Chapter 42 Giving Money

Si Qinyu's expression suddenly darkened, his brow furrowed deeply, a flash of anger and disappointment crossing his eyes.

He turned abruptly, his voice low and forceful: "What do you mean by that? Am I really such a despicable person in your eyes? I prepared all this just to help you through a difficult time, yet you doubt my intentions?"

His tone carried an unquestionable firmness, and every word felt like a heavy hammer striking against Lu Randan's heart.

With that, he strode toward the door and yanked it open. A gust of cold wind mixed with the night rushed in. His silhouette paused in the doorway for a fraction of a second before the door slammed shut with a thunderous bang, as if venting his present anger and disappointment.

Lu Randan gripped the bank card tightly, her fingertips turning white from the pressure. She stared at the door that Si Qinyu had angrily slammed shut, a flash of resolute determination gleaming in her eyes.

Turning around, she walked into the master bedroom of their marital home and rummaged through the depths of a drawer to pull out a yellowed property ownership certificate.

Under the dim, warm light, her figure appeared remarkably steadfast.

She gazed at every single word on the property deed, as if conversing with her own destiny.

Finally, she took a deep breath, picked up her phone and the deed, strode out of the house, and headed straight for the bank.

In the night, her figure was elongated by the streetlights, and every step she took was filled with an undeniable resolve, as if she were determined to trample all obstacles beneath her feet.

Stepping into the bank, Lu Randan was greeted by the soft indoor lighting, which failed to mask the determination in her eyes.

She walked straight to the loan consultation desk, took the yellowed property deed out of her bag, and gently placed it on the table. The corners of the paper were slightly curled from the erosion of time.

"I want a loan."

Her voice was clear and resolute, as she explained her loan requirements and purpose to the staff member, every word exuding an unquestionable determination.

The staff member's gaze shifted between her and the property deed, finally nodding and beginning the paperwork.

Lu Randan pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes closely following the other person's every movement, her nervousness and anticipation weaving into a complex web of emotions.

Si Qinyu drove like a madman, the neon lights along the way blurring into streaks in his eyes while the fire of rage in his heart burned ever brighter.

He stormed into the company and headed straight for Lu Randan's office. The door was violently shoved open by him, producing a deafening crash.

Lu Randan was looking down, organizing documents, and was startled by the sudden commotion. Looking up, she saw Si Qinyu standing at the door with a furious expression, his eyes seemingly breathing fire.

He strode over to her, grabbed her wrist, and spoke in a low, angry voice: "How dare you mortgage our marital home? How could you!"

His fingers turned white from the force. Lu Randan winced in pain and frowned, yet stubbornly refusing to utter a sound, merely meeting his gaze with her resolute eyes. The air was thick with a hair-trigger tension.

Her wrist ached from Si Qinyu's tight grip, but she maintained her calm and resolve, her eyes showing not the slightest trace of backing down. "I had no choice. The company needs money."

Though her voice was soft, every word was crystal clear, striking Si Qinyu's heart like a heavy winter blow.

Her eyes gleamed with an unyielding light, as if telling him that no matter how arduous the road ahead, she had to press on.

Lu Randan raised her chin slightly, carrying an unquestionable pride and determination in her posture. She gently shook off his hand and proceeded to organize the documents on her desk, every movement reflecting her inner resilience and perseverance.

Si Qinyu's chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot as if he wanted to see right through Lu Randan: "That marital home was decorated and designed with our blood, sweat, and tears. Every single inch of it bears the traces of our deep love! Every single ornament was chosen together by both of us. How could you give it up so easily? It's not just a house; it's our home, the witness of our love! When you did this, did you ever consider my feelings? Did you ever think about our past dreams and plans for the future?"

His words were like a violent storm, each sentence carrying endless sorrow and anger, as if he wanted to tear apart all the beauty and dreams in this relationship.

The rims of Si Qinyu's eyes turned red, and his voice trembled, as though every word was being squeezed from the depths of his soul: "How can you be so cruel? For the sake of a company, you are willing to sacrifice our shared home! Look at me and tell me, how much space is even left for me in your heart? Were those sweet times completely worthless to you, so easily cast aside?"

His words were like sharp blades, slicing piece by piece through the already crumbling connection between them. A suffocating sorrow filled the air, freezing the entire space.

Lu Randan's eyes instantly grew moist, tears shimmering in the light and sliding down her cheeks like broken pearls.

Her voice trembled with irrepressible grief: "You threatened me, refusing to give me money, so I had no choice. The company's capital chain snapped, the employees are waiting for their salaries, and the suppliers are pressing for payments—what else could I do? I couldn't just sit by and watch it collapse; that is our shared life's work!"

She covered her face with both hands, tears spilling through her fingers and dripping onto the cold desk, making faint, clear sounds.

Her body trembled slightly, as if bearing immense pressure and pain, and every breath was accompanied by a twitch, making one's heart ache with pity.

Si Qinyu took a deep breath, struggling to calm his churning emotions, a flash of resolve crossing his eyes: "Go get the house back. Rest assured, I will give you the money."

As he spoke, he pulled a bank card from his pocket and slammed it heavily onto the desk, the sound carrying an unquestionable force.

Lu Randan looked up in surprise, gazing through her tear-blurred eyes at the card as if she had seen a lifeline.

Si Qinyu's gaze softened slightly, yet still retained an unyielding firmness: "This is all my savings; take it to tide things over first. We will save the company together; don't carry it all by yourself. From now on, whatever happens, we will discuss it together. Don't ever make decisions on your own again."

His words were like a ray of winter sunlight, warm and powerful, piercing through the gloom in her heart.

Si Qinyu's gaze turned exceptionally resolute. He stood up, walked over to Lu Randan, gently patted her shoulder, and spoke with undeniable decisiveness: "The house cannot be sold. Don't ever entertain the idea of using this house again."

With that, he gently wiped the tears from the corner of Lu Randan's eyes, and their gazes locked at that very moment.

Lu Randan looked at the bank card with a complex expression.

Her fingers gently stroked the surface of the card, the chilly touch transmitting through her fingertips into the depths of her heart, stirring layer upon layer of ripples.

Her eyes grew moist once more, tears swirling in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She let out a helpless sigh.