Chen Guoxiang always misunderstood that Chen Feng had lent her a million because he slept with her, otherwise, he couldn't explain why Chen Feng would be so generous.

And Ni Yuhua didn't bother to clarify this misunderstanding to him. Initially, she hoped to let him misunderstand so they could divorce. After the divorce went through, she was too lazy to explain it to him.

This time, she's also too lazy to explain, and just asked irritably, "Do you think I'm worth that much? Borrowed a million, and can still borrow another 700,000?"

"Of course you're worth it! In my eyes, you're a priceless treasure. In Chen Feng's eyes, you're probably worth at least a few million as well. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lent you a million before, would he? He's probably in the fresh stage with you, if you put in the effort, he'll certainly lend you more money."

"Go to hell!"

Ni Yuhua got angrier and hung up the phone directly.

Chen Guoxiang quickly called again, but was repeatedly declined, and was eventually blocked, which scared him into hurriedly apologizing and begging on WeChat. Fortunately, Ni Yuhua didn't block him on WeChat, which relieved him a lot.

For now, he dared not encourage her to borrow money from Chen Feng again, or else he might end up with nothing.

Anyway, Ma Laoliu had given him a week's grace, so he could slowly think of a way.

Ma Laoliu had been busy in the company until 3:30 in the afternoon, filing away several important clients and assigning them to his team for follow-up. Only then did he leave the company.

His job as chairman wasn't particularly busy, after all, he had been lending for nearly a decade, and had already nurtured a group of seasoned financial service professionals under him. They were very professional, and, nominally, were spread out over five or six companies, each with nominal owners, so he, as the real puppet master, didn't need to coordinate everything personally.

Now, he mainly focused on high-end clients within these companies, those over the million mark. Clients like Chen Guoxiang didn't appear often each month, but there were at least a few, adding up to twenty or thirty in a year, totaling over a hundred million. At best, fifty or sixty, bringing him a net profit of over fifty million. It was truly delightful.

But this was three years ago. In the past two years, with the impact of the broader environment and more competitors emerging, business had become increasingly difficult. He was considering transformation and re-entrepreneurship.

However, he had been struggling to find a good new project, and as he was already accustomed to making quick money, transitioning to another industry to earn slow money was definitely awkward for him.

For instance, two years ago, he partnered with someone to invest in a supermarket, investing five million, but until now, he hadn't even made back a million, which frustrated him greatly.

Despite having only a middle school education, he had always had a very strong entrepreneurial spirit, unsatisfied with his current achievements.

In addition to consolidating the current businesses of his lending companies, he also wanted to expand his business landscape, making his enterprise bigger and stronger.

He was only forty-five this year, in his prime, not old at all.

The thought of company transformations and expanding his business landscape gave Ma Laoliu a headache, so he decided to stop thinking about it.

Instead, he thought of a female white-collar worker he had recently hooked up with, and immediately felt uplifted.

This white-collar worker he met at a drinking event; she was a finance officer from a foreign trade company, brought out by her boss to accompany the drinking, hoping to borrow a bridge loan from his finance company.

During that event, the white-collar must unsurprisingly got drunk, then was pretended to be drunk by her boss who pushed her to Ma Laoliu for care, naturally ending up being cared for in bed by Ma Laoliu.

Afterward, Ma Laoliu easily lent that foreign trade company the money, and the white-collar worker got promoted, leading to a happy ending for everyone.

Unexpectedly, what seemed a one-time thing, the white-collar worker contacted him this afternoon, asking him out for tea.

Ma Laoliu of course gladly accepted.

The two arranged to meet at 4 in the afternoon, so he left the company at 3:30, which gave him just enough time to reach the agreed teahouse within ten minutes, have a quick tea, and then naturally check into a hotel.

As Ma Laoliu walked out of the office, his driver and bodyguard Huang, who had been with him for five or six years, quietly followed behind.

Huang, an elite former soldier close to forty, maintained his physique and skills exceptionally well, and most people couldn't get near him. Ma Laoliu had poached him at a high cost, initially offering a fifty thousand settlement fee, and his salary had gone from ten thousand a month to thirty thousand, with at least one hundred thousand as a year-end bonus and red envelopes.

The two descended the building and exited the office tower, where his luxury car was parked in a designated outdoor parking space.

It was only a short distance of twenty or thirty meters from the building entrance to his car's parking spot, a route they had frequently taken.

As Ma Laoliu walked ahead, Huang followed closely, ensuring his boss was always within sight.

Just as they were approaching his luxury car, a person exited a nearby parked vehicle.

Initially, neither of them paid much attention, until the person suddenly picked up pace, quickly closing in on them, raising Huang's alertness. Glancing at the person, a chill ran down his spine.

The approaching individual was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, but what caught the attention was the hand reaching into the coat and pulling out a gun, the black muzzle aimed at them.

Almost instinctively, Huang dove to the side, his body soaring through the air.

At the same time, gunshots rang out, bang bang bang, three consecutive shots. The first hit Ma Laoliu in the thigh, and before he could scream, the second shot hit his right chest, followed by the third in his left chest as he fell. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ma Laoliu's eyes widened as he fell into a pool of blood, blood gurgling from his mouth, unable to utter a word.

The gunman turned and ran back to the vehicle, quickly started it, reversed, and sped away.

Once the vehicle was gone, Huang emerged from behind a car, rushing to check on Ma Laoliu's condition.

Ma Laoliu's lips moved, trying to speak but only faint weak sounds came out, incomprehensible.

Huang knew he was beyond saving, but he quickly pulled out his phone, dialing for an ambulance and the police.

Once the calls were made, he crouched beside Ma Laoliu, looking down at him unemotionally.

"Boss, there's been something I've kept to myself for a long time; now that you're dying, I'll say it so you can rest in peace. You slept with my wife, I slept with yours, we're even. After you die, I'll take good care of your wife, rest assured."

In that moment, Ma Laoliu's eyes opened wide, his right hand lifted with effort, mouth moving but ultimately not uttering a word, his hand heavy as it fell to the ground, dead.