Zhan Bei Jue thought she would feel better seeing the card, but when she took it, flipped it over, and looked at it, she threw it back with a frown.
"Who cares about 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 a credit card. I want cash! Transfer me the money, all the money you owe me, to my account!"
Jiang Nan Fang was too cunning; even when drunk, her intelligence was still online.
Zhan Bei Jue was speechless for two seconds.
"It's not that I won't transfer it, but the banks are closed now, and I can't transfer it."
"How about this, you get up first. When the banks open on Monday, I'll immediately..."
"Why should I trust you? What if you run away the moment I open my eyes tomorrow? If I can't find you at the company, and you don't answer your phone, what if you default on the debt?"
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 mortgage myself to you?"
"What do you mean, mortgage yourself to me? Mortgage this body of yours to me?"
"My soul can be included."
Jiang Nan Fang seemed to hear a joke. She threw her head back and laughed twice, then lifted her leg and tapped the tip of her toe on his nose.
"Why didn't I realize you were so humorous before? Mortgage your soul to me? Is your soul that dirty, is it worth anything?"
"Stop the nonsense. Transfer it quickly!"
Zhan Bei Jue felt a headache coming on. "Wife, it's not that I don't want to transfer it to you, it's just that I really can't."
"Apart from money, if you want anything else, I can give it to you immediately. Can you please get up from the ground now?"
"If you don't transfer it, 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, raised 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 figured out exactly how much money to ask for.
It was just out of hatred for him that she felt the more, the better.
Now that the opportunity was presented to her, she hesitated.
She leaned her head forward, her eyes blurry. With her delicate finger, she pointed at the monetary units on the checkbook.
"Tens, hundreds, thousands... billions. Fill in a nine in every single 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, which was just one dollar short of ten billion.
Although Zhan Bei Jue was wealthy, his net worth was tied up in real estate and company stocks. He wouldn't have this much liquid cash on hand.
However, since his wife wanted it, he would give it to her even if it meant selling everything.
"Are you sure you want this much?"
Jiang Nan Fang felt she had said enough.
Filling every box wasn't enough?
"Yes, I'm sure."
He lowered his head and wrote on the paper without hesitation.
After affixing his personal seal, he handed the check to her.
"Get up quickly. Go take a shower."
Jiang Nan Fang took the check, her eyes hazy as she looked at it repeatedly.
So many nines?
She couldn't even count them.
She had struck it rich! At least Zhan Bei Jue had some humanity!
She carefully folded the check, placed it into a non-existent box on the coffee table, closed it, and then swayed as she stood up.
"I've settled my accounts with you. From now on, whatever you do is none of my business. 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 gave out, and she almost fell face first onto the floor.
Fortunately, Zhan Bei Jue grabbed her from behind.
There was no way she could shower herself like this. She might accidentally drown in the bathtub.
Zhan Bei Jue simply picked her up horizontally.
"I'll take you there."
His arms were so strong, his chest so firm, and his scent was so pleasant.
Being cradled in his arms felt so good.
As she fell into his embrace, Jiang Nan Fang, without any pretense, immediately thought of their countless hugs in the past.
She still liked this embrace as much as before, but unfortunately...
"No, let me go, 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 arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.
Because she liked 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, holding her, rushed into the guest bathroom.
Her head was spinning, and her feet felt weak. When he placed her on the ground, she instinctively reached out for something to hold onto.
Zhan Bei Jue offered himself as her support.
Taking advantage of her dazed state, he turned on the showerhead above.
Jiang Nan Fang, like a large baby, was attended to by him, washed clean from head to toe.
Finally, in a daze, she was wrapped in a towel and returned to bed.
Zhan Bei Jue's clothes were completely soaked, and he couldn't leave at this moment.
Looking at his lover, whom he hadn't touched in a long time, thoughts surged again and again, but he ultimately held back.
These kinds of things always required mutual consent.
Until Jiang Nan Fang explicitly forgave him, he would never take that step.
He unskillfully operated the washing machine, washed all six people's clothes, big and small, and put them in the dryer.
Only then did he drag his tired body to lie down beside Jiang Nan Fang.
The drunk Jiang Nan Fang slept more soundly than usual. Her face and lips were flushed, and her breath carried a faint scent of alcohol.
She looked like a delicious pastry.
Zhan Bei Jue carefully held her, and within two minutes, he too drifted off to sleep.
While they were sleeping soundly in the room, Zhou Jin Bei, across the hall and unaware of the situation, wasn't as comfortable.
Worried about Jiang Nan Fang, and fearing that Zhan Bei Jue would do something inappropriate, she had been sitting on the sofa after showering, sending messages to Zhan Bei Jue, reminding him not to act rashly and to talk things out calmly.
However, after sending over ten messages and waiting for more than an hour, she hadn't received a single reply.
She overthought and worried, unable to sleep. She tossed and turned until four in the morning, still without any sleepiness. She finally got up and tiptoed to Jiang Nan Fang's door.
She pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear what was happening inside.
Just as she leaned against it, before she could hear anything, the door opened from the inside.
A dark figure suddenly appeared before her eyes. She thought she was seeing 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."