Nuomi finally finished having a good cry.
She blew her nose a couple of times, took a gulp of liquor, and stuffed a piece of braised pork belly into her mouth. As she chewed, she slapped her chopsticks down on the table.
"Boss, you shouldn't have called it off then."
Xiao Mo's hand paused as he reached for some food.
"You should've waited until they finished all the paperwork, transferred the money to the third party, and I went to the hospital to get tested as a match for his son."
Wang Xiaoliang slowed his chewing.
Wei Zijin looked over too.
The corner of Nuomi's mouth lifted. She held up a finger and wagged it. "At that point... there would've been two possible outcomes."
She deliberately stopped there and took a sip from her teacup.
Wang Xiaoliang picked up where she left off. "You were a match, or you weren't."
Nuomi snapped her fingers at him. "Bingo!"
She leaned back in her chair and spread her hands. "If I wasn't a match, how would they feel? All that effort, all those documents signed, the money transferred, and in the end, all for nothing. Just picture that."
"And if you were a match?"
"If I was..." Nuomi's eyes lit up. "That would've been the best time for Boss to step in. It would've hit even harder than it did today."
Xiao Mo put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Nuomi."
"Yeah?"
"You were playing with fire today."
Nuomi pursed her lips. "Couldn't I just leave the liability for breach out of the agreement? If I didn't take a penny from them, what could they do to me?"
"Is that really what you think?"
Xiao Mo looked at her.
"There are four of us. However smart we are,