Chapter 1230 - 1227: Qian Chuanzi and Alipay 4

Henceforth, half of all that man’s wealth would belong to her. If he had ten trillion, she would have five trillion; if he had one trillion, she would have five hundred billion... In black and white, clear and detailed.

The law was in effect, immutable.

That was his marriage Alipay for her—from now on, with this Imperial Sword in hand, even if she acted with impunity, even if she was willful and reckless, even if her demeanor was detestable—he was utterly helpless.

In other words, he could no longer balance her.

To what extent must a man reach to be willing to stake everything like this?

No, it’s not staking everything — in fact, he simply doesn’t care about this wealth.

In reality, no matter how wealthy he is, the money he can actually use personally constitutes at most thirty percent. The rest is inevitably spent by all kinds of people.

When there’s too much money, it’s nothing more than a pile of numbers in the account; you have to see exactly where you use it to manifest its proper value.

And him, his love, his marriage Alipay for her—it’s the goal he always believes in: loving a woman means doing your utmost to let her live wealthily, comfortably, with dignity, safely... The rest is nonsense.

Yan Xixi was only in the utmost shock, once again shedding tears like rain.

That day, the rain poured ceaselessly.

Hugo said, a city’s sewer system represents a city’s conscience. Perhaps lately many cities are busy with the great leap forward in building skyscrapers while neglecting their conscience, hence the heavy rain leads to widespread flooding.

Yan Xixi listened to the splatter of water outside the window, kept her face covered, and couldn’t hold back her tears.

In fact, she rarely cried, always believing that people who easily shed tears were annoying and overly sensitive, regardless of gender.

However, today, it was like a faucet left on and couldn’t stop the raging tears.

Until a pair of large hands gently rested on her shoulders.

Distant, as if sighing: "Silly girl, what’s wrong?"

She turned around suddenly and instinctively leapt into his arms, wailing.

He laughed, "Silly girl, what’s going on? Did my sudden return home scare you? Haha, let me tell you, I just like these surprise attacks, to see if you are obediently staying at home..."

Her tears nearly soaked through his white shirt.

He was startled, then turned his eyes towards the desk where a thick pile of documents was spread out. In an instant, he understood everything.

This fool, he had asked her many times before to take a look, but she just refused to do so. Now she read them and burst out crying alone at home.

But, he was very happy.

Crying it out means everything will turn out alright. As long as someone is willing to cry heartily, it shows there’s still hope.

He didn’t try to comfort her, just gently held her until her sobs quieted and her breathing slowly became calm.

After a long while, he heard her stomach growling and softly spoke, "Silly girl, must be starving? I knew you haven’t eaten yet. When I’m not at home, you don’t eat properly. Here, I’ve brought you something good, go wash your face and eat."

Her eyes were red and swollen, she was too embarrassed to look at him.

He laughed heartily, "Silly girl, I’ve seen you even uglier than this. I’ve seen you at worse moments, no need to hide..."

She mumbled, "Why did you come back again? Weren’t you supposed to go abroad?"