Reborn and Counterattack: The CEO's Powerful Sweetheart

Chapter 1059 - 1058: We Don’t Want the Money Anymore

Can’t take it out!How is that possible.

Ma Zongyu glared and said, "Then just cough it up yourself! Worst case, we don’t want the money, we’ll walk away from the deal. You first pay back Master Song’s money, that’s the real business here!"

If they still didn’t give the money to Song Zihua, he was afraid he’d be losing a hand.

Usually, even if Ma Zongyu managed to put on the act of being some big shot, at this moment he was nothing but a coward, and a pathetic one at that.

Ding Suzhu’s eyes went wide. "Easy for you to say..."

Apart from the company’s working capital, almost all the money at home had been squandered by Ma Zongyu. Gambling today, sleeping with some side chick tomorrow—where doesn’t that take money? If not for this, Ding Suzhu wouldn’t be living so tight, wouldn’t have opened a clothing shop just to have a bit more cash flow.

But Ma Zongyu just didn’t get it, had no idea how hard she worked, and spent money like his life depended on it. If not for him, Suzhu’s business would never have been this limited.

Now, just thinking about all that made Ding Suzhu’s heart ache.

Ma Zongyu stared, snapping, "Then who are you making all that money for! Saving it to burn paper money for your dead parents? I’m telling you, I—"

Before he could finish, a sharp pain exploded in his face—someone had punched him square in the jaw.

Song Zihua couldn’t take it anymore. "I’ve seen shameless people before, but never one as shameless as you! A so‑called man with no pride, no skin, no face—makes me sick! I’m telling you, today this debt, I’m making you pay it yourself. Don’t even think about dragging anyone else into it!"

If people called them thugs, then Ma Zongyu was a hundred‑percent hooligan, and the most disgusting kind at that.

Every extra sentence Song Zihua said to him made him feel nauseated—literally sick to his stomach.

Ma Zongyu staggered back two steps, horrified. "W‑why, why..."

In Ma Zongyu’s mind, as long as the money got paid back, everything would be fine, and he’d still be Lord Ma.

Why should Song Zihua care who actually came up with the money?

Besides, to someone like Song Zihua, wasn’t getting the money the first and only goal?

He just couldn’t make sense of it, couldn’t see through it...

So he was left completely lost.

Song Zihua shot him a glare and said, "Because you’re shameless! You’re a fucking scoundrel and a deadbeat. I’m in a bad mood just looking at you today! I feel like giving you a proper lesson, letting you know what it means to be a man."

A man at the very least should stand tall. Even if you’re broke, you should still have a spine. So what if you lose a hand! That’s the rule of the casino—since when do you whine like some old auntie!

Someone like Ma Zongyu didn’t even deserve to be called a man; at best, he was a dog.

And even an ordinary dog will wag its tail when it sees its owner.

But him? Not only was he utterly without conscience, he even wanted to bite the hand that fed him.

Ma Zongyu was suffocating with humiliation, all pride and face gone. He had no way out, could only stare pitifully at Ding Suzhu, hoping she would help him.

But...

Ding Suzhu had no such inclination; she directly avoided his gaze.

She had no intention of engaging with him any further.

Song Zihua gave Ma Zongyu a vicious kick. "At this point, it’s useless looking at anyone. I’m giving you two choices now: either use your own ability to get your hands on five million fair and square, or I’ll take one of your hands!"

What...

Get five million "fair and square," or lose a hand.

Ma Zongyu’s heart skipped a beat.

He felt that Song Zihua was deliberately making things impossible for him, basically coming for his hand.

Ma Zongyu was on the verge of tears. "Master Song, have a heart... Suzhu and I are family, her money is my money... what’s the difference whose it is..."