This conversation ended with both parties displeased.
For several days, Ning Zhiyuan returned home wearing a somber expression, silent and uncommunicative.
That strange oppressive atmosphere could drive someone to depression.
He seemed to be trying to use cold violence to make his wife submit.
Ridiculous, ignorant...
Seeing this through Su Li’s eyes, it looked like watching a clown teetering back and forth.
In just three days, he tormented only himself while Su Li remained cheerful and carefree, enjoying herself.
When the original owner was young, she helped Ning Zhiyuan lay the foundation of their empire, which now conveniently benefited Su Li.
Ample material conditions allowed her to have money without worries.
Perhaps seeing that they had been quiet for so long, Ms. Liao finally couldn’t restrain herself and came knocking.
At that moment, Su Li was leisurely painting her toenails a lively red.
The brilliant red made her feet look even more fair and delicate.
After Ms. Liao entered, Su Li glanced over indifferently, greeted her lightly, and then continued with what she was doing.
Ms. Liao always claimed she treated her daughter-in-law as her own daughter, and there were no formalities needed between a mother and a daughter.
Clearly startled by Su Li’s actions, Ms. Liao’s face briefly registered hidden anger in her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, her hardened features softened slightly, and she brought back a faint smile.
"Girl, you’re at home..."
"Yes."
Once Ms. Liao walked in and saw what Su Li was doing, the feelings she had been suppressing were no longer concealable.
The next second, her displeased voice tinged with anger filled the room, "Su Li, how can you use this stuff?"
"Don’t you know the chemicals in these things are harmful to the human body?"
"You should know that the most important thing for you right now is to get your body in the best condition for pregnancy."
When Su Li looked up, her beautifully made-up face almost made Ms. Liao faint.
It was just nail painting, and she was making a mountain out of a molehill, not to mention Su Li’s face full of makeup.
Ms. Liao must have lost her senses.
Su Li: "Mom, who told you I’m planning for a pregnancy? Look at my age; having a child is absolutely impossible. If you guys really want a grandchild, I could consider adoption."
Ms. Liao strongly retorted in displeasure, "Why adopt? I want to cradle a grandson, but it has to be one with the Ning Family bloodline."
Su Li responded indifferently, "You both know that Zhiyuan and I are DINKs, and we never planned on having children."
"All these years have passed, and because we have no children, our happiness is much higher than other families."
"Rubbish," Ms. Liao exploded with a curse, "What nonsense, what woman doesn’t have children? Is a woman who doesn’t bear children still a woman?"
Ms. Liao deliberately avoided mentioning the reasons related to her own son, instead directing her fury at Su Li.
Perhaps the original owner’s good nature had elevated Ms. Liao too much, blinding her to basic realities.
What Su Li excelled at was not indulging such people.
Su Li blew on her toenails, turned her face, and with a stern expression, said, "Mom, are you suggesting it’s my fault? Have you forgotten? It was you and dad who held my hand back then and said it was okay not to have children, that the most important thing was to have a loving relationship."
"Some families have many children, so what? If the children are unfilial, it’s almost as if they shouldn’t have had them. In the end, they only raise grievances."
Ms. Liao turned her head away, not daring to look into Su Li’s bright eyes.
"Though I say that, before that... we were just confused, and only now have we realized how terribly wrong we were..."
Su Li, "Then you are still confused now."
"You..."
Being contradicted by a younger generation, especially one who was extremely obedient and filial, was something Ms. Liao could not accept from any perspective.
Her whole body shook with anger like a sieve.
Some mothers-in-law are like this: no matter how good the daughter-in-law is to her, if there’s one flaw, all previous kindness is forgotten, and only the flaw is remembered.
Coincidentally, at this time, Ning Zhiyuan returned home and, seeing his mother so upset, immediately directed his anger at Su Li.
"Su Li, you’ve gone too far."
Ning Zhiyuan quickly helped his mother sit down, and after Ms. Liao calmed down, he turned to Su Li and, after struggling, finally made a difficult decision.
"I agree, let’s part on good terms."
Ning Zhiyuan himself knew what he owed his wife, and quickly added, "The house, car, and all the savings are yours..."
Ms. Liao, with displeasure on her face, wanted to retort but ultimately shut her mouth under her son’s firm gaze.
In fact, deep down, neither she nor Ning Zhiyuan could help but feel a sigh of relief.
However, it seemed they sighed too soon.
Su Li played with her hair and suddenly smiled seductively, causing Ning Zhiyuan to stare blankly for a moment.
Smiling, Su Li shook her index finger and said, "Not enough, I want half of your company."
Instantly, Ning Zhiyuan snapped out of his reveries and became furiously angry, "You’re being too excessive."
Ms. Liao was also extremely angry, only today realizing the ruthless nature hidden beneath her daughter-in-law’s exterior.
"Don’t go too far, Zhiyuan has already given you most of his assets, aren’t you satisfied yet? He built that company from scratch, and now you want it, planning to show no gratitude at all?"
Su Li, "Mom, you’re wrong... even in court, this would still be considered marital property. What’s wrong with me wanting half?"
"Besides, without me, could Ning Zhiyuan have developed the company to where it is today?"
"When I married him, he had nothing."
Su Li turned her gaze to Ning Zhiyuan and said softly, "Tell me, is it excessive for me to ask for a bit more of the assets?"
"You’re planning to have a young wife and kids, but what about me... what do I have besides a pile of cold, hard cash?"
Hearing this, Ning Zhiyuan’s rising anger slowly subsided, replaced by unwillingness to cause pain, "Xiao Li... I..."
"Don’t say anymore." Su Li turned her head away, her shoulders trembling.
Ning Zhiyuan, "Don’t be upset, I..."
He steeled his heart and said, "Then, let it be as you wish."
"Son, you can’t..."
Ning Zhiyuan firmly said, "Mom, don’t criticize me, this is what Xiao Li... deserves."
In reality, Su Li, with her head bowed, curled her mouth in a smirk, trying to suppress her laughter.
Ah, she was left with nothing but money.
Cold, hard cash.
How pitiful she was, could the sympathy come even more fiercely?
Hahaha, oh, the evil of money.