110: Mingcheng causes a scene to extort money from Zhuli, and the three men are slapped in the face again.

At three o'clock on Wednesday afternoon, downstairs from Zhu Li's accounting firm, Mingcheng, wearing a faded jacket, leaned against a roadside tree, his eyes darkly fixed on the entrance. Seeing Zhu Li emerge with a file bag, he immediately rushed over, grabbing her wrist with such force that Zhu Li winced in pain.

"Zhu Li! You're finally out!" Mingcheng's voice was urgent and fierce, carrying a reckless arrogance. "I've been telling you for three days to help me find an auditing job. Why haven't you done anything? Are you deliberately trying not to help me?"

Zhu Li struggled to shake off his hand, and the file bag fell to the ground, scattering audit reports everywhere: "Mingcheng! Let go of me! We're divorced, I have no obligation to help you find a job! You ruined your reputation by embezzling company funds, who would dare hire you now?"

"My reputation was ruined because of you and that outsider, Xie Hui!" Mingcheng grew more agitated, reaching out to snatch Zhu Li's bag. "If you don't help me, I'll go make a scene at your firm, tell your colleagues how you 'bullied' me during our marriage, and make your life hell!"

Passing colleagues all looked over, pointing and whispering. Zhu Li was furious and anxious, tears welling in her eyes—she cared most about her work and reputation, and Mingcheng was using that to threaten her. With trembling hands, she pulled out her mobile phone and immediately dialed Mr. Xie's number, her voice choked with tears: "Mr. Xie, Mingcheng is making a scene downstairs from my company. He wants me to help him find a job, otherwise, he'll cause trouble at the firm. What should I do?"

"Don't panic, Zhu Li, stay where you are, don't move. I'm coming over now, I'll be there in ten minutes." Mr. Xie's voice was as steady as a calming pill. "Don't confront him directly, he wouldn't dare actually make a scene, he's just trying to scare you."

After hanging up, Zhu Li took a deep breath and bent down to pick up the reports on the ground. Mingcheng tried to pester her further but was stopped by a passing colleague: "Sir, if you continue this, we'll call the police!" Mingcheng glared at the colleague but didn't dare move again, though he still blocked her path, not intending to leave.

Exactly ten minutes later, Mr. Xie's car pulled up to the curb. He quickly got out and immediately saw Mingcheng clutching Zhu Li's wrist, his face instantly turning cold: "Mingcheng, let go of her!"

Mingcheng saw Mr. Xie and loosened his grip, but still retorted stubbornly: "My business with my ex-wife has nothing to do with an outsider like you! Mind your own business!"

"Ex-wife?" Mr. Xie stepped forward, pulling Zhu Li behind him, and pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase. "You still have the nerve to mention 'ex'? This is your bank statement showing you embezzled 500,000 from Company Name last year, and a notice of legal action from Company Name's Legal Department. If I hand this over to the companies you're interviewing with, who do you think would still dare to hire you?"

The documents were thrown in front of Mingcheng, the top one, a legal warning letter, bore Company Name's red seal, exceptionally glaring. Mingcheng's face instantly went pale. He bent down to pick them up, but Mr. Xie stepped on the documents. "Also, the resume you submitted for job applications, saying you worked as a manager at Shengda Trading Company, was actually a shell company you used to embezzle money. Even the office address was fake—I checked the industrial and commercial records with your ID yesterday. Here’s a screenshot. Do you want me to show it to your colleagues?"

Mr. Xie pulled out his mobile phone and opened a screenshot of an industrial and commercial deregistration record. It clearly stated that Shengda Trading Company had no actual business premises, the legal representative was Li Wei, and the actual controller was Mingcheng. He had found this resume yesterday in Mingcheng's old mobile phone using Time Stop and then asked a friend to check the industrial and commercial information.

The surrounding colleagues understood everything, and their discussions grew louder: "So he's a fraud! And he threatens people, how disgusting!" "Accountant Zhu is so pitiful, still being harassed after the divorce!"

Mingcheng was so shamed he couldn't lift his head, all his previous arrogance gone. He retreated a step: "I... I just want to find a job, I didn't mean anything else..."

"Finding a job is fine, but don't use threats." Mr. Xie put away his mobile phone and documents. "If you dare to come to Zhu Li's company again or harass her, I will immediately hand over this evidence to the police and the companies you're interviewing with, ensuring you never find a job in your life."

