We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

His voice was not loud, but it was powerful.

Wen Mengzihan had never seen such an oppressive man. He watched the veins bulging on the strong arms, ready to attack, and was completely shocked.

Fu Ruoshi took Wen Zhixia's hand distressedly and said to Wen Xu and his wife, "You can take the money, and leave the child behind."

When these words were spoken, Wen Xu and Meng Jia's faces turned pale with fright.

The dim light in the corridor made Fu Ruoshi's face look deep and dark. He glared coldly at Wen Meng and his wife. His peach blossom eyes were filled with sinister intent, which was the typical indifference of those in power towards those below him.

"Hey, this," Wen Xu trembled and let go of his hand, "Mr. Fu, hello, hello, yes, I'm sorry, Zi Han was just joking."

Meng Jia was so speechless that her lips were trembling.

"Take it," Fu Ruoshi said with a smile in his eyes, and opened his thin lips slightly, "It's only a few hundred thousand, take it."

Wen Xu and Meng Jia were trembling and didn't know where to put their hands.

"No, no, we were just joking," Wen Xu said, "We were worried that it would be unsafe to leave too much money here with Zhixia, so..."

"Just take it away if I tell you to!" Fu Ruoshi kicked the purse and shouted, "Do you understand what I'm saying?!"

His angry voice was deep and thick, echoing in the corridor.

Wen Xu's knees were so weak from fear, "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, we don't want it anymore, we really don't want it anymore."

Fu Ruoshi was quiet for a while, looked back at Wen Mengzihan lying on the ground, and suddenly smiled cunningly.

"That's what you said." He took the purse and threw it into the house, pushed Wen Zhixia back home, and locked the door the moment Wen Xu and Meng Jia tried to squeeze in.

"Dad!!!" Wen Mengzihan got up and was about to fight with Fu Ruoshi.

Fu Ruoshi twisted his hand, picked him up, dragged his purse, and walked slowly towards the bathroom, ignoring his kicking and struggling.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wen Zhixia caught up with him, "Don't, don't do anything illegal."

"I am a law-abiding citizen." Fu Ruoshi turned a deaf ear, took off his suit, closed the door, and isolated Wen Zhixia outside.

He threw Wen Mengzihan into the bathtub, rolled up his sleeves, supported himself on the bathtub with both hands, and asked, "Little bastard, uncle heard that you like money? Is that right?"

Although he was smiling, there was a knife hidden in his smile, and his smile was weird and evil.

The more Zi Han looked, the more frightened he became. He rolled his eyes and stammered, "Like, like, like, no, no, I don't like it."

"Do you like it or not?" Fu Ruoshi's face suddenly turned cold, and he slapped the bathtub and shouted, "Tell the truth!!!"

Zi Han was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He had never been frightened like this before. He curled his lips and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Just now, he was so arrogant towards the slender and weak Wen Zhixia, but now, facing a really tall and strong adult man who was over 1.8 meters tall, his arrogance was completely extinguished, leaving only tears and snot on his face.

Seeing him trembling with fear, Fu Ruoshi pinched his face and said with a smile, "If you say you like money, uncle will make you never like money again. If you say you don't like money, uncle will make you like money forever."

Not to mention Zi Han, even Wen Zhixia, who was outside, got goosebumps when she heard the cold tone.

"Fu Ruoshi," she knocked on the door again, "That's almost enough, don't make any trouble."

"Nothing can happen!" Fu Ruoshi said to the outside with a click of his tongue, "Stop nagging! I'm educating my child, and you're questioning my ability to educate him?"

Wen Zhixia couldn't open the door, so she had to go find the key.

Outside the door, Wen Xu and Meng Jia were also anxious like ants on a hot pan.

"What should we do? Call the police!" Meng Jia looked terrified.

Wen Xu was furious and anxious. "You dare to call the police? What will the police say when they come? They'll say we tried to rob my niece's house but failed, and now my niece and her husband are teaching our son a lesson?"

"What should I do?" Meng Jia burst into tears. "My son can't bear this injustice!!!"

"It's all your fault!"

"I spoiled you?" Meng Jia shot back. "Do you have a conscience when you say that? If you were capable, would we have to go around asking for help? No wonder your dad likes your brother and not you!"

"What's the point of liking someone!" Wen Xu was touched. "He's already dead! I'm just an ordinary person! Only then can I be happy and stable!"

"What the hell is that?! Your son can't even go to a good primary school! I can't even pay the salaries at this crappy school! We're all starving!"

"If you are not satisfied, then divorce!"

"Wen Xu, you are not a man!"

......

in the bathroom.

Fu Ruoshi watched Zi Han crying breathlessly with patience.

"Boy, have you thought it through? Do you like money?"

Wen Mengzihan sobbed, "Happy, happy, I like it."

Fu Ruoshi stood up, curled his lips and smiled at Zi Han, "I understand. Then I will make sure you never like me again."

After saying that, he picked up the purse, pressed Zi Han into the bathtub, lifted the bag, and poured the full bag of money over Zi Han's head.

Wow. . .

Bundles of US dollar bills fell from the sky, and the endless impact frightened Zi Han, who burst into tears.

"Ugh!"

In the bathtub, the money piled up higher and higher, almost burying him. Zi Han wanted to climb out, but Fu Ruoshi pushed him back with a wave of his hand.

He struggled several times but to no avail, and finally broke down and cried:

"Dad! Mom! Save me!!!"

"Lie down!" Fu Ruoshi was still threatening him, "If you cry again, I'll sew your mouth shut!"

Zi Han could only shut up and sob silently.

At the same time, Wen Zhixia finally found the key to open the bathroom door.

When she came in and saw the strange scene, she was stunned.

There were banknotes all over the floor and filling the bathtub.

Zi Han sat in the bathtub, his neck and head buried in banknotes.

"Look carefully, I didn't use any violence." Fu Ruoshi smiled at her, "I let the child sleep in a pile of money. How kind I am! Where else can I find such a good brother-in-law?"

Wen Zhixia didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. "How can you play with money like this? How can you educate your children like this?"

Seeing her smile, Fu Ruoshi's depressed mood suddenly became cheerful.

It’s great to see her smile again.

"If not this way, how should we educate her?" Fu Ruoshi looked at her innocently and said, "Or you can give me some guidance."

"..."

Wen Zhixia doesn’t have any children either, so she doesn’t know either.

"Okay, go ahead, continue your education." She stepped aside.

Fu Ruoshi received tacit approval, suppressed his ecstasy, picked up a US dollar bill, squatted down, and said to Wen Mengzihan, who was buried in the money, "Little friend, you have messed up uncle's money. Uncle is not happy. Now, uncle wants you to arrange the money in this bathtub in order from small to large according to the numbers on the bills. When uncle is happy, I will let you out."

"Uncle will be even more unhappy if we make the mistake."

"If your uncle is unhappy, you will never see your parents again."

When he said the last sentence, his face suddenly turned cold, which scared Wen Mengzihan so much that she burst into tears.

Wen Zhixia turned around and wanted to laugh, but her stomach hurt from holding it back.

After Fu Ruoshi scared the child, he pulled Wen Zhixia and said, "Come on, let's go to the next room and talk in private."