Ultimate Supreme Soldier King

Although he loved Xia Yan, he was even more afraid of going bankrupt.

Afraid of bearing tens of millions in debt.

By then, he would have no chance to turn things around.

So even if Xia Yan wanted to divorce him over this, he still needed Xia Yan to help him with this matter.

Yang Jiajun's words left Xia Yan trembling with anger.

The last bit of compassion in her heart vanished, and she picked up the phone and dialed.

"Yu Qingmei, that 20 million loan, don't lend it to Yuan Da!"

"Why not?" Yu Qingmei was puzzled.

"There's no why. Yu Qingmei, if you consider me a friend, you must not lend it!" Xia Yan said through gritted teeth.

"Okay." Yu Qingmei agreed.

Actually, although she had agreed to Xia Yan easily initially, in reality, getting this done was a bit troublesome.

After all, policy does not allow loans to be given to small real estate companies anymore.

Now that Xia Yan was telling her not to lend to Yuan Da, it was actually a great relief.

"Who, who are you calling?" Yang Jiajun asked, puzzled.

"Who am I calling?" Xia Yan retorted with a bitter laugh.

Originally, her plan was to leave directly, considering how well Yang Jiajun had treated her over the years.

The loan was still going to be given to Yang Jiajun.

But Yang Jiajun actually held her legs to prevent her from leaving, and even demanded that she sleep with that disgusting man.

Xia Yan was utterly hopeless.

"Yu Qingmei, have you heard?"

Yu Qingmei!

Of course, Yang Jiajun had heard of her.

She was an even bigger deal than Director Deng.

One could say that Director Deng could ensure an eighty percent chance for Yuan Da to secure the loan.

But if Yu Qingmei nodded, then there was a hundred percent chance of getting the loan.

Even, it could be more!

"You might not know, among the people who met disasters with me this time, she was one of them, and she's my good friend. I know you've been worried about the loan recently, so I went to her, and she has already agreed to lend to you," Xia Yan said bitterly.

"What!" Upon hearing Xia Yan's words, Yang Jiajun was completely stunned.

In his heart, he deeply regretted.

It seems that Xia Yan had prepared a candlelight dinner, surely to share this good news with him.

But...

He wished he had spoken later.

Now, Yang Jiajun's heart completely sank.

"I'm sorry, wife, I was wrong, please forgive me!" Knowing the relationship between Xia Yan and Yu Qingmei, Yang Jiajun naturally couldn't let Xia Yan walk away.

"Get lost!" Xia Yan was furious, and kicked Yang Jiajun away.

Yang Jiajun wanted to forcibly keep Xia Yan, but unfortunately, his abilities were no match for his wife.

He could only watch helplessly as Xia Yan slammed the door and left.

"Damn!"

Yang Jiajun was incredibly frustrated.

Why did things turn out this way?

It's not really Yang Jiajun's fault.

He could never have imagined that Xia Yan knew Yu Qingmei...

It's really...

Yang Jiajun knew that it was completely over between him and Xia Yan.

He was doomed too.

...

Imperial Power Bar.

Yang Jiajun sat at the bar, drinking like a corpse.

Although he had already drunk enough, he still wanted to drink.

"Hey, come have a drink with me!" Yang Jiajun saw a beautiful woman sitting beside the bar and shouted at her.

If it were before, he would have been more subtle, but tonight, he was too struck.

The woman glanced at Yang Jiajun and ignored him.

Yang Jiajun furrowed his brows, took out a bank card from his bag, and slapped it on the table: "There's one million in this card, want it?"

Yang Jiajun was ready to throw caution to the wind.

After all, he was going to go bankrupt soon and would owe tens of millions, this one million didn't matter anymore.

Hearing Yang Jiajun's words, the woman's face obviously changed.

But she still didn't move.

After all, who knew if what Yang Jiajun was saying was true.

"Yo, still don't believe it?" Yang Jiajun took out his phone, opened the internet banking app, and showed the balance to the woman.

It was one hundred and eight thousand in total.

Assured that Yang Jiajun's card had one million, the woman was finally moved.

But she left without a word.

However, as she walked past Yang Jiajun, she quietly said, "Home Inn, Room 38."

Then she left the bar straight away.

Yang Jiajun's lips curled into a sinister smile.

If it were before, he certainly wouldn't dare, but now that Xia Yan had left and he was going bankrupt, what was there to fear?

He gulped down the drink in his glass and then walked out of the bar.

That woman was decent, but obviously no match for Xia Yan.

Just as Yang Jiajun was getting ready, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open.

Then, a man with five or six strong men walked in.

"Damn you, who the hell are you?" Yang Jiajun was upset by the interruption and immediately cursed.

The woman beside him, seeing the man who came in, turned pale as death.

"Shuo, Brother Shuo, you, why are you here?"

The man ignored the woman, and kicked Yang Jiajun to the ground.

Yang Jiajun tried to resist, but he was immediately restrained by several strong men and pinned to the ground.

The man slapped Yang Jiajun's face, speaking with a sinister expression: "You've got guts, daring to cuckold me!"

"Who the hell are you?" Yang Jiajun said, not fearing the boiling water.

"Tell him who I am!" The man commanded coldly.

"Kid, you've got guts, even daring to touch Brother Shuo's woman?"

Brother Shuo?

Which Brother Shuo?

"Are you... Chen Shuo?" Yang Jiajun seemed to recognize the man.

Chen Shuo, the Little Overlord of Jiangdu, who hasn't heard of him?

He sobered up instantly.

"Brother Shuo, I was wrong, please forgive me!" The woman, not bothering to get dressed, knelt and crawled to Chen Shuo, crying bitterly.

"Get the hell out of here!" Chen Shuo kicked the woman away.

It turned out, this woman was one of Chen Shuo's mistresses, named Lu Qian.

Chen Shuo had given her quite a bit of money.

One hundred thousand every month.

But she knew too well that Chen Shuo had numerous mistresses.

She might fall out of favor any day.

So, faced with Yang Jiajun's one million, she was tempted.