Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 1895: One Hundred Fifty Thousand Yuan

“One hundred fifty thousand, I’ll give you the child. We will get the divorce certificate together tomorrow morning,” An Jinwei said.

“I won’t go. If we get the divorce certificate first and you don’t end up giving me the money but make me take the child, who will I complain to?” Ning Shu rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you still have my video in your hands?” An Jinwei said, rubbing his brows.

Ning Shu shook her head. “Sometimes, it’s scary when people are shameless. If you divorce me first, you won’t care about this video at all.”

“If I give you the money first, you won’t get a divorce,” An Jinwei said.

“As long as you give me money, I will definitely divorce you and give you the memory card immediately,” Ning Shu said.

An Jinwei rubbed his forehead. “If you lie to me, I’ll go to your family’s house to make trouble. Then no one will be at peace.”

“Yes, even if I run, my family and reputation can’t.” Ning Shu yawned. “Then, we’ll go to the bank to transfer the money tomorrow.”

“I’m going to bed first. Oh right.” Ning Shu turned her head and said, “Don’t try to steal my phone during the night. I have a fruit knife under my pillow. If I accidentally stab someone while in a trance, I can’t guarantee anything.

“Good night, sleep well and have a good dream,” Ning Shu said with a sweet smile.

Ning Shu took the child back to the bedroom. She looked at the sleeping child and sighed. This was an innocent child.

Ning Shu put the child in the crib and then sat on the bed to cultivate. She felt refreshed and cultivated all night.

In the morning, Ning Shu changed the child’s diaper, nursed her, and walked out of the bedroom with the child strapped to her back.

The members of the An family were sitting at the dining table. Youtiao, soy milk, and porridge were laid out. Ning Shu sat down and ate breakfast.

The complexions of the other family members were not very good. Obviously they hadn’t slept much last night.

An Jinwei’s mother’s gaze fell on Ning Shu like a sharp knife. Hearing the sounds of Ning Shu slurping down porridge, she couldn’t help but say, “The An family must have accumulated eight lives’ worth of bad luck to meet a wife like you.”

“Yes, you must have done too many wicked things in your previous life,” Ning Shu said with a smile. “I don’t want the child. You really don’t want this child? She has the blood of your An family.”

“Who wants this stupid kid? Since this girl’s birth, the An family has not had a good life, nor a peaceful day. This child is a disaster star, a debt collector,” An Jinwei’s mother said in disgust.

Ning Shu curled her lips. It was good that the child knew nothing right now. If she could already remember and understand words, Ning Shu didn’t know how she would feel when hearing this.

What age was this, and yet they were still so patriarchal? The An family was really a suffocating place. You couldn’t feel the warmth of a family, only the indifference of an extremely utilitarian hierarchical system.

“Just because you guys don’t want her, you guys are trying to shove her onto me.” Ning Shu was very dissatisfied. She said to An Jinwei, “We’ll transfer the money when we go to the bank.”

After breakfast, the family went out. When they arrived at the gate of the bank, An Jinwei said, “If you lie to me, I won’t let you off.”

Translator: Lili