The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 643 - 647 DINK families (10)

Chapter 643: 647 DINK families (10)

Su Li made a round at the venue and heard plenty of scattered gossip.

Among them was a good deal of news about Ning Zhiyuan.

It was said that in just half a year, he had dated over twenty women.

Ages ranged from eighteen to thirty years old.

However, Ms. Liao, who was so particular, was never satisfied, and even Ning Zhiyuan felt lackluster about it.

Although the goal was to find a woman able to have children, at the very least, she had to be more presentable than his last one to avoid losing face.

But by their standards, without a solid financial foundation, it seemed quite difficult.

You see, Su Li’s predecessor wasn’t just rare in good looks and stature; her educational and career background was also very attractive.

But being outstanding was useless when, at some point, she blinded herself with dog shit and chose a selfish fake DINK enthusiast.

The recent matchmaking experiences had spread Ning Zhiyuan’s reputation as being picky and difficult to please.

Moreover, reality was not developing as Ning Zhiyuan had originally envisioned.

After the divorce, it was as if he had offended some immortal; his company, which had been thriving, started to go downhill.

Although it didn’t significantly impact the company in the short term, the long-term consequences...

Ning Zhiyuan’s perceived golden goose, which he thought he must keep, had stopped laying eggs.

This was truly a sad affair.

Not only that, but since the divorce, it seemed like nothing went smoothly for him anymore.

Some say there’s a superstitious belief that some people are born with the fortune to aid their husbands—marrying such a woman brings prosperity to the house, the family, and the person...

Prosperity in everything.

Looking back carefully, counting Ning Zhiyuan’s experiences, it seemed his luck indeed started with the introduction of his ex-wife.

Academics, family, career—the things a man takes pride in—he got them all easily with no setbacks along the way.

But now, his luck seemed to have left with his ex-wife.

It’s not that he was jinxed, but he just felt uncomfortable.

A lifetime of ease, and the slightest difficulty now gave him a sense of frustration that was multiplied.

That was the situation with Ning Zhiyuan now.

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Boss Qi, who had always been the company’s biggest client, suddenly announced he would no longer collaborate with Ning Zhiyuan after finishing the most recent project.

Because of this, Ning Zhiyuan was so anxious that he even developed several mouth sores.

Boss Qi’s reason was simply that he couldn’t afford to offend the tigress at home and wanted to live in peace.

For Boss Qi, it made no difference whom he worked with; changing collaboration partners was no big deal.

On the contrary, for Ning Zhiyuan, it was a bolt from the blue.

His company’s business relied on fifty percent of the partnership with this boss.

Such a severance cut the company’s value by more than half.

It was a disastrous blow.

Because of this, Ning Zhiyuan had been holed up in the company, eating and drinking there without sleep for several days.

Despite this, he still couldn’t reverse the company’s decline.

Consequently, he even ditched the matchmaking dates Ms. Liao arranged for him these past few days.

His mood was extremely bad now; where would he find the mind to think about such things?

If Su Li were here, she would just say one sentence: people shouldn’t have idle time.

Once they’re idle, they stir up trouble.

Life had been too good, and now, close to retirement age, he concocted the drama of wanting a baby.

Had life been a bit tougher, such whims would never have arisen.

Take now, for example, with so much on his plate, Ning Zhiyuan simply didn’t entertain those thoughts anymore.

Ning Zhiyuan sat in his office, the wrinkles between his brows deepening with his troubles.

Reflecting on his life post-divorce, he found it distressing to look back.

His current appearance bore little resemblance to the man he was when his ex-wife was by his side.

Ning Zhiyuan’s shirts, no longer crisp, and his leather shoes, no longer gleaming.

His overall image now betrayed the greasy air of middle age that he should rightfully possess at his age.

Now weighed down by worries, maintaining his appearance seemed futile, and he seemed to age significantly.

At least his looks finally matched his age.

"Ding-a-ling..."

Ning Zhiyuan was irritable, and the relentless ringing of his phone only made it worse.

Seeing the name on the screen, that urge to explode which he couldn’t give in to nearly drove him mad.

It was rare for Ning Zhiyuan to resent his own parents in his heart.

This call, without thinking, was undoubtedly from his mother, Ms. Liao.

Surely, this was about bombarding him for not cooperating with the matchmaking efforts.

Ning Zhiyuan didn’t want to answer, yet he couldn’t afford not to.

Once connected, Ms. Liao’s voice, despite her advanced age, was still sharp enough to pain one’s eardrums.

This time, Ning Zhiyuan’s assumption was wrong; Ms. Liao’s call was not what he had anticipated.

"Now, come back to me immediately."

With just that cryptic sentence, she hung up furiously from the other end, a clear sign of Ms. Liao’s severe anger.

Ning Zhiyuan was baffled. It seemed Ms. Liao’s menopausal phase was dragging on a bit too long.

He learned of the term "menopause" thanks to Su Li.

Before the divorce, Su Li made sure he fully experienced the horror of a woman going through menopause.

Swallowing his anger, Ning Zhiyuan still had to make the trip back.

Before he could even step through the door, he was greeted by a hefty crystal ashtray.

"You’ve really grown bold, haven’t you? You don’t need to consult us about important matters and make decisions on your own, is that it?"

Ms. Liao’s eyes were tinged with red, and her heaving chest betrayed her turbulent, terrible mood.

"All this money, and you dare to give it—Su Li also dares to take it."

Hearing this, Ning Zhiyuan guiltily shifted to one side and weakly explained, "That’s, that’s not..."

Ms. Liao interrupted loudly, "Don’t tell me she deserved it. There’s no such thing as ’deserved’."

Ms. Liao was so upset that her heart ached.

Moreover, hearing this news from the gossipmongers and having to act normal, as if she was already aware, was suffocating.

Here she was, at her age, still indebted, yet enhancing another woman’s luxurious life.

This went beyond selfless sacrifice.

Now, Ning Zhiyuan’s heart was increasingly filled with regret.

Had he known the company would plummet with negative growth, he would never have done such a foolish thing.

Though he initially thought he could quickly earn back what he had given, it now felt like an elusive dream.

Ning Zhiyuan also knew that his momentary soft-heartedness led to this predicament, and he didn’t dare speak out, letting Ms. Liao vent her anger.