Hearing Zhou Yucui's words, Qin Xi was furious: "Mom, when did I ever say I wanted to divorce him? Even if he really has a lot of money, it has nothing to do with me."
After throwing down these words, Qin Xi turned and left.
Zhou Yucui stood frozen for a long moment before suddenly turning to Qin Dawei, who was reading a newspaper, and roared angrily: "All you do all day is read the newspaper! What kind of attitude is that from your daughter? And you don't even care?"
*Slap!*
Qin Dawei slammed the newspaper onto the coffee table and snapped, "Even now, you still don't get it? Yang Chen isn't the useless waste he was back then. Do you really think Su Chengwu was polite to you because of who you are? If it weren't for the so-called 'useless' man you keep insulting, would Su Chengwu even know you exist?"
Zhou Yucui's eyes widened in shock. First, Qin Xi had yelled at her, and now even her usually obedient husband dared to raise his voice at her.
"What kind of sins did I commit in my past life to end up with a husband and daughter like you? I can't go on like this..." Zhou Yucui suddenly burst into loud sobs.
Qin Dawei, finding it all too irritating, turned and went back to his room, leaving Zhou Yucui alone in the living room.
"I don't care what your relationship with Su Chengwu is. All I know is that you're still a worthless loser. I'll make sure you leave this marriage with nothing!"
With no one else around, Zhou Yucui dropped her act, her face twisting with malice.
At the summit of Yunfeng, the most luxurious mansion in all of Jiangzhou stood atop Jiucheng Mountain. A single winding road led from the base of the mountain to the peak, serving only this grand estate.
At that moment, a figure stood with his hands behind his back before a massive floor-to-ceiling window, taking in the panoramic night view of Jiangzhou.
"It's time to stir the pot for the Qin family," Yang Chen murmured.
He then dialed a number and issued an order: "Create some trouble for the Qin family."
"Yes, Chairman!" came the immediate reply on the other end.
Early the next morning, just as the Qin family's patriarch had gotten out of bed, someone barged into his room without knocking.
"Grandpa, something terrible has happened!" Qin Fei's face was deathly pale.
"Making such a fuss is unbecoming!"
The old man scolded sternly before continuing, "I've taught you since childhood that no matter what happens, you must never panic. If you don't change this reckless temperament of yours, how can I ever entrust the family to you?"
"Grandpa, this is a real disaster! The factory has been sealed and forced to halt production," Qin Fei said frantically.
The Qin patriarch, who had just been lecturing about composure, could no longer stay calm. He shot to his feet and bellowed, "The factory is shut down? What on earth happened?"
Qin Fei shook his head. "I came to tell you as soon as I got the news. It's not just the factory—the bank also called, saying our company is on the verge of collapse. We have to repay the loan by the end of today, or they'll sue us."
Hearing this, the old man felt a dull roar in his head, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Grandpa!" Qin Fei cried out in alarm, rushing to steady the swaying patriarch.
"This has to be someone targeting us from behind the scenes. Otherwise, why would the factory suddenly be shut down? And why would the bank demand repayment out of the blue?" After a long pause, the Qin patriarch regained his senses, his mind sharpening.
Qin Fei gritted his teeth. "We have no inventory on hand, and most of our capital is tied up in raw materials. With the factory shut down, the losses will be massive. On top of that, our partners will come demanding their orders. If we can't deliver, they won't just cancel their contracts—they'll demand hefty compensation for breach of contract. Grandpa, the Qin family is truly finished!"
*Slap!*
The old man struck Qin Fei across the face and roared, "How dare you speak such defeatist words before the final moment? If I handed the family to you now, would you just give up on the Qins?"