Xie Ran released Shen Qingya and walked aside.
“You don’t go out at home. Why are you spending money on hair? With this money, can’t you get medicine for my mother? Do you really think my money grows on trees? If you keep spending like this, you’ll drain the family fortune sooner or later.”
“Right now, go home immediately. Mom and your sister-in-law’s whole family are still waiting for you to cook. How can you cook after getting a manicure?”
At this moment, Su Xingnuo was sitting in a high-end restaurant, and a server had just served her a plate of caviar.
She hadn’t eaten like this in a long time.
Married to Xie Ran for three years, whenever she wanted to spend money, he always said to wait until the company stabilized before coming with him.
The food melted in her mouth, and the taste lifted her mood considerably.
Her phone continued to ring with Xie Ran’s furious voice, but she ignored it.
“Su Xingnuo, are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me? Cancel those membership cards immediately! Our family has many expenses, I don’t earn money for you to squander like this.”
Su Xingnuo swallowed the last bite of caviar, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and spoke calmly.
“We are husband and wife. Half of our joint property belongs to me. I’m spending my own money—why are you shouting?”
Xie Ran froze. “What do you mean ‘yours and mine’? The money is mine, the company is mine.”
Su Xingnuo, a housewife who knew nothing, wanted to claim part of his wealth.
“You think if we divorce, you’ll get half my money? Don’t dream.”
Su Xingnuo placed the napkin on the table.
“You spent 80 million on a villa in Fanshan District for Shen Qingya at Xingchui Mansion. Half of that—40 million—is mine.”
She had just checked the records. The villa had been fully paid by Xie Ran for Shen Qingya last month.
Xie Ran froze for a moment, feeling guilty, then hardened his tone.
“Your 40 million? That wasn’t for Qingya. Buying property is for investment. You’re just squandering money.”
Su Xingnuo took out a small mirror, applied lipstick, and said lightly,
“Spending on another woman isn’t extravagance, but giving me a few tens of thousands a month is? Aren’t you afraid people will laugh if they find out?”
“How much I give you, you don’t tell anyone. Stop making things difficult for yourself. Next week is the birthday banquet I specially arranged for you. Don’t even think about skipping it.”
“My birthday banquet?”
Su Xingnuo sneered, “It’s just a pretense to curry favor with Harbor City’s elite. Don’t make it sound so noble.”
“Su Xingnuo, you dare speak to me like this now? Spending whose money? And you refuse to attend a banquet?”
Su Xingnuo calmly hung up. Of course, she would attend—and she would bring Xie Ran a grand gift.
She lifted her hand, and the bodyguard behind her carried the newly purchased limited-edition bag as they left.
Xie Ran, furious at the sudden hang-up, glared at the phone screen. Seeing her name almost made him throw the phone.
Shen Qingya approached.
“Xie Ran, don’t be angry. Stay with me a few more days. When Sister Xingnuo calms down, you can go back.”
She lowered her eyes, a glint of determination flashing.
As long as Xie Ran remained on her side, even if she were no longer the eldest daughter of the Shen family, she would still be the Xie family’s CEO’s wife.
Su Xingnuo was nothing—just a stepping stone for her rise.
Su Xingnuo returned to the Xie residence at 11 p.m.
At this hour, previously, she would have finished tutoring Xie Ran’s nephew, Song Zile, massaged her mother-in-law, Feng Chunlan’s legs, and prepared breakfast ingredients for the next day.
Passing the kitchen, she didn’t even glance and headed to her room.
The door on the first floor opened—Feng Chunlan’s face twisted with anger.
“Su Xingnuo, where have you been all week? Are you mad? Do you even care about this family?”
Su Xingnuo frowned, losing patience.
“This is my home. I come and go as I please.”
Feng Chunlan grabbed her.
“You’re not going upstairs.”
Su Xingnuo looked at her coldly, emotionless, as if looking at a lifeless object.
“Let go.”
Feng Chunlan instinctively released her. She had never seen Su Xingnuo look at her like that.
The next moment, she recovered her usual attitude.
“Hurry up and cook for me. I want blood swallow porridge. Your sister-in-law and nephew want sea cucumber. After dinner, massage my legs.”
Su Xingnuo glanced at the arm that had been grabbed.
“Have your son do it. He was born to you, it’s his duty. It has nothing to do with me.”
Feng Chunlan, both hungry and flustered, exclaimed,
“What nonsense! You married my son, you should respect me. You haven’t given the Xie family any grandchildren, and now you speak like this? What kind of attitude is that?”
Su Xingnuo smiled.
“Grandchildren? Someone is carrying one—Shen Qingya. Eight months to go, and soon you’ll see him.”
“What did you say?!”
“Xie Ran has another woman and child outside. I said I would divorce him.”
Feng Chunlan froze for a few seconds, then reacted.
“Shen Qingya? The Shen family’s eldest daughter? So… I have a grandson? My son is with the Shen family’s daughter?”
Feng Chunlan was overjoyed, completely forgetting Su Xingnuo was standing nearby.
“I always said my son is blessed. Back then, he insisted on marrying you, and I disagreed. A fallen heiress doesn’t deserve my son. Hmph, even if you didn’t mention divorce, I would have forced him to leave you. Only the Shen family’s daughter deserves him.”
Su Xingnuo pulled out a stack of papers from her room.
“These are all director-approved import medicine orders—the very medicines that saved you from a liver transplant. Over the past three years, they cost 80 million. Before your son divorces me, please transfer the medicine expenses to me.”
“Three years, all your food and drink came from my son. You’ve wasted three years, and now you dare ask for money? If we don’t give it, it’s already generous. Get out of the Xie residence immediately!”
“Sorry, this house is my premarital property, not the Xie family’s. If anyone should leave, it’s you all.”
When Su Xingnuo married Xie Ran, he couldn’t even provide a proper marital home, so she used this house for their wedding.
She had thought married life would be sweet, but soon Xie Ran brought his mother, citing her illness, claiming she had nothing else to do and could help watch over her.
Soon after, Xie Ran’s sister and brother-in-law moved in for their nephew’s schooling.
This family lived in her house, enjoyed her care, and now told her to leave?
Feng Chunlan realized Su Xingnuo wasn’t bluffing. She was calm and unyielding.
“So what? You married my son, you have no family left. Naturally, this house is now the Xie family’s.”
Su Xingnuo sneered.
“You’re fifty-eight, your liver is failing—you’re practically on your way out. Should I send you straight to the crematorium?”