"My husband is back. If you don't want your family to know about your stock speculation, leave now!"

Except for the one who was getting a divorce, several other people, including Yi Ling, followed Shen Hongmei in stock trading without the knowledge of their husbands and in-laws.

It is conceivable that if their husbands and parents-in-law knew that they had lost all the family savings, their fate would probably not be any better.

"Let's go, what are you still standing there for?"

Seeing that Zhao Dafa had already entered the door, Shen Hongmei couldn't help but growl.

Yi Ling didn't want the situation to get to the point where it couldn't be resolved, so she had to reluctantly ask everyone to leave.

After arriving downstairs and greeting Zhao Dafa, Yi Ling turned to Shen Hongmei and said, "Hongmei, you must take to heart what I told you upstairs before. We are waiting for your good news."

In front of Zhao Dafa, Shen Hongmei had to force a smile: "Okay, I will."

After personally seeing Yi Ling and the others off, Shen Hongmei returned to the living room.

There was no sign of Zhao Dafa in the living room, so she calmed down before going to the second floor to look for him.

In the bedroom.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the door of the middle closet was open. The hanging clothes were piled on the bed, revealing the safe hidden behind the closet.

Zhao Dafa squatted in front of the safe, apparently counting his belongings.

Shen Hongmei stared at him blankly, and after a while she finally called out, "Brother Zhao."

Zhao Dafa glanced at her and explained, "The company is having financial difficulties, so I'm going to use the money from home for the time being."

Shen Hongmei walked up to him and slowly squatted down, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Zhao Dafa did not answer, but asked Yi Ling and the others: "Why did they come to you?"

When she was downstairs, Shen Hongmei had already thought of an excuse to deal with the situation, but when she met Zhao Dafa's sharp eyes, she couldn't help feeling uneasy, and the words she had prepared were stuck.

"I, they learned how to trade stocks from me before, but the market has been bad recently and they lost all their money. They came to me for an explanation. But it's not my fault. They took the initiative to trade stocks. I reminded them but they didn't listen."

Zhao Dafa lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before he asked her, "Hongmei, ask yourself, do you really have no responsibility at all?"

Shen Hongmei couldn't help but feel wronged: "If I had known this would be the result, I would definitely not have taken them to stock trading, but now that things have come to this, what can I do?"

Zhao Dafa raised his head and sighed deeply, then turned around tiredly and sat down against the closet door.

In a gentle tone, she said to Shen Hongmei, "Mingzhu warned you that stock trading is risky, but you didn't listen and dragged them into it. Have you ever thought for a second whether they can afford to lose? If they lose, what will happen to them?"

"I reminded you later to sell your stocks, why didn't you listen? Did you remind them to quit while they were ahead?"

"You clearly had many chances, but you didn't seize them once. Do you really think you have no responsibility at all?"

Shen Hongmei may not be unaware that she has a great responsibility towards Yi Ling and the others.

It was her vanity, self-righteousness and desire to be in the limelight that led to the current situation.

She just didn't want to face it, or she couldn't bear the responsibility.

Now that her thoughts were revealed by Zhao Dafa, she felt ashamed and embarrassed.

"Brother Zhao, this is all my fault. I don't know why I became like this. I overestimated myself. I ruined everything. I really don't know what to do. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Looking at his wife crying and repenting, Zhao Dafa took out his cigarette case with a melancholy look, lit a cigarette, leaned against the cabinet door and smoked slowly.

After marrying Shen Hongmei, his career became more and more successful. He once thought that it was Shen Hongmei who brought him good luck and that he finally married the right person.

It was not until a few days ago that he realized that all his smooth sailing over the years was due to the kindness of Shen Mingzhu.

If you ask him who he envies the most in his life, it would naturally be Pei Yang.

In fact, he had envied Pei Yang a long time ago, and envied Pei Yang for marrying a wife who was both smart and capable and knowledgeable and interesting.

There should be no man who doesn't envy Pei Yang.

Zhao Yun sat on the bed in his room, feeling extremely depressed.

He ran back excitedly, intending to talk to Zhao Dafa about company matters, but unexpectedly he saw the couple arguing.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Zhao Dafa came out of the bedroom carrying a bag of things. When he passed by Zhao Yun's room, he was surprised to see Zhao Yun there.

"When did you come back?"

"When you guys were arguing."

Zhao Dafa choked, stepped into the door, and closed it behind him. "Nonsense, we didn't have a fight."

"Mr. Zhao, you are a real man, how dare you do it but not admit it?"

"Don't ask about adults' affairs."

Zhao Dafa put his handbag on the bed, took out his wallet, pulled out a picture of an old man's head, thought for a while and added another one, and handed them to him together.

"don't want."

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Seeing Zhao Yun's arrogant look, Zhao Dafa sneered, took out the last old man's head from his wallet, and handed over all the three hundred yuan he had.

"Are you still mad at your father? Take it!"

Zhao Yun glanced at his empty wallet and pushed his hand away. "I said no. I'm already grown up. I'll find a way to make money in the future. You don't have to worry about it."

Zhao Dafa was a little surprised, "How are you going to make money?"

Zhao Yun hooked the basketball from the rack and twirled it with his fingertips while saying, "I got foreign players to help them play basketball. I can get 50 points for winning a game."

Since entering high school, with his rapid improvement in basketball skills, many amateur teams have approached Zhao Yun, wanting him to help as a foreign aid, with remuneration ranging from thirty to fifty yuan.

It’s just that he had no shortage of money before, so he refused them all.

Things are different now. He can earn pocket money with his own abilities, which can reduce the burden on his family.

Seeing that his son was serious, Zhao Da was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

He looked down at the money in his hand and couldn't help but smile, but his nose felt slightly sour.

The son has grown up and knows how to share his father's worries.

He sat down, patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder, and asked teasingly, "Can you do it?"

"I can't say anything else, but it's more than enough to support you."

"Okay, I'll wait."

After a pause, he handed the three hundred yuan back to Zhao Yun, "Really?"

"don't want."

Zhao Dafa nodded and put the money back into his wallet. "Then I'll be out."

"Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Yun called out to Zhao Dafa who was about to leave, and said, "Do you want to divorce Aunt Hongmei?"

In the corridor outside the door.

A huge panic gripped Shen Hongmei tightly. She covered her mouth and squatted against the wall, tears falling to the ground like beads from a broken string.

In the room.

Hearing Zhao Yun's question, Zhao Da was stunned for a long time before speaking, "Who told you that?"

"I guess."

Zhao Yun stopped spinning the ball, as if waiting for Zhao Dafa's answer.

In (End of this chapter)