently and then dialed again.
Sure enough, it crashed again, even faster than before.
On her fourth call, she finally got through.
Yan Qihang lowered his voice and asked angrily, "Are you crazy? What are you doing making phone calls in the middle of the night?!"
"Didn't you send me the message in the middle of the night?" Yan Buyu asked back. "Oh, I forgot. I don't have a sugar daddy lying next to me, so I don't need to worry."
"You slut!" Yan Qihang cursed through gritted teeth. "I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. Just do as I said, five million US dollars, in cash. Bring it to me by yourself at eight o'clock tomorrow night."
"Have you gone mad from being in jail? Do you know how much five million US dollars is? Do you know how strictly the country controls personal deposits and withdrawals now? And you don't even let anyone know? I withdrew 100,000 and the bank called my home. When you're not busy serving your sugar daddy, why don't you watch the news more often?"
"You, you..."
"Slut?" Yan Buyu sneered, utterly contemptuous. "Any other words? I'm tired of hearing them."
"I don't care, I want that much. If you don't have enough money, you can make up the difference with jewelry! You've been in the Shen family for so many years, you must have made a lot of money, right? If you can't, you can steal Lan Xinyan's. Anyway, I want to see you come alone with money by 8 pm tomorrow night. If it's not enough, I'll release Lan Xinyan's nude photos. You can think about the influence of the Shen family now, what she will go through."
Yan Buyu's hand, which was resting on the blanket, suddenly clenched tightly into a fist.
She put the phone away, took a deep breath, and spoke again after catching her breath, "You think you can just say you have one? When you went in, didn't the police confiscate your phone? Besides, if you really had that kind of thing, my uncle wouldn't have just sent you to prison."
Yan Qihang was stunned for two seconds.
He then sneered, "Having been given a second chance at life, you've finally gotten a brain. I may not have one, but I can get someone to edit the image. What do you say then? Oh, you mean Photoshop?"
Even if it's not Lan Xinyan, so what?
So what if people can easily tell it's a fake picture?
He is a real ex-husband.
Then he'll add fuel to the fire and say some vulgar things.
The Shen family's reputation and Lan Xinyan's reputation were completely ruined.
The wealthy are different from ordinary people; even if they win a lawsuit, so what?
Wherever she goes in the future, people will point and whisper about her.
He remained silent, his face grim.
Yan Qihang was absolutely right.
I heard that at a banquet before, a lady's skirt was ripped off, revealing something she shouldn't have, and even now, people still make fun of it at gatherings.
The Shen family has been in Beijing for so many years, their wealth and status are beyond question.
However, they also have many more competitors eyeing them with envy.
If Yan Qihang reveals his identity, then just throw out a couple of composite images.
They will swarm in instantly, like sharks attracted by the smell of blood.
Even before the words are spoken, the negative impact of this matter will be maximized.
Yan Qihang's voice was low, tinged with a sinister laugh, "Why aren't you saying anything? You were quite talkative just now?"
“I don’t have that much money,” Yan Buyu said, ignoring his words. “I’ll give you as much as I can raise, all my jewelry and gold.”
“Five million US dollars, not a penny less,” Yan Qihang said smugly, his tone vulgar. “You don’t have money? Your man does, don’t you? Haven’t you slept with him? Just ask for more. In my past life, I sold you to an underground brothel for half a million. In this life, you’re glamorous and successful. Can’t you sell yourself for tens of millions?”
Underground brothels...
Yan Buyu thought he was going to take her to eat kidneys.
You're overestimating him.
“I don’t have time to waste with you,” Yan Qihang said in a lower voice. “Don’t call the police, don’t tell anyone. If you bring anyone here, I can send all the photos out with a click of my finger.”
He really has to thank social media for being so convenient these days.
It's a higher level than before he went in.
He stared blankly at his phone, speechless.
To call him a beast is an insult to beasts.
He has no bottom line; he's capable of anything.
So many people die in accidents every day, why can't a bolt of lightning strike him dead?
I checked the time; it was 1 a.m.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath.
I put my phone face down on the bedside table, turned off the light, put on an eye mask, and went to sleep.
My older brother said that girls should get more beauty sleep.
She's the most obedient one.
Yan Qihang hung up the phone and immediately deleted the message and call log.
Inside the room, Ruan Censhu was still calling his name softly.
"Qihang, Qihang, where are you?"
A hint of hatred flashed in Yan Qihang's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
He took a deep breath and transformed into the gentle and considerate husband, "Xiao Shu, I'm here."
Inside the bedroom, the bedside lamp was on. Ruan Censhu sat up, no longer sleepy. "Where did you go?"
"I went to the bathroom," Yan Qihang said, lifting a corner of the blanket. "I went to the guest bathroom so I wouldn't wake you. What? Are you scared if you don't see me when you wake up?"
Ruan Censhu rubbed her forehead. "I called you several times, but you ignored me. I got scared."
Yan Qihang pulled her into his arms and gently coaxed her, "Don't be afraid, you ate something a little cold tonight and got diarrhea. Now that I'm back, go to sleep."
“I’m not sleepy anymore,” Ruan Censhu rested her head on Yan Qihang’s shoulder, placed her hand on his lower abdomen, and gently swirled it around. “Qihang… how about we give it a try?”
Yan Qihang gritted his teeth and pressed down on her hand that was about to go down. "Xiao Shu, the doctor said your body still needs to be conditioned. Don't be impatient. Let's wait a little longer. Don't worry, I'm different from other men. They look down on you because you can't have children, but I won't. I will wait for you and give you time."
That old woman, her brain is completely scrambled.
At his age, he's still preoccupied with this kind of thing all the time.
But if he just endures it a little longer, just one last day, he'll get the money and be free.
That damned old woman can just live off that refrigerator full of Chinese medicine.
Ruan Censhu was not angry at all. Instead, she hugged him tightly and said, "Qihang, you are the best. I can't even do the most basic things a woman should do. Everyone dislikes me, but you don't. I really love you."
In the stillness of the night, a person's willpower is at its weakest.
Yan Qihang took the opportunity to brainwash Ruan Censhu for another two hours.
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