It was clear that the money was a way to keep the peace.
Seeing this, I realized I really had to start buttering Chen Ming up.
“Darling, come home for just one day. The kids are starting to forget what their father looks like.”
I’ve already begun subtly undermining Chen Ming’s image in front of the children. My hope is that if they don’t like him, I’ll have a better chance of taking them with me if we ever divorce.
The kids have gotten used to his absence, and the three of us have created our own little world of happiness.
That night, to my surprise, Chen Ming actually came home. I guess my charm is still working, or maybe my words finally got through to him.
The children, however, were awkward around him, which made Chen Ming feel guilty. He tried hard to please them, insisting on playing games together.
While he was distracted, I quietly picked up his phone and tried to unlock it—luckily, it was our son’s birthday.
I quickly scrolled to his chat with Meiling. To my astonishment, the screen was filled with transaction records, a sea of yellow notifications.
No wonder—since they’re together every day, they don’t need to chat much. All that’s left is sending money.
There were at least seven or eight pages of screenshots. A quick glance told me it added up to several million yuan.
I sent all the screenshots to my own phone and deleted the sent messages.
They say crime rates are going to drop in the future because everything leaves a digital trail. I believe it—who would dare break the law when everything is recorded?
Before putting his phone back, I transferred 500,000 yuan to myself.
I didn’t need a reason to ask for money when I could just take it. I would have transferred a million, but the system only allowed 500,000 at a time.
I checked online and found out I could transfer another 500,000 later. By the time dinner was ready, I’d completed the second transfer.
Some banks don’t allow such large transfers, but Chen Ming had chosen this bank specifically—probably for the convenience of sending money to Meiling.
For that, I have to thank Meiling.
Feeling pleased, I cooked eight dishes for dinner. After midnight, it would be a new day, and I could continue my plan.
And continue I did. I transferred another million yuan.
When Chen Ming woke up and saw the notifications on his phone, he was shocked and panicked.
He thought his card had been hacked and was about to call the bank to freeze it when I timidly confessed, “It was me.”
He looked at me in disbelief. “What do you need the money for?”
What a stupid question.
I came up with an even dumber excuse. “I saw Meiling’s clothes, bags, and watches—they’re all so nice. I asked her, and she said they cost hundreds of thousands. I want to buy some too.”
Usually, I’m direct, but this was the first time I’d been caught red-handed. Chen Ming gave me a strange look but didn’t ask for the money back.
Not wanting to take the money for nothing, I leaned against him. “I want Xiao Jie to learn horseback riding. You know it’s charged by the hour…”
He glared at me, his eyes sharp as knives. “Are you just trying to get money out of me?”
I forced out a few tears. “If I can’t have you, can’t I at least have your money? Aren’t Xiao Jie and Xiao Mei your children? Who else should you spend your money on?”
I let two tears roll down my cheeks. “You have her, but I only have you. How could you ever understand my insecurity?”
Maybe men are just like that—his heart softened for a moment at my emotional plea. But all he said was, “I’ll take the kids to school today.”
I hadn’t expected this bonus.
Meiling officially made her move. She showed up with a pregnancy test, claiming the child was Chen Ming’s.
I took the report calmly and asked her, “I’ll agree to a divorce, but how do you prove the child is Chen Ming’s? Give me an official paternity test, and I’ll sign the papers right away.”
“I thought you were just stalling?” she said, sounding foolish.
“Hurry up and get me the report. Otherwise, you…”
Chapter 08
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