I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 108: Wolf Wearing A Sheep’s Skin II

Su Jinhe looked down at the surface of the table, as if it might shatter under the weight of his next words. He was ashamed to tell her all this, but this was his last weapon to get into Meilin’s heart.

"I wasn’t at work that night, Meilin. I was at a gambling den. I thought I could win back enough money to pay for the medicine, for the debts, for the rent." He exhaled a shaky breath.

"But I lost, I lost everything."

For the first time since he sat down, there was something genuine in his expression. Regret. Not for the gambling, or the debts but for his son.

"That night, Zhihao died alone. Without even a goddamn fan to cool his body."

He paused, it was a long and suffocating one. Even Su Meilin didn’t dare to move her body for a bit, her mind was full of thoughts as she bit her lower lip.

"I held him afterward. Carried his body to the hospital myself." He scoffed bitterly. "And they told me what I already knew. If I had brought him just a few hours earlier, they could’ve saved him."

Meilin trembled beside Zhao Yiming, her mind caught between sorrow and doubt.

"That’s when I changed," Su Jinhe said, his voice steelier now.

"I promised myself I would never let my family be poor again. Never let death come knocking because we couldn’t pay the damn door fee."

Zhao Yiming listened in silence, but his instincts sharpened. Something about the way Su Jinhe was telling the story, it was true from his heart but with an ugly purpose.

"You see," Su Jinhe went on, his tone softer again, "this obsession with money, with status... It’s not because I want to flaunt it. It’s because I swore I’d never lose again. Not my business, and not my family."

He looked directly at Meilin now, eyes glassy and worn. His father successfully swayed her already broken heart as his reasoning made sense, even if Jinhe literally sacrificed his daughter life.

But Su Meilin was kind kind-hearted woman. Zhao Yiming wasn’t even sure if she could hold a grudge for long. Especially for her only family member left.

"Maybe I pushed you too hard. Maybe I made horrible mistakes. But it all came from that fear, Meilin. That pain."

Zhao Yiming folded his arms, still silent and skeptical.

He remembered something from the reports the system had pulled earlier. He brought it via the system shop with about $10,000. It was pricey.

The system called it, called "Selective Black Document" is used for knowing the dirty secret of another company or even an individual. Of course, it has its own limitations too.

Su Jinhe’s so-called "business"—a chain of household cleaning supply stores—had once flourished in small industrial towns.

But it fell apart because he was caught diluting disinfectants, repackaging cheap floor cleaner, and marketing it as antibacterial soap.

Multiple customers complained of rashes and allergic reactions, and when regulators came knocking, Jinhe used bribes to stall the investigation. free𝑤ebnovel.com

But word got out and trust among customers evaporated. Because of that, no one buys from his stores anymore and it ended up closing. While they keep debts piled up.

Zhihao’s death? It happened during the peak of this scandal. When Jinhe was neck-deep in lawsuits and gambling away investor money under false names.

Yes, the boy died of illness, and yes, Jinhe cried, but not enough to stop him from going back to the cards the very next week.

So Zhao Yiming said nothing.

He would let the liar act. Let him dig his grave a little deeper.

But Meilin... she was shaking now. Vulnerable. The memory of her brother, her family, and her pain, it blurred the edge of her suspicion.

"Why didn’t you tell me all of this before?" she whispered.

Su Jinhe leaned forward, his voice coated in false humility.

"Because I didn’t think I deserved your sympathy back then."

He bowed his head slightly.

"But now I’m ready to earn it."

Meilin stared at him, unsure whether to cry or scream.

And Zhao Yiming watched it all, jaw clenched, thinking, ’This bastard knows how to twist the knife.’

Just as Zhao Yiming parted his lips, ready to speak his mind and pull out the official folder they brought.

A notarized Termination of Kinship Declaration, a legal document recognized by local authorities to sever ties between family members.

However, a soft knock came from the sliding door disturbing the perfect timing.

"Excuse me," a young server peeked in, bowing slightly. "Mr. Zhao, a guest is waiting outside. She said it’s urgent."

Zhao Yiming’s brow furrowed. "A guest? Who?"

"She... didn’t leave a name," the server replied, eyes uncertain. "Just said they needed to see you right away, talking about something important about Lianwu Street."

Yiming lifted his brow, If it was something about his shipping district, it was usually Luo Yanyu. But he didn’t get any message or phone call.

’Something not right...’ he thought.

He exchanged a glance with Su Meilin. The timing was too convenient.

But before he could decline, Meilin gave him a weak smile. "It’s okay... You should go. I—I need a moment with him anyway."

Zhao hesitated. His instincts screamed no. But Meilin’s eyes were red, her hands fidgeting in her lap. She needed the space.

"...Alright," he said finally, voice low. "I’ll be back soon."

He gave her shoulder a light squeeze and stood.

Across the table, Su Jinhe smiled faintly, it was a pleasant one, even friendly. But Zhao Yiming caught the ghost of something smug at the edge of that grin.

Something vile.

"Take your time," Su Jinhe said softly, sipping his tea again as if nothing had happened.

Zhao didn’t answer. He turned and followed the server, footsteps slow and deliberate. But inside, he ordered the system to hire two bodyguards and wait outside this very room, to make sure Jinhe didn’t do something stupid with Su Meilin.

As the door slid shut behind him, Su Jinhe leaned back in his seat and finally let his smile bloom, wolfish and satisfied.

’Now... the game begins,’ he thought.

And Meilin, sitting alone with him, her face down, she played with her own fingers.

’She is easy to break anyway,’ he smirked.

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