"All through high school, I never saw him wear new clothes. When he said he had money, it was all fake—the texts were fake, the bank funds were fake!"
Sisi Shao spoke rapidly.
Her heart raced, and as soon as she spoke, Ben Liang’s face changed: "Sisi!"
The Liang patriarch exploded in anger: "Sisi Shao! You’d better think carefully about what you’re saying!"
Ten billion isn’t something you can just say doesn’t exist!
A sharp slap echoed.
The Liang patriarch slapped Sisi Shao hard as she tried to speak.
Sisi Shao’s face swelled instantly, and the slap knocked her to the floor.
Blood at her lips, terror in her eyes.
Patriarch! What I’m saying is absolutely true! That person is right outside—ten billion, it really is ten billion!
Afraid Walter Shang wouldn’t believe him, the Liang patriarch was full of excitement: “I guarantee, he’ll gladly give his money to the Shang family!”
That’s what he should do—he’ll feel honored!
The Liang patriarch spoke in a torrent, full of excitement, about to continue.
Walter Shang raised his hand: "Since he’s here, keep an eye on him."
Don’t let him leave easily. And unless I give permission, don’t let anyone else in for now.
As soon as Walter Shang finished, someone stepped forward, grabbed Sisi Shao from the floor, and tossed her into a corner.
All right, all right, I’ll keep an eye on him!
The Liang patriarch nodded repeatedly, delighted, then turned to glare at Ben Liang: "Go keep an eye on your girlfriend!"
Don’t let her say anything reckless again. If she does, take people to her house and ask her parents how they raised her!
After finishing, the Liang patriarch didn’t even look at Sisi Shao curled up in the corner, trembling.
Faced with ten billion and the future of the Liang family.
Even Ben Liang wouldn’t dare side with Sisi Shao.
He was annoyed—why did Sisi Shao suddenly speak up for that guy?
You’re too stupid.
Standing before Sisi Shao, Ben Liang looked down at her, frowning and speaking in a low, sinister voice: "Didn’t I tell you to watch your words?"
It has nothing to do with him—he’s just passing by. Can’t you… can’t you let him go?
Sisi Shao’s eyes were red, her face swollen.
She was utterly hopeless.
Sisi Shao never hid her materialism, but to marry into the Liang family, she would have to betray Evan Lin.
Sisi Shao felt she couldn’t do it.
Her conscience wouldn’t let her.
Even after the slap, her mind was numb with pain and fear, but her conscience still wouldn’t let her cross that line.
Does it matter?
Ben Liang gritted his teeth, angry at Sisi Shao: "Tell him to hand over his money. The Shang family will give him a bright future—that’s the best outcome."
Besides, our Liang family can use this to rise higher. If you stay with me, I won’t let you suffer.
Anyway, why does he need so much money? If he shares it, isn’t that better?
Ben Liang’s face twisted. In the hall, the other family heads were silent.
No one cared about Sisi Shao—most just thought she was too stupid.
There’s no point in lying now.
As for conscience—in the face of huge profit, it’s just a joke.