Wen Zhi said calmly, "Then I'll use your name and send the video to the owner of the bar where you went gambling. I'll threaten him. Blackmail him. Tell me—how many people who dare to run an illegal casino are decent folks? If they want a few desperate men to get rid of you… wouldn't that be effortless?"
Xu Wan turned her head in disbelief, staring at this young woman whose eyes were sharp with ruthless resolve. She swallowed hard before forcing out, after a long pause, "Do you think I won't clarify things?"
"Clarify?" Wen Zhi laughed softly. "Do you have any evidence? And even if they really come after me, I can always say it was you who told me to do it."
"You—!"
Wen Zhi stepped away from her, retreating two paces. A provocative smile curved her lips. "Clean it up. Right now."
After shooting Xu Wan a cold glance, she turned with pride and walked back to the sofa, sitting down gracefully.
Thinking of her current situation, Xu Wan felt a chill run down her spine. If the casino boss really set his sights on her, it would be disastrous…
She knew the truth well enough—no wise person suffers unnecessary losses. Grinding her teeth, she endured it. She actually picked up the broom from the bathroom and started cleaning.
Mo Tingyan was stunned.
This was the first time in his life he had ever seen Xu Wan—who never reasoned with anyone—be completely pinned down like this.
He turned and quickly sat beside Wen Zhi, draping an arm around her shoulders and leaning in close to her ear. His voice was low and amused.
"My dear palm jewel is truly… fierce and magnificent."
Wen Zhi shook off his hand without hesitation and shot him a glare. "Stop fooling around. I haven't settled the one-million account with you yet!"
That wasn't one hundred, or ten thousand.
It was one million.
They were already carrying over two million in mortgage debt—and he had casually thrown away another million?
When would they ever save that kind of money again?
A prodigal, good-for-nothing man!
After more than ten minutes, Xu Wan finally dragged herself out.
Still seething inside, she cast Wen Zhi a sideways glance and was about to sit on the sofa when Wen Zhi lifted her leg and kicked the small four-legged stool by the coffee table straight in front of her.
Her voice was icy. "That's where you sit."
"You—!"
Wen Zhi raised her brows, said nothing, and only stared at her coldly.
Xu Wan clenched her jaw. Fine!
She sat down.
Wen Zhi bent over, opened the drawer, pulled out a sheet of stationery and a pen, and tossed them onto the coffee table.
"Write an IOU."
Xu Wan exploded. "Write my ass! I'm not writing anything!"
Wen Zhi didn't rush her. She crossed her legs casually, her whole body radiating a cold, arrogant authority.
"The one million Mo Tingyan gave you—I didn't know about it. I don't care how you spent it. Pay it back to me."
Xu Wan glared at her and shouted, "That was my son being filial! What right do you—"
Wen Zhi cut her off sharply.
"Are you deaf? I just told you—because he's married to me. Every cent he spends belongs half to me. That million includes five hundred thousand of my money. If you don't return it, I'll deal with my anger in my way."
As she spoke, she casually shook her phone.
Xu Wan was driven nearly insane by her. She turned to Mo Tingyan and snapped, "Where did you find such a vicious bitch?"
Mo Tingyan's face turned cold. "Watch your mouth."
Wen Zhi kicked the corner of the table and barked, "Enough nonsense. Write."
Xu Wan roared, "I don't have money!"
"No money? That's fine." Wen Zhi smiled lightly and tapped the paper.
"In a normal family, children support their parents. Let's say Mo Tingyan gives you thirty thousand a year. One million, with interest—that's thirty-five years. Write it clearly: within thirty-five years, your financial support relationship is settled and cleared."
Xu Wan threw down the pen furiously. "In your dreams! I don't have a job. If he doesn't give me money, do you expect me to starve?"
"You already got the money. You gambled it away. Whether you starve or not has nothing to do with me." Wen Zhi's eyes were cold.
"And if you really die, I won't stop him from collecting your body. Let me be clear—this is my bottom line. I hate anyone touching my money. If you don't write this statement, I swear I'll ruin you until you're left dead in the streets."
"You… you're a poisonous woman!"
Wen Zhi lifted her beautiful brows with a teasing curve. "Thank you for the compliment."
Xu Wan was on the verge of collapse. She gritted her teeth, endured it again and again. In the end, fear of death won out.
She wrote the statement, slapped it onto the table.
Wen Zhi picked it up, glanced through it, then tossed it to Mo Tingyan.
"Sign it. Tomorrow, take your transfer records and get it notarized. If she dares make trouble in front of me again, we'll see each other in court."
Mo Tingyan didn't dare provoke this little tigress. He signed immediately.
Wen Zhi put the statement away, then shot him an unhappy look.
"Why are you still sitting here? Our leftovers clearly aren't to your mother's taste. Why don't you hurry up and send her out?"
Xu Wan was so furious she didn't want to stay another second. She stood up and stormed out.
Mo Tingyan watched Wen Zhi, the corner of his lips lifting.
His girl really was something else.
He stood up and went to "see her off."
The moment they stepped outside, Xu Wan began cursing loudly.
"You dare marry such a woman? She's got nothing but a face! You're insane—"
Mo Tingyan had already shed the deliberate appeasement he showed in front of Wen Zhi. Disgust filled his handsome face, his voice icy and merciless.
"Say one more bad word about her, and I'll have someone throw you back into the mental hospital. The fees? I can still afford those."
Xu Wan clenched her teeth and stepped into the elevator with a snort.
Downstairs, she spread her hands irritably. "I don't have a single cent on me. Give me some money. I need to eat."
Mo Tingyan looked at her and recalled Wen Zhi's words. His brows lifted slightly.
"From now on, you won't get a penny of my money. And our leftovers are none of your business either. But…"
He paused, smiling faintly.
"Since the Mo family let you out, they probably won't begrudge you a meal."
Xu Wan's eyes shifted. "You want me to go ask the Mo family for money?"
"I didn't say anything." His voice was calm.
"I'm just saying—if the story of how that old bitch locked you in a mental hospital out of jealousy gets exposed… would the Mo family still be able to do business?"
Xu Wan understood instantly.
When it came to underhanded tricks, no one was better than her.
She shot Mo Tingyan a look and cursed viciously, "If I'd known you'd grow up to be such a henpecked loser, I should've beaten you to death when you were little!"
With that, she turned and left.
Mo Tingyan stared at her retreating figure, memories of his shattered childhood flashing through his mind.
His fists clenched tightly. He closed his eyes, forcing the memories down.
Five minutes later, once the turbulence in his heart finally settled, he concealed all his emotions, turned around, and rushed upstairs.
His wife was furious.
The consequences were severe.
He had to hurry back—
And coax his wife.