Interstellar Marriage: Professor Han’s Sassy Wife Fucked Again

There were indeed several picture albums borrowed from Yu Rong in Cheng Ai's room. Uncle Cheng looked at Yu Rong's name written on the cover and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as you have a reference, it will be much easier to copy.

"Go and practice. Once you're done, sign the consent form." Uncle Cheng told the housekeeper.

The housekeeper suddenly started to sweat again, "Master, I dropped out of school since I was a child and don't know a few words. Miss Yu Rong's name is so complicated that I can't even write it, let alone copy it!"

How could Mr. Cheng fail to hear the butler's excuse, "Huh! I can't count on you for anything!"

No one can count on him, so he can only do it himself.

In one afternoon, Mr. Cheng practiced it hundreds of times, and finally felt that the handwriting was similar. He signed the bank's large-amount withdrawal application document and asked Yu Rong to entrust him with all the relevant matters.

I called the housekeeper again, but no one answered.

Mr. Cheng searched the kitchen, courtyard and living room, but they were all missing. In the end, he had to go to the housekeeper's bedroom to arrest him personally.

As soon as I opened the door, I realized that the housekeeper had run away. All the wardrobes in the bedroom were opened and things were in a mess. Some of the valuable things that had been given to the housekeeper over the years were all gone. Even some commonly used things were not brought. Pick out the valuable ones and take them.

This old guy has been raised by the Cheng family for so many years in vain. Now that the Cheng family is in despair, he runs away faster than anyone else without even saying hello! The friendship between master and servant has been completely ignored for so many years!

Uncle Cheng's chest was rising and falling with anger, but he remembered that it was important to save his son. The housekeeper was not here, and the two useless women at home, he had no choice but to go alone.

"I'll handle the scheduled transfer." Uncle Cheng handed over a pile of materials he had prepared in advance.

"Transfer all out?" The bank teller entered the account number and it was displayed as a top VIP user. These people all have accounts worth over 100 million. If such a big customer is lost, the president will eat himself alive.

The teller asked: "Is there anything urgent you need? You are a VVIP user, and the bank manager will receive you personally."

"Yes, it's urgent. Make an appointment for me. I'll come over tomorrow to transfer the money." Mr. Han was a little impatient.

The teller secretly notified the president using the internal line, while taking the materials and slowly reviewing them, "Are you the client? Why didn't the depositor come in person?"

"She is currently not in the fourth star. She signed this in advance and entrusted me to come and handle it." Uncle Cheng felt guilty. This person wouldn't notice anything...

"Okay sir, let me check your account balance for you. Please enter your password!" The teller followed the procedure.

After all, Uncle Cheng has been Yu Rong's guardian for so many years, so he naturally knows these things very well. The password is the anniversary of Yu Rong's father's death.

If Yu Rong's mother hadn't entrusted some trust fund to handle the money, and it wouldn't be released until Yu Rong came of age, he would have gotten the money long ago!

After Uncle Cheng entered the password with full confidence, he didn't notice that the smile on the teller's face had solidified.

"First, sir, are you sure you want to make an appointment for transfer instead of closing the account?" the teller asked.

Mr. Cheng noticed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The balance of this account is only 73.1, are you sure you want to transfer the money?" the teller asked again.

"Impossible!" Uncle Cheng was shocked. Where is the money in the account? "Is there any running water? I want to see it!"

The teller did not dare to neglect the VVIP and cashed out the account's turnover for a year. Mr. Cheng grabbed the list and took a look, and his blood suddenly surged. Yu Rong, this damn girl, spent nearly half of the money in her account before leaving Fourth Star. After leaving, she actually entrusted Cheng Ai to spend the remaining money. All were transferred to the main star's account, this traitor!

The old man's hand holding the cane was shaking. When the bank teller wanted to persuade him, Uncle Cheng waved his hand and walked towards the door step by step, looking extremely lonely.

"You forgot to take your materials with you!" the teller shouted.

But Uncle Cheng left without looking back. The teller was troubled by this pile of information. If he kept it, it would be of no use at all. If he threw it away, what if the VVIP would come back to pick it up?

Uncle Cheng didn't know how he walked home step by step.

When I got home, I closed the door and let out the breath I was holding on to. I collapsed on the ground and stared blankly at the carvings on the wooden door. A thought arose in my mind, the Cheng family... is over!

I don’t know how long I sat there. Aunt Feng went downstairs to cook. She saw her husband slumped on the ground without any image. She quickly stepped forward to help her and pulled her twice. Uncle Cheng remained motionless and stared straight ahead. He kept muttering in his mouth, "The Cheng family is finished... The Cheng family is finished."

Aunt Feng was so frightened that she cried. She cried loudly and shook Uncle Cheng: "Master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me. If you have anything to say, tell me..."

Uncle Cheng turned his face to Aunt Feng and stared at her, like an evil ghost in hell seeking life. He still seemed to be repeating those words, but his voice got louder and louder, "The Cheng family is finished, the Cheng family is finished." It’s over!”

As he spoke, he stood up, picked up his crutch and smashed all the furnishings in the living room, smashing the communicator, display screen, and all the tea sets.

Aunt Feng was so frightened that she covered her ears with her hands and cried silently.

Fang Xiner was attracted by the noise downstairs, and looked down from upstairs. She watched her uncle smashing the furnishings in the house almost crazily, shouting that the Cheng family was finished, but she was too frightened to speak.

Aunt Feng didn't know where she got the courage. She suddenly rushed up and hugged her husband from behind, crying and advising: "Master, master, don't smash it."

Mr. Cheng was out of breath from the beating. He had no strength after being disturbed by Aunt Feng, but he still raised his crutches with his eyes straight, as if the crutches were about to be smashed down in the next second.

"Master, don't be like this, wuwuwu..." Aunt Feng hugged Mr. Cheng and didn't dare to let go.

What should the Cheng family do? What should Cheng Hao do?

These days, he goes out of his way to ask for what he should ask for and borrow what he should borrow. What he gets is either a rejection or ridicule. Those business partners are either busy with themselves at this time, waiting to reap the benefits or waiting to see. joke.

It's pity that the hard work of several generations of the Cheng family has been wasted like this...

Uncle Cheng looked at the crystal lamp above his head with desolation in his eyes.

He said to Aunt Feng behind him in a hoarse voice: "Go and take out the real estate certificate. It's in the left-hand drawer of my study."

Aunt Feng looked at her husband in surprise when she heard this. For so many years, her husband had not allowed her to enter his study. Today's order felt wrong no matter how she heard it.

Aunt Feng was afraid that the old man would commit suicide, so she still hugged the old man and did not dare to move.

"Go ahead, this property plus the money raised before is enough..." Uncle Cheng said blankly.