Su Hongyi and Zhou Meijuan both felt a chill shoot straight up to the tops of their heads!
The two of them scrambled and stumbled toward the basement.
By the time Su Wanxing and the others arrived right behind them, they were already standing inside.
There was a huge hole smashed through the wall, bricks scattered all over the floor.
Inside the hole—there was nothing.
Completely empty.
Su Hongyi rubbed his eyes again and again, but no matter how he looked, everything was truly gone.
Zhou Meijuan collapsed onto the floor, wailing loudly. “It’s gone! Everything’s gone! All the money I hid for half my life—it’s all gone…”
Su Hongyi clenched his fists and looked up at the sky, roaring, “Which damned bastard was it?! Who stole my Su family’s fortune—!”
Su Yaozu panicked. “Dad… are you saying our family assets… were all stolen?”
Su Wanxing also pretended to wipe away a couple of tears and sobbed, “Call the police!”
The police arrived quickly. After a round of investigation, they found a lighter hidden behind the curtains in Su Hongyi and Zhou Meijuan’s bedroom.
The lighter was very distinctive—antique-bronze metal, intricate patterns, and foreign lettering that didn’t match domestic aesthetics at all. There was also a single character engraved on the bottom: “才” (Cai).
The police said this lighter was very likely left behind by the perpetrator.
Zhou Meijuan shuddered violently, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Th-this… wasn’t this Zhang Maocai’s lighter?
Last year, when she went abroad on vacation, she had deliberately bought it as a gift for Zhang Maocai. To show her affection, she had even had the character engraved.
Su Hongyi recognized the lighter as well.
The year before last, when he had gone abroad on a business trip, he had fallen in love with that lighter at first sight. The style was unique—something you couldn’t find domestically.
But the shop only had one, and it had already been reserved by someone else.
Coincidentally, Zhou Meijuan had gone abroad on vacation the following year, and he had specifically told her to keep an eye out for that lighter.
When she returned, she told him it was gone.
He had regretted it for a long time back then.
Now it seemed it hadn’t been gone at all—she just hadn’t brought it back for him!
The more Su Hongyi thought about it, the angrier he became. Just as he was about to speak, Su Yaozu suddenly shouted, “I recognize this lighter! It belongs to Zhang Maocai, the accountant at our textile factory!”
Although he and Zhang Maocai were close—often slinging arms around each other and getting along well—that meant nothing compared to the Su family’s fortune!
The police quickly brought Zhang Maocai in.
Su Yaozu rushed up and punched him square in the face!
The police pulled him back, but he still struggled violently, trying to hit Zhang Maocai again. “Zhang Maocai, you bastard! I treated you like my own brother, and you stole my entire family fortune!”
“You’ve got a death wish, daring to hit your—” Zhang Maocai exploded in anger. Of all people to hit him, it had to be his own son!
That’s right—he and Zhou Meijuan had been having an affair for years. Su Xueqing and Su Yaozu were both his children!
But this secret was known only to him and Zhou Meijuan.
Seeing Zhou Meijuan frantically signaling him with her eyes, he could only shut his mouth. His expression, however, was extremely complicated—resentful, furious, and ultimately restrained.
After police questioning, Zhang Maocai finally learned that the Su family had been completely cleaned out. He was stunned.
At this moment, Su Yaozu wished he could skin him alive.
Pointing at the lighter, he shouted, “The evidence is right here! You still won’t confess?! Where did you hide everything?!”
Zhang Maocai suppressed his anger and turned his head away. “I didn’t do it.”
“You’re still pretending!” Su Yaozu charged forward and kicked him again!
The police dragged him back. Still furious, Su Yaozu yelled, “Officer, scum like this deserves to be shot!”
Zhang Maocai wanted to explain himself, but in the end, for his son’s sake, he stayed silent.
Su Wanxing “kindly” reminded him, “Accountant Zhang, if you didn’t do this, then are you saying we emptied our own house just to frame you?”
The words sounded absurd, but Zhang Maocai couldn’t laugh.
He suddenly looked at Zhou Meijuan, who was standing to the side with a guilty, evasive gaze.