Mingcheng completely cowered, glared fiercely at Zhu Li, then turned and walked away quickly, not even daring to look back. Zhu Li watched his retreating figure, letting out a sigh of relief. She grabbed Mr. Xie's arm, her voice still trembling slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Xie, I always have to trouble you..."

"Why be so polite with me?" Mr. Xie took a bottle of warm soy milk from his bag and handed it to her. "You were startled just now, drink something warm. Oh, I've already spoken to your director and told him Mingcheng was being unreasonable, so your director won't blame you."

Zhu Li took the soy milk, her heart warm. She lowered her head and took a sip, her eyes a little red—Mr. Xie was always so thoughtful, even thinking of the follow-up matters for her, far more reliable than Mingcheng.

As the two walked towards the car, Mr. Xie's mobile phone rang again. It was Mingyu, her tone helpless: "Mr. Xie, my dad is downstairs at my company, insisting I buy him a 12,000 massage chair, saying his back hurts, and if I don't buy it, he'll just sit there and not leave. What should I do?"

"I'm coming over to you now, don't argue with him, just wait for me." Mr. Xie hung up and told Zhu Li, "I'll drop you back at your company first, then go to Mingyu's side. Su Daqiang is acting up again."

"I'll go with you!" Zhu Li said immediately. "Su Daqiang is too much, always bullying Mingyu. I'll go speak up for Mingyu."

Mr. Xie nodded, drove Zhu Li back to her company first, then headed towards Company Name. On the way, Zhu Li leaned back in the passenger seat and whispered, "I used to think Dad just had a strange temper, but now I know he's just like Mingcheng and Su Mingzhe, only thinking of himself and not caring about others' difficulties."

"From now on, we'll help Mingyu together, so she doesn't have to suffer alone." Mr. Xie pulled a small porcelain bottle from his inner universe and handed it to Zhu Li. "This is a nine flower jade dew pill. You were startled just now, take one to regulate yourself, so you don't feel unwell."

Downstairs at Company Name, they indeed saw Su Daqiang sitting on the steps next to the main entrance, holding a massage chair flyer. Seeing Mingyu come out, he stood up and blocked her: "Mingyu, you must buy me this massage chair today. My back hurts every day. If you don't buy it for me, you're unfilial!"

"Dad, I just bought you a massage cushion for over two thousand last month, why do you need a twelve thousand one again?" Mingyu was both angry and helpless. "Your thirty thousand savings are more than enough to buy it, why do you insist on me paying?"

"That money is for my retirement, I can't touch it!" Su Daqiang sat on the ground. "If you don't buy it today, I'm not leaving!"

"Dad, don't be like this!" Zhu Li quickly stepped forward to persuade him. "The massage cushion works too, twelve thousand is too expensive..."

"You outsider, don't butt in!" Su Daqiang glared at Zhu Li. "I'm talking to my daughter, it's none of your business!"

Mr. Xie walked over quickly, holding a copy of a passbook and an audio recording: "Mr. Su, your thirty thousand savings are for retirement? Then what about what you told Aunt Zhang yesterday, 'Mingyu earns a lot, it's a waste not to extort her, and once I buy the massage chair, I can show off to my old buddies'? And your waist seems pretty agile when you're dancing in the square, so why does it only hurt when you're looking for Mingyu?"

He handed the passbook copy to Su Daqiang and then played the recording, which clearly played Su Daqiang's voice: "I'll just pretend my back hurts, Mingyu is soft-hearted, she'll definitely buy it..."

Once the recording played, the surrounding employees all laughed: "So he was faking it! How dramatic!" "Director Su has it so tough!"

Su Daqiang's face turned purplish-red. He quickly scrambled up from the ground, grabbed the flyer, and ran: "I... I won't buy it again!"

Watching Su Daqiang's retreating figure, Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and said to Mr. Xie, "Thank you, Mr. Xie, if it weren't for you, he would have pestered me for ages today."

"Why be so polite with me?" Mr. Xie gently tidied Mingyu's hair, which had been ruffled by the wind. "Are you still busy at the company? If you're tired, go home and rest first."

"No, there's still a meeting to attend." Mingyu's face was a little red. "Tonight, I'll treat you, Zhu Li, and Sister Wu to dinner to thank you for helping me today."

Just as Mr. Xie was about to agree, his mobile phone rang again. It was Wu Fei: "Mr. Xie, Su Mingzhe hasn't paid this month's alimony, and he's not answering my calls. Xiao Mi's kindergarten fees are due tomorrow, what should I do?"

