The moment he imagined Xue Yang's reaction to finding out all his hard work had been for naught—that he'd simply been doing all the work for someone else to take the credit—Su Jianqiang suddenly felt that the suffering he'd endured today was insignificant.
Bitch, once I make money, I won't even give you a second glance, even if you kneel and beg me to remarry. Once I have money, I'll be able to pick and choose from eighteen-year-old girls.
The house, which had felt so vast and empty before, was now filled with a satisfying silence. Su Jianqiang began to relish the feeling.
Zhong Hui, however, regretted her decision the moment she got downstairs with her luggage. Although Su Jianqiang was usually unreliable, he was still quite good to her. When she got angry, he would get scared and find ways to cheer her up.
