Zhan Bei Jue thought she would feel better seeing the card, but she took it, flipped through it, frowned, and threw it back.
"Who cares about swiping your broken card? Do you think I'm like those parasites who only know how to buy cars, houses, and bags?"
"I don't want to use a credit card; I want real money! Transfer it to me, transfer all the money you owe me to my account!"
Jiang Nan Fang was too cunning; even when drunk, her intelligence was online.
Zhan Bei Jue was speechless for two seconds.
"It's not that I won't transfer it to you, but the bank is closed now, so I can't transfer it."
"How about this, you get up first. When work starts on Monday, I'll immediately..."
"Why should I believe you? What if you run away tomorrow morning? I can't find you at the company, and you won't answer your phone. What if you default?"
Looking at her, who was groggy but clear about financial matters, Zhan Bei Jue suddenly couldn't help but laugh.
"Then what do you suggest? I really can't transfer it now. How about I use myself as collateral?"
"What do you mean, use yourself as collateral? Use this body of yours as collateral for me?"
"My soul can come along too."
Jiang Nan Fang seemed to hear a joke, tilted her head back, and laughed twice. She lifted her foot and tapped his nose with her toe.
"Why didn't I realize you were so humorous before? Mortgage your soul to me? Your soul is so dirty, is it worth anything?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Transfer it quickly!"
Zhan Bei Jue had a headache. "Wife, it's not that I won't transfer it to you, it's that I really can't."
"Other than money, say anything else. Whatever I can give you now, I'll give it to you immediately. Can you please get up from the ground?"
"If you don't transfer it to me, I won't get up!"
Jiang Nan Fang seemed to have finally found a way to threaten him.
With a gulp, she lay down on the ground, letting every inch of her skin touch the cold floor.
Seeing her foolishness, Zhan Bei Jue's heart pounded.
"Jiang Nan Fang, if you make yourself sick, who will take care of the children?"
"I'll write you an IOU. Name your price, get up, I'll write you a check, however much you want, I'll give it to you, okay?"
Jiang Nan Fang, with a triumphant look, lifted her head from the ground.
"Are you serious?"
Fortunately, he had his checkbook with him. Zhan Bei Jue took it out, along with a pen provided by the hotel.
"Name your price, I'll write it now."
To be honest, Jiang Nan Fang hadn't decided how much money to ask for.
It was just out of hatred for him that she felt the more, the better.
When the opportunity was truly presented to her, she hesitated again.
She leaned her head forward, her eyes hazy, and used her beautiful fingers to point at the denomination units on the checkbook.
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands... billions. Fill in a nine in each box. Fill all these boxes for me."
So she wanted nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine, just one dollar short of ten billion.
Although Zhan Bei Jue was wealthy, his assets were tied up in real estate and company stocks, and he wouldn't have so much liquid cash on hand.
However, since his wife wanted it, he would give it to her even if it meant selling everything he owned.
"Are you sure you want this much?"
Jiang Nan Fang felt she had said enough.
Wasn't filling in every box enough?
"Yes."
He lowered his head and wrote on the paper without hesitation.
He stamped his personal seal and handed her the check.
"Get up quickly. Go take a bath."
Jiang Nan Fang took the check, her eyes dazed as she looked at it again and again.
So many nines?
She couldn't even count them.
She had struck it rich, and Zhan Bei Jue still had some humanity!
She carefully folded the check, placed it into a non-existent box on the coffee table, closed it, and then shakily stood up.
"I've settled my accounts with you. From now on, whatever you do has nothing to do with me. You can leave, I'm going to sleep."
Her words were tough, but her legs wouldn't obey.
She stood for a moment but couldn't stay up. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell face-first onto the floor.
Fortunately, Zhan Bei Jue caught her from behind.
She definitely couldn't bathe herself like this; she might accidentally drown in the bathtub.
Zhan Bei Jue simply picked her up.
"I'll take you there."
His arms were so strong, his chest so firm, and his scent so pleasant.
Being held in his arms felt so good.
As she sank into him, Jiang Nan Fang, pathetically, immediately thought of their countless embraces in the past.
She still liked this embrace as much as before, but unfortunately...
"No, let go of me, I don't need you to hold me... Stay away from me..."
Zhan Bei Jue looked at her, her words contradicting her actions, and felt a tickle in his heart. He leaned down and kissed her.
"Don't be stubborn. Your hands and feet are more honest than your mouth."
As if afraid of falling, the moment he picked her up, her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck.
Because she loved this embrace so much, her toes also curled up happily.
Zhan Bei Jue saw her small movements clearly, and there was no denying it.
After the kiss, without waiting for her to argue further, Zhan Bei Jue carried her into the guest bathroom.
Her head was spinning, her feet were weak, and as he put her down, she instinctively reached for something to hold onto.
Zhan Bei Jue offered himself as her support.
While she was disoriented, he turned on the showerhead above.
Jiang Nan Fang, like a large baby, was attended to by him, washed thoroughly from head to toe.
Finally, in a daze, she returned to bed wrapped in a bath towel.
Zhan Bei Jue's clothes were soaked. At this moment, he couldn't leave.
Looking at his lover, whom he hadn't touched in a long time, thoughts surged and surged, but he ultimately restrained himself.
Such matters should always be consensual.
Until Jiang Nan Fang explicitly forgave him, he would never take that step.
He awkwardly operated the washing machine, washed the clothes for six people, big and small, and threw them into the dryer.
Then, dragging his tired body, he lay down beside Jiang Nan Fang.
The drunken Jiang Nan Fang slept more soundly than usual, her face and lips rosy, and a faint scent of alcohol emanating from her breath.
She looked like a delicious pastry.
Zhan Bei Jue held her carefully, and within two minutes, he too fell asleep.
While they slept soundly in the room, Zhou Jin Bei, in the room across the hall and unaware of the situation, was not as comfortable.
Worried about Jiang Nan Fang and worried that Zhan Bei Jue would do something inappropriate, after showering, she sat on the sofa and sent messages to Zhan Bei Jue, reminding him not to mess around and to talk things through.
However, she sent over a dozen messages and waited for more than an hour, but received no reply.
She overthought, worried, and couldn't sleep. She struggled until four in the morning, still without any sleepiness. She got up and tiptoed to Jiang Nan Fang's door.
She pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear any movement inside.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she leaned in, before she could hear anything, the door opened from the inside.
A dark figure suddenly appeared before her eyes. She thought she had seen a ghost and was so scared she opened her mouth to scream.
Zhan Bei Jue raised his hand and covered her mouth. "Don't scream. It's me."