"Don't panic, Sister Wu, I'll take you to Su Mingzhe right now and make him pay the alimony today." Mr. Xie hung up and told Mingyu, "I'll drop you back at your company first, then take Sister Wu to Su Mingzhe. I'll meet up with you all after dinner."

After dropping off Mingyu, Mr. Xie went to pick up Wu Fei. On the way, Wu Fei held Xiao Mi and whispered, "Su Mingzhe is deliberately not paying alimony, trying to force me to compromise. I won't let him succeed!"

"With me here, he can't force you." Mr. Xie took a small glowing toy from his bag and handed it to Xiao Mi. "Xiao Mi, be a good girl. Uncle will help Mommy get the money back later and take you for ice cream."

Xiao Mi took the toy and said happily, "Thank you, Uncle! Daddy is bad, he doesn't give Xiao Mi money."

Downstairs at the apartment building Su Mingzhe rented, Mr. Xie took Wu Fei and Xiao Mi upstairs. After knocking for a long time, Su Mingzhe finally opened the door. Seeing them, his face instantly darkened: "Why are you here? Didn't I say I'd give you the alimony next month?"

"Next month? Xiao Mi's kindergarten fees are due tomorrow, do you want Xiao Mi to miss school?" Wu Fei trembled with anger. "You have over twenty thousand US dollars in your American account, it's not that you don't have money, you're just deliberately not giving it!"

"That money is for emergencies!" Su Mingzhe tried to close the door, but Mr. Xie blocked it with his hand and pulled out his mobile phone, showing Su Mingzhe's bank statement: "Emergencies? You bought a watch for over a thousand yesterday online, why didn't you say it was an emergency then? You must give Sister Wu the three thousand alimony today, otherwise, we'll go to court to apply for compulsory enforcement. Not only will you have to pay, but you'll also be put on a list of dishonest debtors, which will affect your job in America."

Su Mingzhe looked at the statement, speechless. He reluctantly took out his mobile phone to transfer the money: "I'll give it! Is that not enough?"

Seeing the transfer notification on her mobile phone, Wu Fei breathed a sigh of relief and said to Mr. Xie, "Thank you, Mr. Xie, if it weren't for you, I really don't know when I would have gotten the money."

"You're welcome." Mr. Xie patted Xiao Mi's head. "Let's go, Uncle will take you for ice cream."

In the evening, Mingyu booked a home-style restaurant. Four adults and one child sat around the table. Xiao Mi sat next to Mr. Xie, happily eating ice cream. Mingyu picked up a piece of spare rib for Mr. Xie: "Thank you for helping me and Sister Wu today. Eat more of these spare ribs."

Zhu Li also served Mr. Xie a bowl of soup: "This soup is very fresh, try it. Thank you for helping me this afternoon."

Wu Fei looked at them and said with a smile, "Xiao Mi told me today that she wants Uncle to play with her more often in the future, saying Uncle is better than Daddy."

Mr. Xie looked at the scene before him, filled with satisfaction—the three Su men's antics had been thwarted once again, and the three female protagonists were growing more united and dependent on him. He raised his glass: "Cheers! May we never be bothered by the Su Family again, and may our lives get better and better!"

"Cheers!" Four glasses clinked together, and Xiao Mi also raised her juice cup, shouting along: "Cheers!"

After dinner, Mr. Xie drove them home one by one. When he dropped Mingyu off downstairs, she took out a handmade keychain from her bag, with the character "Thanks" (Xie) and a leaf carved on it: "Mr. Xie, this is for you. Your car keys don't have a keychain, this would be perfect."

Mr. Xie took the keychain, his heart warm: "I like it very much, thank you."

Mingyu's face instantly turned red. She quickly turned and walked into the apartment building, then after a few steps, she looked back and waved at Mr. Xie. Mr. Xie watched her retreating figure, then remembered Zhu Li's flushed earlobes when she thanked him, and Wu Fei's trusting gaze. He knew their feelings for him were growing deeper.

On the way home, Mr. Xie touched the inner universe in his chest—it held the evidence from today, the small gifts from The female protagonists, and the nine flower jade dew pill. His heart was filled with peace. He knew that the three Su men would definitely cause trouble again, but as long as he was there, he could protect The female protagonists and let them live comfortable lives. That was the most satisfying thing.