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Zhao Dong's smile froze on his face, the grand and joyous atmosphere shattered by a shout for repayment. Miss Li, standing beside him, looked at him in confusion.
"What’s going on?"
"Mistake, mistake!" Zhao Dong hurriedly addressed the crowd below, "Everyone, you must have mistaken the person!"
A few individuals stepped onto the stage and thrust a promissory note into Zhao Dong's hands. "What mistake! Pay up!"
Before Zhao Dong could finish explaining to one group, another creditor arrived, and soon several waves of them followed.
Zhao Dong's face turned red as sweat dripped down his cheeks, soaking his long robe.
He looked at Miss Li in embarrassment; at this point, claiming it was a misunderstanding wouldn’t help much.
He attempted to wrap his arm around Miss Li's waist and explain, "My dear, let me explain..."
One of Zhao Dong's friends stood up and scolded him, "You haven’t divorced Zhao Wan'er yet; how can you call someone else 'my dear'?"
Miss Li's expression changed immediately as she pointed at him.
"You say you’re divorced? And you claim she’s with another man? Are you out of your mind?"
"Zhao Wan'er is such a good person; how can you say that!" Zhao Dong's friend shook his head. "I can’t believe you’re like this; I regret knowing you."
The crowd below began to murmur; the Li Family had a respectable reputation—when had they ever been humiliated like this?
Miss Li raised her wine glass and splashed it forcefully across his face.
"Disgusting! If you’re broke, just admit it. Why pretend to be wealthy? You haven’t even divorced yet and still chase after me? Trying to make me a mistress? Just wait and see! Father, let’s go!"
"My dear!"
"My dear! Please listen to me; it’s not like that!"
Miss Li's father cast a cold glance at him, pursing his lips, and turned to leave with his daughter.
"Father!"
"Wait a moment!"
Zhao Dong wanted to chase after them to explain, but he was surrounded by those debt collectors. The new servants, feeling deceived, also gathered around to scold him, drowning him in a sea of demands for repayment and insults.
All of this was relayed to me by the young servant I had arranged to be present at the scene.
I wasn't there myself, trying hard not to expose Zhao Dong, but the debt collectors were indeed my doing, aimed at revealing Zhao Dong's true nature.
In just one day, Zhao Dong fell from grace, hitting the ground hard.
Not only that, but he was also dragged away by those debt-collecting thugs and beaten up in an alley.
Yes, Zhao Dong was actually a pauper. He worked hard to borrow money just to put on a show in front of the wealthy Miss Li.
His ultimate goal was to cling to Miss Li, the high branch; he was nothing more than a confirmed freeloader!
The venue was wrecked, Zhao Dong's carriage was destroyed, and he had no money on him—not even enough to visit a doctor.
That night, as he limped home with injuries all over his body, he was intercepted by unknown assailants who kicked him mercilessly, each blow targeting vital spots and leaving him incapacitated.
Just as I finished burning the letter from my informant, I heard a knock at the door.
When Zhao Dong stumbled in weakly, he startled Mother Zhao.
"What happened? Dong'er, weren't you supposed to..."
I stepped out from the inner room, and Mother Zhao halted her words.
"I owe money, I've been beaten, it hurts so much."
Zhao Dong said this with great difficulty, his breath becoming much weaker.
"Wan'er, what should we do? Let's take him to the clinic."
"No, we can't go to the clinic. They said if I have money to go there but no money to pay my debts, they'll... kill me."
Zhao Dong endured extreme pain at home for three days, clutching the land deed I had given him, gritting his teeth.
"Once this land is transferred to my name, I will show them all whether I have money or not! I will make everyone regret it!"
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of knocking made him shrink back in fear.
"Is it the creditor? Are they here again?"
In recent days, the bandits hired by the creditors had been coming around frequently, and he was as frightened as a bird startled by a bowstring.
Mother Zhao was terrified as well; she didn't dare open the door and could only secretly observe from the living room.
I forced a smile and said to Zhao Dong, "Don't be afraid. No one will come to chase you for debts anymore; you're safe now."
"Yes, yes, I'm safe! I can pay them back now that our land has arrived. Hurry and check! Once it's all settled, I can make a comeback!"
"Yes, and you can also marry Miss Li," I continued smiling inwardly.
He looked at me with confusion. "Wan'er, why doesn't this land deed have the official seal?"
Zhao Dong stared at me nervously, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
I covered my mouth and smiled lightly.
"Wan'er, what is this? Don't joke with me, hurry and check, it really hurts..."
"Would having our child hurt more?"
I put away my smile and stared at him coldly; the moment of truth had finally arrived.
Thinking of my poor child made my nose tingle and my heart feel icy cold.
Five years ago, I was pregnant with Zhao Dong's child, but at that time, he was completely infatuated with his concubine, Bai Zhi, disregarding me, his legitimate wife.
The Zhao Family had tacitly accepted the practice of favoring concubines over wives.
And this tacit acceptance became my greatest humiliation.
To avoid upsetting Bai Zhi, Zhao Dong even ordered someone to replace my pregnancy medication with abortion pills.
My child was lost before it even had a chance to be born!
"What do you mean?"
"Property? Ha! Where would any property come from? The Zhao Family has no property to speak of, and even if they did, why would they give anything to someone as ungrateful as you?"
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