Recently, he had brought up several times the idea of transferring most of the Su family’s assets to himself, but Zhou Meijuan had always urged him not to rush, saying she was afraid Su Hongyi would notice.
He had also seen Zhou Meijuan acting intimate with Su Hongyi on several occasions!
Now that he thought about it, maybe Zhou Meijuan was the one who had done it!
Su Wanxing deliberately asked, “Officer, for a home burglary involving such a huge sum, how many years would the sentence be?”
The police replied, “That depends on the exact amount, but judging by your Su family’s assets… it’s very possible the culprit could be sentenced to death.”
The moment Zhang Maocai heard the words “sentenced to death,” his legs went weak.
He hurriedly looked at Zhou Meijuan, hoping she would speak up for him.
But Zhou Meijuan didn’t even look at him, still immersed in her own misery.
That only made Zhang Maocai more convinced that Zhou Meijuan had done it!
When the police moved to take Zhang Maocai away, he struggled desperately and screamed himself hoarse. “It was her! Officer! Zhou Meijuan was the one who instructed me!”
“She said the Su family was finished and told me to work with her to steal everything valuable and run away with the money! I—I’ve been having an affair with her for years! She was the one who seduced me! That lighter was her token of love to me!”
Boom—
Zhou Meijuan felt as if thunder had struck her head!
Su Hongyi slapped her across the face on the spot!
Ignoring the pain, Zhou Meijuan desperately tried to explain, “Old Su, don’t listen to his nonsense! Everything I did was for this family…”
Zhang Maocai sneered. “Stop pretending. I even know you have a mole on the left side of your butt—”
Zhou Meijuan’s old face flushed red. She lunged at Zhang Maocai, wishing she could rip his mouth apart. “You damned beast! How dare you slander me!”
But the harder Zhou Meijuan tried to prove her innocence, the more convinced Zhang Maocai became that she was trying to swallow the Su family’s fortune all by herself.
Watching the two of them being pulled apart by the police, Su Hongyi felt his face was utterly unsalvageable.
The same went for Su Xueqing and Su Yaozu—they felt utterly humiliated and, for a moment, even forgot to help Zhou Meijuan.
Zhou Meijuan and Zhang Maocai continued to curse at each other, but as the shouting went on, Zhou Meijuan also sensed Zhang Maocai’s cruelty and cold indifference.
Their years-long secret “husband-and-wife” relationship meant absolutely nothing.
That only made her even more convinced that Zhang Maocai was the one who had done it!
Su Hongyi looked at the pair of adulterers and felt a sickly sweetness rise in his throat.
What marital affection, what family dignity—everything had turned into a colossal joke!
“Enough—!”
Su Hongyi let out a furious roar, grief-stricken to the extreme. “Divorce! Zhou Meijuan, I’m divorcing you! Right now! Immediately! Get out of the Su family! Get out—!”
The police handcuffed both Zhang Maocai and Zhou Meijuan. “Please come with us to cooperate with the investigation!”
“I… I really didn’t…”
Zhou Meijuan’s hair was disheveled as she kept turning her head back, looking at her two children.
Su Xueqing couldn’t bear it and cried out, “Mom,” wanting to chase after her.
Su Hongyi stood with his hands behind his back and said coldly, “If you dare chase after her, you can get out of the Su family too!”
Su Xueqing stopped in her tracks and could only stand there with Su Yaozu, tears streaming down their faces, watching Zhou Meijuan being taken away.
Off to the side, Su Wanxing was very satisfied with how things had turned out. But this was only the first step—she still hadn’t taken over the Su family’s textile factory.
And Zhou Meijuan’s fate was far from over!
At the doorway, Zhou Meijuan finally regained some composure. She suddenly twisted her head around and stared viciously at Su Wanxing.
“Su Wanxing! It was you! It had to be you, you little bitch, behind all this! You won’t die a good death!”
Su Wanxing walked up to her and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Fine. I’ll wait.”
“The debts from my previous life—I’ll settle them with you, one by one…”
Zhou Meijuan’s pupils shrank sharply. She froze for a moment, staring at Su Wanxing in disbelief.
“What did you say… previous life? Could it be that you also…”