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Eight thousand yuan in Nanluo City, if you could spend it freely, probably wouldn't even last a day.

She always thought that even if Yin Muqiao had married into the Jian family, he should at least have some money saved up, right? How come there was so little money left in his account?

Little did they know that ever since Yin Muqiao climbed up to the Jian family, he had become arrogant and domineering.

Normally, his poor relatives would often use his name to take advantage of Jian He. After getting the house and car, they were not satisfied and would also take money from Yin Muqiao, both openly and secretly.

Mr. and Mrs. Yin were also vain. In order to show off their wealth, they always made Yin Muqiao send money to this person and send money to that person. As a result, over the years, Yin Muqiao has hardly saved any money at all.

When the Yin family was kicked out by Jian He, they asked their relatives for money, but those relatives turned their backs on them, not only refusing to help them but also denying that the Yin Muqiao family had ever helped them.

In particular, his cousin, who used to drive for Yin Muqiao, spread rumors about Yin Muqiao after being fired by Jian He, saying that Yin Muqiao was the reason he lost his job.

In order to appease his parents, Yin Muqiao transferred his meager savings to them.

When he saw Wu Hua looking at his mobile banking balance, he hurriedly tried to cover it up.

Wu Hua asked him, "Ah Qiao, is this all the money you have left?"

Yin Muqiao said awkwardly, "Yes, that's all I have. But don't worry about my painting. I used to be the president of the Jian Group. As long as I go out and look for a job, I should be able to find one with an annual salary of over ten million very quickly..."

Yin Muqiao overestimated his value.

He had only been the president of the Jian Group for a month or two, and he thought he was made of gold and could find a job with an annual salary of over ten million at any time.

He's really overconfident.

"Ah Qiao, aren't you working too hard?" Wu Hua wasn't genuinely worried about Yin Muqiao; she just thought he was exaggerating a bit.

When she first returned from abroad, she thought that with her talent, she would definitely be able to find a well-paying job, but she repeatedly ran into obstacles.

Yin Muqiao let out a long sigh.

He said, "It's okay, being with you makes me feel no hardship at all..."

"Ah Qiao, why don't you go back to the Jian Group?"

Wu Hua changed the subject. Yin Muqiao said he wasn't having a hard time, but Wu Hua felt she was having a hard time. How could she not be having a hard time living with a loser who only had eight thousand yuan left?

"Huahua, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to push me into that damned Jian He's arms again?"

Yin Muqiao felt angry just thinking about the sarcastic words Jian He had said to him at the banquet tonight.

He would absolutely not allow Jian He to act presumptuously in front of him.

“Ah Qiao, look, you’ve misunderstood again. I told you long ago that I can’t be too selfish, just because I want to be with you, I’m making you suffer so much.”

"You make money so easily at the Jian Group, why do you insist on working for someone else and earning that hard-earned money?"

"It hurts my heart to let you go back to Jian He's side, but what can I do? I just want you to have a better life."

"Please don't take my kindness for granted..."

Wu Hua started crying again, and Yin Muqiao couldn't help but shut his mouth when he heard her say that.

He thought for a moment and said, "Huahua, I know you mean well, but I'm a man. I'm already divorcing Jian He. How can I bow down to her because of money?"

"Don't worry, I'm capable. Even if I have to work as a waiter in a coffee shop, I can still support you."

Yin Muqiao reached out and pulled Wu Hua into his arms.

In the past, when he put his arm around Wu Hua, she would want to snuggle up to him and die right then and there. Now, however, she is somewhat resistant.

Her upbringing taught her to keep her distance from poor people, otherwise, getting involved with them could lead to endless trouble.

In the days that followed, Yin Muqiao went out to look for work repeatedly in order to support his large family. He applied for positions as general manager or president of various companies.

Business is tough these days, and nobody wants to hire a freeloader to stay in their company, right?

After working for over a decade, Yin Muqiao not only failed to find a suitable job, but he also nearly spent all the eight thousand yuan he had saved in his bank account.

With no other option, he had to find a job as a security guard in a residential community.

When Jian He, sitting in her spacious office, saw Yin Muqiao's current situation through the information collected by Maison, she couldn't help but feel a surge of relief.

Mason gave her a photo of Yin Muqiao bowing and scraping to the homeowners; he looked just like an obedient dog.

“Miss, the job Yin Muqiao just found only pays 3,800 yuan a month, and he worked hard to get it.”

“The market is sluggish now, and it’s really hard to find a job. He’s enjoyed himself for long enough. It’s time for him to experience the living conditions of this society.”

Looking at Yin Muqiao in the photo, Jian He felt a surge of relief.

He was just a security guard, groveling to welcome homeowners home. And what about her? Ever since she became Yin Muqiao's wife, she had never stood up straight in front of the Yin family.

Now, it's time to let Yin Muqiao experience what it's like to be humiliated.

Thinking of this, Jian He casually threw the photo into the trash can.

She checked the calendar and said to Mason, "Uncle Mason, in five or six days, my turn for the cooling-off period for my divorce with Yin Muqiao will be up. After we get our divorce certificate, you don't need to notify me of his news anymore."

"Yes, ma'am."

As soon as Mason finished speaking, Cheng Yan appeared in Jian He's office carrying a briefcase. Upon seeing Cheng Yan, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Jian He's previously dim eyes.

Mason, being quite tactful, greeted Cheng Yan: "Hello, Mr. Cheng. Please continue your conversation with Miss. I'll be going out..."

Cheng Yan gave Maison a meaningful look. He suddenly felt that Maison's perception had improved since a few days ago.

Cheng Yan's arrival brought Jian He some joy.

She asked Cheng Yan, "Dr. Cheng, what brings you here to see me today?"

Cheng Yan sat down and placed his briefcase on Jian He's desk.

As he opened his bag to take out the documents, he said to Jian He, "Your cooling-off period for divorcing Yin Muqiao is almost over. I've drafted a divorce agreement; please take a look..."