I had seen scenes like this countless times in dramas.
A rich family member arrives with a check. A desperate plea disguised as charity. A demand wrapped in money.
I just never imagined that one day, I'd be the woman sitting on the other side of the table.
The only difference was that instead of an evil mother-in-law, I had a father-in-law seated opposite me—cold, rigid, and looking at me like something that had crawled out from the street and latched onto his family.
A blank check lay on the glossy café table between us, gleaming under the chandelier's soft light. Even Mo Yuzhen's mother had never done this to me in my past life.
In a strange, twisted way, it felt almost novel.
Mr. Su let out a sharp snort, breaking the silence. "You're with Su Ye only for his money, right?" He pushed the check closer to me with two fingers, as if he was afraid I might contaminate him.
"Write your price for leaving Su Ye."
