270: Don't we still have a wedding house?

Bow his head and beg Atapong for mercy?

As soon as this thought surfaced, Su Cha felt a strong wave of nausea and humiliation.

Let him beg for mercy from this scum who humiliated his father and trampled on his family's dignity?

He'd rather be killed!

But... if he didn't bow his head, what else could he do?

Was he really going to watch helplessly as his wife's three golds were taken away?

Would he still be a man then?

Today was his wedding day!

A massive surge of anger and powerlessness intertwined, making it hard for Su Cha to breathe. Fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He could only glare deathly at Atapong.

Seeing that a clown like Su Cha dared to glare at him, Atapong couldn't help but sneer coldly.

What an ungrateful fool!

Death is at the door, yet he's still acting tough!

Hmph, no ability yet trying to act strong like others. A piece of trash, just like his Uncle Wenchalong—a born coward!

I'll make sure this idiot learns his lesson today.

Seeing Su Cha still glaring at him, Atapong felt disgusted. Being looked at by such a loser made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

So, he barked directly at Su Cha.

"Fuck, follow if you're going to follow, don't play dead with me!"

"What the hell are you staring at? Are you in or out? Speak up!"

This vulgar verbal abuse made many people in the courtyard frown, but due to Atapong's ferocity and arrogance, no one dared to stand up and say anything.

Standing beside Lei Jun, Su Qing and Su Ya felt a sharp pain in their hearts as they watched their brother being publicly insulted by Atapong.

They had watched their brother grow up as an honest and simple man. Although he could be stubborn at times, he never actively looked for trouble.

The reason their brother was so impulsive today was, in the final analysis, because their Older Male Cousin Atapong had gone too far, and their father was too weak, forcing their brother into a corner where he had no choice but to resist.

However, the result of resistance was falling into an even deeper impasse.

They hated Atapong's sinister cruelty, were angry at their brother's recklessness, and felt a deep sense of sorrow and helplessness over their father's unprincipled retreat and fawning attitude.

Seeing their brother's face turn pale and him swaying on his feet, the two sisters could no longer hold back their tears, which fell in streams.

Su Qing bit her lip hard, while Su Ya helplessly grabbed her sister's arm. Both looked at Lei Jun, their eyes filled with final hope and pleading.

Miss Lei, you are so capable, you must have a way, right?

Atapong's wife, Nala, felt incredibly satisfied watching her husband display his dominance and leave Su Cha speechless.

She had long disliked Su Cha's family, thinking they were poor and pathetic, and she was even jealous of the excessively beautiful Lei Jun.

At this moment, she swayed her hips over to the table, reached out a hand with bright red nail polish, and deliberately used two fingers to pick up the red velvet box containing the three golds, flippantly opening it and taking out the gold bracelet inside.

She held it up to the light, then curled her lip.

"Oh, the quality is just average, and the craftsmanship is old-fashioned. Well, a mosquito's leg is still meat; I might as well take it."

As she spoke, she deliberately tried the gold bracelet on her wrist, a blatant sneer on her face as she looked at Su Cha's wife.

"Sister, your taste isn't great. In the future, when you buy gold jewelry, you should let me give you some advice."

The others in the courtyard began to whisper again.

"No, this couple is really bullying people too much!"

"Atapong is so arrogant; isn't he afraid of being struck by lightning for acting so tough?"

"I'm telling you, with the personalities of Su Cha's family, they deserve to be bullied by Atapong's family."

"Really, they are relatives after all. Atapong should at least save some face for Su Cha's family."

"When the sky is too arrogant, it rains; when a person is too arrogant, disaster follows!"

"How are these relatives? They look more like enemies."

"If you ask me, this is all the fault of Su Cha's cowardly father, Wenchalong. Su Cha didn't want to play in the first place, but his father, Wenchalong, was afraid his nephew Atapong would be unhappy and forced Su Cha to play."

Su Qing's father, Wenchalong, felt a sharp pain in his chest and clutched it in agony.

Watching his wife being humiliated, watching Nala play with the gold bracelet that belonged to her, and seeing Atapong's arrogant look of having him cornered, Su Cha felt a surge of blood rush to his head, and his vision turned red.

What should he do? What could he do?

Admit defeat and beg Atapong for mercy? He couldn't do it!

Watch helplessly as the three golds were taken away? He could do that even less!

Produce five hundred thousand?

He couldn't!

He seemed to have reached a dead end.

Just then, an exceptionally firm female voice rang out.

"Wait! Don't be in such a hurry to collect the stakes!"

Everyone's gaze instantly shifted from Atapong and his wife to the speaker... Su Cha's newlywed wife, who had just joined the family and had been standing quietly behind her husband with red-rimmed eyes.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward from behind her husband, and looked directly at Su Cha.

"Su Cha, don't... don't we still have our Marital Home?"

"The... the Marital Home???"

Wenchalong's mind went 'boom,' as if he had been struck by lightning!

He was just agonizing over the impending loss of the three golds, thinking that at most he would tighten his belt in the future and save up to buy another set for his daughter-in-law.

But the Marital Home?

Was that something that could be gambled with so casually?!

He was instantly stunned, almost unable to believe his ears.

Was his daughter-in-law crazy?

If the three golds were lost, they could be bought again. But if the Marital Home was lost, where would the young couple live?

Would they have to rent a house right after getting married, or move back to squeeze into this old house?

Then how could he, as a father, have the face to live in this world?

No!

Absolutely not!

This was practically taking his life!

Su Cha was also stunned.

He turned his head sharply to look at his wife, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He hadn't expected that at his most desperate and isolated moment, the one who would stand up to support him would be this wife he had just married.

Not only did she not cry or complain as he had feared, but at the most critical moment, she brought out the very foundation of their livelihood to support him!

A surge of burning warmth instantly flooded Su Cha's heart, dispelling some of the previous humiliation.

His nose felt sour, his eyes instantly grew moist, and his voice choked up: "Wife... you... you supporting me like this, I... I'm very moved."

He squeezed his wife's hand hard.

"But, this is our Marital Home! It's our future home! This... how can we..."

He how could he risk their future?

His wife gripped his hand back tightly, the force making it sting slightly.

She looked up at him, her eyes showing not a hint of hesitation or retreat.

"Don't say anything, Su Cha! I understand you! I understand everything! Today's matter isn't about money at all, and it's not about the cards!"