Cheng Rouyin heard her husband's words unexpectedly and asked curiously, "Who do you want to repay you? That dead girl, Lin Banxia?"
"I truly regret not taking action to collect the debt when she married Huo Yanting." Lin Kunhuai grew more resentful the more he thought about it.
Cheng Rouyin sneered, "I always told you she wasn't cut out to be a young mistress. Just look at her—two months into the marriage, she's already been kicked out. Now she's become an abandoned wife; how much do you think she's worth?"
"She's worthless, but I still want to make her pay." Lin Kunhuai gritted his teeth in hatred.
"Darling, maybe that dead girl does have money. After divorcing Huo Yanting, she must have taken quite a bit. I'll find her one day, tell her about her background, and make her cough up the money." Cheng Rouyin's life was tight these days. Her husband's company was no longer profitable, and even the expenses for her and her daughter's daily needs had been cut back.
