"Su Wanwan, are you that short of money?"
Jiang Shengjun sat on the small sofa in the VIP ward, smoking. He appeared extremely calm on the surface, but was actually very angry inside.
“If you need money, you can tell me. Why do you have to lower yourself to please the audience? I am your husband, and I will not abandon you!”
Su Wanwan cried, she cried very sadly.
Not wanting Jiang Shengjun to see her cry, she squatted down again, curled up, and hugged herself.
She didn't want it to be like this, but she was anxious every day because of her debts.
She repaid the debt not for her father, but to stop the debt collectors from threatening her mother.
"Su Wanwan!"
Jiang Shengjun's furious voice rang out, and Su Wanwan felt as if her eardrums were about to burst.
The next second.
Su Wanwan's phone was ringing with countless messages, interspersed with her sobs, which made Jiang Shengjun feel extremely distressed.
He snatched Su Wanwan's phone and slammed it against the wall opposite the bed.
With a loud "bang!", the phone was smashed in two, bounced off the wall, and landed on the ground, shattering into pieces instantly.
He grabbed Su Wanwan's shoulders with his strong hands and stood up, squeezing her shoulders until they ached.
His slightly reddened eyes were fixed on Su Wanwan: "Did you hear what I said? Are you blinded by money? Or do you have some unavoidable difficulties? Tell me honestly. How am I supposed to know what's wrong if you don't tell me?"
Su Wanwan looked up at him, and another scar appeared on her heart.
She knew that Jiang Shengjun cared about her.
But since she had decided to divorce Jiang Shengjun, Su Wanwan didn't want to say anything nice to him.
She wanted to use this incident to provoke Jiang Shengjun, saying, "Yes! I have no ulterior motives. I'm just a materialistic woman, blinded by money!"
Jiang Shengjun remained silent, his murderous aura engulfing Su Wanwan. "Do you still want to live?"
Although Su Wanwan felt guilty, she still confronted him head-on on the surface, her proud eyes filled with determination. But then she suddenly found it ridiculous, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips. "Ha! Nonsense! Why would I work so hard to earn so much money if I didn't want to live?"
Jiang Shengjun felt an urge to hit her, but with great restraint, he put Su Wanwan down and used everything on the table as an outlet for his anger.
He pointed at Su Wanwan: "You're hopeless. I know you're a performance major, and I even found you a script and a director. I never expected you to debase yourself like this! Who would watch your shows now!"
Su Wanwan stood in front of him, speaking with righteous indignation: "How did I demean myself! Mr. Jiang, I use my skills to earn the money I can earn. I didn't steal or rob. I just provided them with emotional value of happiness and joy in the live broadcast room!"
"You think you're providing emotional value, but you're my wife now. I'm afraid people will target you, so I announced our marriage certificate to the whole world! And you, Su Wanwan, you think it's cool to work hard, but have you ever considered my feelings, or the feelings of my family!"
Upon hearing this, tears welled up in Su Wanwan's eyes. Recalling her father's gambling debts, even with her eyes red, she would not show any mercy.
"Jiang Shengjun, I was never born to consider others. I don't love you, so naturally I won't consider you. As the saying goes, love extends to everything connected to the house. I don't love you, let alone your family. Our relationship was a transaction from the very beginning. You married me because you were pressured to get married, and I married you because I needed money. There was no love between us at all!"
Jiang Shengjun knew in his heart that his heart was biased towards her, but when he did not get positive feedback from Su Wanwan, the idea of locking her in his house for the rest of his life sprouted in his mind.
But he couldn't bear to hurt her, and he didn't like seeing her feeling restricted and unfree.
Seeing Su Wanwan like this, he picked up his phone and called Ah Q, holding the phone close to Su Wanwan's face.
"You like Ah Q, don't you? You go to him whenever you're in a bad mood, you go to him whenever something happens, but you never go to me!"
He looked at Su Wanwan, whose eyes were blurry with tears, and stood there with a hint of coldness. "Fine, very well! I'll give you a chance today. As long as he comes to pick you up, I'll let you leave and never bother you again!"
But no matter how many times they tried to call Ah Q, they couldn't get through.
Unbeknownst to them, Ah Q was already being tortured in the little white house surrounded by pink muhly grass in the suburbs.
Unable to get through to Ah Q by phone, Jiang Shengjun called Xiao K and asked him to come to the hospital.
As soon as Xiao K entered the room, she sensed the unfriendly atmosphere and asked seriously, "President, I shouldn't interfere in your and the young mistress's affairs. Perhaps I should just focus on my work and send you the documents I've prepared later..."
"Shut up!" Jiang Shengjun interrupted him.
Little K looked like she was "wronged!" and almost knelt down before him.
Give me your phone.
Little K obediently took out his phone.
Jiang Shengjun tried calling Ah Q, but still couldn't get through.
As a result, he raised his hand and smashed Xiao K's phone against the wall, turning another phone into pieces.
Little K: Seriously, my phone is suffering every day.
Jiang Shengjun was so angry that he didn't want to see Su Wanwan, but he couldn't bear to let her leave.
Once he opened his mouth, he could only resort to using Ah Q's words to slander her, "Look at you, Su Wanwan, Su Wanwan, he completely ignores you. I've called him so many times and he hasn't answered. I've given him chances, but he didn't want them!"
Little K politely left, not wanting to get involved in the matter, nor having the ability to do so.
Just as the two were at an impasse, Su Suqin called.
Jiang Shengjun's worst fears came one after another.
He tried his best to suppress his anger and softened his tone: "Hey, Grandma, what's wrong?"
Su Suqin cut to the chase, her voice slightly hoarse from coughing: "Please bring your pampered and willful wife home. I have something to discuss with you."
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