When I discovered that the 500,000 yuan I had scraped together and borrowed was down to 250 in my bank account,
I was stunned and immediately went to call the police.
But my wife knocked my phone to the floor and said disdainfully,
“Don’t make such a fuss. I transferred the money to Wenzhe.”
I demanded to know why she had sent it to her childhood friend.
My wife said,
“Wenzhe’s company is just getting started. He needs a good car to make an impression. How else is he supposed to negotiate deals?”
“Besides, didn’t you say that your money was my money? So I can spend it however I want!”
I stared at the wife I knew so well, yet barely recognized, unable to say a word.
Because that 500,000 yuan was the money that could save her life.
Without it, I wasn’t the one who would die. She was.
