C8 Three Million Bets.

Pei Junlin, who had been lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, suddenly froze. His eyes narrowed as he regarded the aloof and stunning woman before him, wondering if he had misheard.

As far as he recalled, his wife was the renowned President of Qingzhou City. She oversaw the careers of countless employees and controlled vast sums of money. Her life was one of luxury, with attendants at her beck and call. Just last night, she had settled a gambling debt of one million yuan for that worthless predecessor!

And yet, this high-caliber President claimed to be penniless. Pei Junlin felt mocked. He gave the woman an icy stare.

If not for the benefits her Pure Yin Body presented for his strength recovery, he wouldn't hesitate to replace her with a more compliant woman. As an Asura General, he could have any woman he desired. He had no reason to fuss over a mere mortal, no matter how attractive she might be.

But Wang Ziqiong stood unfazed by Pei Junlin's frosty gaze, her beautiful face radiating an even chillier aura. In a flash, the temperature in the Wang family's living room seemed to plummet.

Wang Ziqiong's fists were clenched tightly as she glared at the detestable man before her. The aches throughout her body, particularly the searing pain in that one area, filled her with indignant shame.

She would never forget how, just moments earlier, in the upstairs bedroom, this loathsome brute had disregarded her feelings and forced himself on her for nearly an hour. For someone as typically detached and proud as she was, it was the utmost disgrace—even if the man was her husband.

The Wang family members, who had been observing the unfolding drama, grew restless. In this standoff, one was the icy and haughty President, the other, Pei Junlin, whose temperament had taken a drastic turn, his power so formidable he'd even dared to disable Third Master Luo. Silence was their safest recourse.

Finally, Wang Haishan, Pei Junlin's father-in-law, mustered the courage to speak despite his trepidation. "Junlin," he said, "Ziqiong is telling the truth. The company simply doesn't have the funds to acquire the shares right now."

Pei Junlin arched an eyebrow and casually inquired, "Acquiring those shares must require a hefty sum, right? Are we talking tens of millions or even hundreds of millions?"

The others' mouths twitched, leaving them at a loss for words. If they weren't intimidated by his power, they would've cursed him out already. Did he really think money was that easy to come by? The entire market value of Mighty Eagle Security didn't even come close to tens or hundreds of millions; at best, it was around ten million.

This was precisely the Wang family's predicament. Despite the renown of their business, thanks to Wang Ziqiong's status, their actual clout was only marginally better than a third-tier company, barely scraping into the second-tier category. They were leagues behind the truly powerful corporations.

"Do you even grasp the value of money? To think you consider tens or hundreds of millions to be a trivial amount. You're quite something!" she scoffed at Pei Junlin.

Pei Junlin's frown deepened. "Exactly how much do you need?" he pressed.

With a scornful laugh, Wang Ziqiong replied, "To buy up all the shares? A mere three million yuan. But do you even have that kind of cash?"

As she spoke, Wang Ziqiong folded her arms and her stunning visage openly mocked Pei Junlin.

She might not have been the ideal wife, but no one understood Pei Junlin's background better than she did. An orphan with no parents, he had been raised in an orphanage.

Pei Junlin might have been deemed a failure by society, but he was academically outstanding, consistently at the top of his class and a recipient of numerous scholarships. That was the key reason she had chosen him as her husband.

Yet, she couldn't fathom how he had undergone such a transformation, displaying such enigmatic strength. But what did it matter how strong you were in this society?

Earning money was no easy feat these days.

If it were, Mighty Eagle Security's net worth wouldn't have barely grown from a million to ten million over the course of two years. Forget tens or hundreds of millions; their annual net profit was barely two to three million, and that was before they had to distribute dividends to a bunch of thankless relatives. In the end, there wasn't much profit to speak of.

Acquiring their relatives' shares would certainly be a formidable challenge.

Wang Ziqiong had drained her entire savings for this jerk standing before her!

"Wang Ziqiong, I've clearly overrated you. You can't even scrape together three million yuan! You're hardly worthy of the title of a renowned female President!" Pei Junlin sneered.

At his words, Wang Ziqiong shook with rage. She had put in years of overtime managing her family's business and had repeatedly cleaned up Pei Junlin's messes, never anticipating such humiliation.

Infuriated, Wang Ziqiong bellowed, "Pei Junlin, if you weren't full of hot air, no one would mistake you for a mute! Think you're so impressive now, huh? Fine! Cough up three million right now!"

Pei Junlin replied with a scoff, "And what if I can give you three million?"

"If you can give me three million, I'll do whatever you ask!" Wang Ziqiong retorted, seething.

"Agreed, then. It's a deal!" Pei Junlin declared.

He rose from the sofa, his smile laden with hidden meaning—a detail the incensed Wang Ziqiong failed to catch.

Pei Junlin announced, "Let everyone here bear witness. Wang Ziqiong, I trust you won't renege on your promise!"

With pride, Wang Ziqiong declared, "I, Wang Ziqiong, am true to my word. A bet requires a deadline. Is three days sufficient? And what's your plan if you lose?"

Pei Junlin cut her off, "Three days is excessive and utterly wasteful! I can deliver three million yuan in twenty-four hours. By this time tomorrow, I'll have the full amount. Just have the acquisition contract ready!"

With that, Pei Junlin strode out confidently.

Watching his arrogant departure, Wang Ziqiong muttered furiously, "You conceited jerk!"

The Wang family members exchanged peculiar glances as Pei Junlin's figure receded. Despite his capabilities, they knew his penchant for boasting and arrogance all too well.

He foolishly believed he could make three million yuan in a single day. He was surely living in a fantasy.

"Hold on, you jerk, you didn't mention what happens if you lose!" Wang Ziqiong suddenly stamped her foot and called out, but Pei Junlin was nowhere to be seen.