Di Zhi said, "I admit I take my wife's money. But we're married. What's hers is mine. What's wrong with that? Do we have to draw such a clear line? But who took money from my in-laws? What the fuck is wrong with me taking my own money? Is there a problem?? Have you got nothing fucking better to do? You fucking scammer, if you've got time to bother me, why don't you go scam someone else and make some more money?"
All pretense was gone.
The man had lost his composure.
Being called a kept man had hit his sorest spot and sent him into hysterics.
What Di Zhi hated most was being called a kept man who lived off a woman.
"Your own money?? Who gave you the nerve to make that claim so shamelessly and self-righteously? You earn ten thousand yuan a month and have been married and working for three years. Let's say you never spent a penny on food or drink, and your wife supported you and waited on you every day. Even then, you'd only have saved three or four hundred thousand!"
"The mortgage and car payments are all hers! Your wife supports you and waits on you every day, and she has to wait on your good-for-nothing friends too, serving lavish meals every day. She earns twenty thousand a month, but do you know how much your household spends each month?? At least twenty thousand, and as much as thirty thousand!!!"
"Your household lives paycheck to paycheck! Where did you get the money to keep lending it to everyone?? Wasn't it your wife begging her parents to pay up??"
"You're really something. You force your wife to give you money and fight with her every day, but you refuse to admit you're living