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That morning, Song Sanxi went to Nanshan Club alone.

The Spring Festival Cup, the final game, still has to be played.

Won the championship easily.

The commentators and live broadcasts were full of praise and flattery.

Song Sanxi, in the live broadcast, calmly went on stage to receive the award.

The organizer also asked him how he would choose to distribute the prize, whether by check, cash, or transfer.

Song Sanxi thought for a moment, took out a note, handed it over, and said, "Pay it to my wife's bank card. This is her account number."

At this moment, the scene was shocked.

The host laughed and said, "It seems that Mr. Song is really a man who loves his wife! Your wife must be a happy woman!"

Song Sanxi smiled slightly, "I hope she can be happy forever. Money can't mean anything, but it can also mean something. Thank you to my family and friends for their tolerance and support. Thank you to everyone present for their attention and encouragement to me.

Thanks!"

He bowed calmly and left gracefully amid applause.

Su Youqing, who was watching the live broadcast at home, had tears in her eyes.

Sister, have you seen that your husband has really changed now?

Money, indeed, cannot represent anything, but it can also explain something.

Song Sanxi, you are right.

Su Yourong, who was far away in the provincial capital, was deeply moved while watching the live broadcast.

This guy really gave me two million?

Oh, he said that his money is mine, and he still kept it?

That’s two million!

Su Yourong was a little excited.

Then, the phone call came.

"Song Sanxi, do you keep your word?"

"You don't mean what you say, are you a man?"

"When I receive the payment notification, I will really believe you."

"From now on, you can choose to believe me at any time. I am working hard to fulfill my promise..."

"You... forget it, I'm busy."

Su Yourong remembered what he had said and wanted to say that she would get divorced if she made one billion, right?

But she didn't say anything and hung up the phone.

Could it be that, apart from feeling guilty and making amends for me, he has no feelings at all?

Has his heart become stone?

Can he really tolerate his illness?

Su Yourong, I don’t believe it!

Su Youqing also called to congratulate Song Sanxi on winning the championship.

"Sanxi, I'm very happy to see you so tolerant. From now on, you two must live a good life. With so much money, you can live a good life. I hope you will always be like this, how wonderful!"

"Sister, I will only do better."

"From now on, wherever there is a golf competition, you should go and participate! Only now do I know how profitable it is to play in this competition! Hee hee..."

"If I go far away, I will miss home, so I won't go around to compete. Money can be earned no matter what."

"Ah, you... If you have an opportunity to make a lot of money, you should seize it! Those who go abroad to work don't miss home?"

"But I will miss someone's unborn son, my godson. Before he was born, I thought he was conceived safely, right under my nose..."

"You...sigh..."

Su Youqing sighed with emotion, and said, "Then you should make more money, for the sake of being a godson! You are not a good godfather!"

"It's not easy, but it has to be. If someone feels sorry for me, he has to treat me to wine and meat..."

"Haha!" Su Youqing smiled, "Are you coming back for lunch? I'm going to buy groceries..."

"No, there's still something to do, take care of yourself..."
Chapter completed!