1novels Chapter 147 Husband's Call
Chapter 147 Husband's Call
The terms of the transaction are now crystal clear.
This 150,000 is not a loan.
It's a buyout.
Buy out her loyalty, buy out her time, buy out her freedom, and... buy out her body and soul.
Tears silently streamed down her face once again.
This time, it wasn't because of despair, but because...
relief!
When a person is stripped of even their last shred of dignity, a strange calm arises.
Looking at the man who had taken control of her destiny, she finally gave up all resistance and nodded stiffly like a puppet.
"I... understand, Chairman Ning."
She betrayed herself.
From this moment on, she was no longer herself, but Ning Xiuyang's possession.
"very good."
Ning Xiuyang smiled with satisfaction.
He withdrew his hand, no longer looking at her; in his deep eyes was a sense of control, as if his goal had been achieved.
He stood up, walked slowly to her, and looked down at her. Then, he bent down, his warm breath, carrying a faint scent of tobacco, brushing against her ear.
"Then begin now to fulfill your obligations."
His voice was the whisper of a demon, and also the destiny she could not refuse.
relief!
She stood up and, in front of this man she had only met three times—her new boss—first undressed and then took off her clothes.
She showed him everything she had.
……
Two and a half hours later.
The apartment was eerily quiet, with only the monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall.
Rong Qing'e curled up on the edge of the bedroom bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, staring blankly at the gray sky outside the window.
On the coffee table, the half-eaten bowl of tomato and egg noodles had gone cold, just like her heart at that moment.
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, but soon it stopped.
Ning Xiuyang came out wearing a bathrobe. He was drying his hair, his face showing a languid and peaceful contentment that clashed with the somber atmosphere of sadness in the room.
He glanced at the distraught woman on the bed, walked straight to the sofa, and picked up his phone.
"Bank card number".
His voice broke the silence, devoid of any emotion, purely businesslike.
Rong Qing'e's body stiffened for a moment, like a robot controlled by instructions, mechanically reciting a string of numbers she knew by heart.
Ning Xiuyang tapped the screen rapidly with his fingers.
"Ding-dong."
Rong Qing'e's phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly emitted a crisp text message notification tone.
【XX银行】您尾号XXXX的储蓄卡帐户于9月21日19:52完成一笔转帐汇入交易，金额为150，000.00元，当前帐户余额为150，231.54元。
That string of numbers, like a red-hot branding iron, burned fiercely onto her retina.
The 150,000 yuan that had been weighing on her mind was resolved so easily.
But the price she paid was a thousand or even ten thousand times heavier than those 150,000.
Ning Xiuyang finished dressing, straightened his collar, and then walked to the bedside, looking down at her, and began to give new instructions.
"First, divorce that man."
His tone wasn't one of discussion, but rather an unquestionable command. He said calmly, "A gambling addict is a liability. I don't want my company's general manager to have anything to do with such social scum."
divorce……
The word that had lingered in her mind countless times, yet she had never had the courage to touch it, was now spoken so casually by Ning Xiuyang.
Strangely, what welled up in her heart was not pain, but a sense of relief as if she had been forcibly pulled out of the mire.
However, this liberation is passive, a result of being stripped of all autonomy.
She nodded numbly, but a touch of emotion welled up inside her.
Yes.
Ju Wenming has always been a liability to her.
From now on, as long as I get rid of this liability, my future will undoubtedly be a bright and promising road, and I will never have to experience the kind of collapse I felt last night when I was being pressured by debt collectors!
She raised her head, ignoring the blanket falling, and stared straight at Ning Xiuyang. Her eyes, which had been filled with sorrow for so long, were finally less sad and gradually filled with gratitude.
"second."
Ning Xiuyang continued, "From today onwards, if you have any problems, report them to me immediately. I don't want to receive any more SOS calls from you in the middle of the night; it makes me seem unprofessional."
He is establishing his absolute control.
He will infiltrate and control every crevice of her life.
She nodded again.
Women all crave the protection of strong men.
Even though she is the general manager and a strong woman in the eyes of the company's employees, she is no exception.
In the past, Ju Wenming controlled her life, but he could not become the strong person in her eyes.
Now, she feels she has a new master.
She would live a radiant life under his control.
This feeling of being refreshed is wonderful!
Rong Qing'e even stood up on her own initiative, disregarding the fact that her body had been ravaged by this man for several hours and was completely exposed to his eyes, and took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.
"Now, call that guy called Brother Biao."
Seeing Rong Qing'e's state, Ning Xiuyang was satisfied with her compliance. He pointed to her phone, put one arm around her smooth waist, and calmly said, "Tell him the money is ready. Have him give you the account number and transfer it now. I want to see the problem resolved."
With trembling hands, Rong Qing'e picked up her phone and found Chang Chengbiao's number.
When the call connected, she took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Brother Biao, it's me, Rong Qing'e. I've raised the money. Send me your bank account number, and I'll transfer it to you right now."
Chang Chengbiao on the other end of the phone was clearly surprised by her efficiency. After a moment of silence, he said in his hoarse voice, "Miss Rong is indeed a straightforward person. Okay, I'll send it to you later."
Before hanging up, Chang Chengbiao seemed to remember something, sighed, and advised again in a tone of someone who had been through it all: "Miss Rong, what I said last time wasn't just for show. Think it over carefully. Leave him. That kind of man isn't worth all this effort."
Ning Xiuyang stood to the side and heard everything on the phone.
He raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
After Rong Qing'e hung up the phone, he slowly spoke, "Did you hear that? Even a loan shark understands things better than you. Where's your brain, as the general manager, going?"
These words were extremely harsh, yet Rong Qing'e was powerless to refute them.
She lowered her head, silently accepted the bank card number sent by Chang Chengbiao, and completed the transfer.
Looking at the confirmation receipt for the successful transfer, she was filled with mixed emotions.
After finishing his business, Ning Xiuyang seemed to have lost interest.
He took one last look around the oppressive room and frowned.
"Isn't this place unlucky to live in? Find a time to move."
He left with that sentence, then, as if remembering something, added, "If you're worried about money, I'll transfer some more to you later. At least we still need to keep paying salaries, right? As for the house, if you want to move..."
Before he could finish speaking, a shrill cell phone ringtone suddenly shattered the silence of the room.
It was Rong Qing'e's phone ringing.
Two words were prominently displayed on the screen.
"husband".