"Take it! I bet you won't have a chance to see this much money in your lifetime."
Zhu Meihua clenched her teeth tightly, trying hard not to pour the boiling water over the other person. Growing up, even when she went to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution, she was never mocked so bluntly.
She absolutely could not swallow this humiliation.
She looked at the thick envelope on the table, her hands clenched into fists, then slowly relaxed, only to clench tightly again. In the end, she resisted the urge to throw the money in the other person's face; she didn't have the guts for that.
She was also aware of the harsh realities; she accepted the money, but the insults would be returned in full. She still held the biggest trump card, unwilling to use it until now.
Good steel should be used on the cutting edge, but she couldn't hold back any longer. She was eager to use it, to make Fu Shuzhen kneel before her.
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