Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 421 - 395: Not the Ending

"You lie, you obviously care." How come he never noticed before that his actions, which he thought were kind to her, hurt her so deeply?

Seeing Dong Yi’s silence, Mr. Yu continued speaking.

An unspoken ending is not an ending.

The real ending, even if it’s not what everyone hopes for, shouldn’t be avoidance. Qian was right about that.

"About last time, I’m really sorry for hurting you. I used to think our problems were too many, but it’s not your fault—it mainly lies with me."

"You? What’s your problem?" In Dong Yi’s heart, he was like a god, omnipotent, with all kinds of admiration.

"I’m a divorced man with a child. Although my salary is stable, it’s not as much as a businessman makes. I’m not as good at investments as my brother, and I’ve sold my house. While I still have money, it’s only enough to buy a small three-bedroom home. I’m also older than you. Honestly, I just want to say that I’m not as good as you think, so we can’t be together. It’s not your fault; it’s me who isn’t good enough. Don’t let this affect your confidence."

That he could say so much at once was almost a record for him. These words had been bottled up inside him for a week, and it was surprisingly easy to say them aloud.

"You really... aren’t just brushing me off?!" Hearing his answer, Dong Yi was simply incredulous. Seeing Mr. Yu’s serious expression, she couldn’t help but ask.

"Is this how you see yourself?" From the professional perspective of her analysis, this was a serious deviation from reality! If Mr. Yu wasn’t considered excellent, then what kind of man could be?

"I made a precise judgment about myself based on comparisons with my family and the impression my ex-wife had of me."

...Call that precise? You’re way off the mark!

If he hadn’t said it himself, Dong Yi would never have thought that a man, who outsiders find particularly remarkable, would be so self-doubting.

But his self-doubt is completely unfounded, isn’t it!

"Your brother is in the real estate business, and you’re comparing yourself to him based on wealth... and concluding you’re a poor man?" This is absurd! To compare yourself to someone in real estate about wealth is ridiculous!

"I’m also not as good as my brother. My brother is especially good at investing in funds," Yu Mingyi seriously corrected.

Although Yu Laomao had just entered the company and took over a rather chaotic situation, he managed the finances within the rules and enjoyed a comfortable life. As for Mr. Yu, he wasn’t inclined to handle it, or rather, he was too lazy, so he was often reprimanded by Wang Xiaohong for his lack of ambition.

Mr. Yu rarely interacted with outsiders, spending most of his time at the workplace. Comparing himself with the few people he interacted with, he indeed felt like the poorest.

"But still, you can fly a plane, and your brother can’t. You can’t compare like that!"

"It’s not really about comparison. I really enjoy my profession, and it’s not something that can be measured in money. I just feel like I can’t sustain a family’s expenses—"

"Hold on, how much is your monthly salary?" Dong Yi could hardly stand it, nearly driven to tears by him.

"My salary has several parts. Adding them all up, it’s still less than my brother’s..."

"Don’t mention your brother, talk about yourself!"

"As for me, besides the basic salary, there’s the flight rank stipend, flight hour bonus. My rank is special, so I get an extra few hundred a month. The flight hour stipend is also the highest, tens of yuan per hour. Altogether, it’s just hundreds of thousands a year."

Dong Yi was left speechless. Was this man not intentionally flaunting his wealth?

When Dong Yi first started school, she exerted tremendous effort to compete with many students for a precious tutoring position, earning just over 100 yuan a month, which alone caused envy and jealousy among other students.

Even full-time workers earned only a few hundred yuan a month back then. In the past two years, there were widespread layoffs in state-owned enterprises, with many people desperately seeking jobs.

Yet now, a person with a monthly income several times higher than a regular worker sincerely claimed that he couldn’t support a family. If Dong Yi didn’t understand Mr. Yu’s temperament so well, she might think he was deliberately flaunting his wealth in front of her, a struggling girl.

"With all that salary, how can you not support a family? Did your monthly expenses used to be large? You’ve already bought a house, and the car is allocated. What else can you spend money on?"

"Family expenses. Wang Xiaohong’s family has sick people; every month, I give 1,000 yuan for her mother’s living expenses. Her brother is in school, and sometimes there are relatives from the countryside to entertain. Money is occasionally lent out, for example, to build a house for her third uncle or to buy a tractor for her second uncle."

"Why should you shoulder all these expenses?!" Dong Yi was about to collapse.

This is a bottomless pit—who can fill it? Has Yu Mingyi been taken advantage of by the Wang Family like this?

"Every month, household expenses fall short, and I refuse to transfer to civil aviation."

Mr. Yu did not manage the household; he just handed over money on schedule each month. He didn’t have much expense at the workplace, nor did he know how high outside expenses were. According to Wang Xiaohong’s view, he was just a man incapable of supporting a family.

"Even if there were a gold mountain, it wouldn’t be enough for their antics! This is clearly about deliberately diverting marital shared assets!"

Dong Yi understood Wang Xiaohong’s mentality. She herself came from poverty, secretly adored Yu Mingyi, such an excellent man, and the gap was so significant it caused insecurity.

A woman without security tries to keep money tightly held.

However, Dong Yi wouldn’t use such a despicable method to secure money. Whether all that money went to the Wang Family, nobody knows, but surely Wang Xiaohong quietly stored it secretly, transferring it to her family’s name.

Mr. Yu, though seemingly particularly shrewd, didn’t understand social nuances. If someone asked, he gave it away, being brainwashed into considering himself a poor man.

A "poor" man earning several hundred thousand a year... isn’t this a bit too much?! Yet still with a car, a house, several homes!

Regarding this issue, Qian later asked Yu Minglang how come Mr. Yu was so foolish back then, and why didn’t anyone from the Yu Family remind him?

Yu Laomao explained that Mr. Yu was an exceptionally responsible man. If he dared marry someone, he wouldn’t guard against them. Actually, Mr. Yu might have known where Wang Xiaohong’s money went but chose not to expose it, always tolerating. Since Mr. Yu was like this, naturally, Yu Minglang, being his brother, wouldn’t say much. Despite disliking Wang Xiaohong, the Yu Family wouldn’t meddle in others’ marital affairs, just waiting to see when Mr. Yu would wake up himself.

Ultimately, it’s about one willing to inflict and one willing to endure—whatever outsiders say isn’t appropriate. Only Mr. Yu can realize it himself. In the end, he was truly unaware, never pondering over financial matters, consistently considering himself a poor man.