Chapter 94: Securing Another Sum of Money

At this point, Elsa’s mood gradually softened. She took the initiative to sit beside him and said, “When we were kids, Marvin and Ho Dongjun tried to peek at me while I was bathing. I caught them and hung them up, twisting their mouths crooked. You weren’t around then, and I said, ‘Little Er isn’t like you guys.’ Back then, you were malnourished and quite short. Ho Dongjun and Marvin said he went to get a stool.”

Xiao Ma nearly spat out his drink but managed to keep his composure.

After a pause, Elsa asked, “Is that true?”

Who the hell knows if it’s true or not.

Xiao Ma’s vision momentarily darkened as he stared at her without a word.

Elsa punched his shoulder lightly. “I’m not joking. It really happened. But back then, you were just a ‘kid,’ and the whole family didn’t really accept you or take you seriously. No matter what happened, they’d blame you for everything. It wasn’t necessarily because anyone hated you or wanted to frame you; it was just a habit. Do you understand what habit means? Once formed, it’s hard to break. It’s like me and my cigarettes and lungs—we don’t hate each other, but the habit is to ‘burn’ the cigarettes and ‘kill’ the lungs.”

Xiao Ma’s new revelation: This thug is actually a philosopher?

Elsa continued, “What I want to say is, given the family’s ‘habit’ of disliking you and my temper, even after Marvin and Ho Dongjun spread such slander, I didn’t come to torment you, did I?”

Even a fool like Xiao Ma could tell she was trying to show off. Perhaps, to some extent, it reflected the emotional dynamics between her and the Big Devil King. It’s not always a merit to care for the Big Devil King like Ma Jiaohong did; sometimes, just not making things worse is an achievement.

So, Xiao Ma tried a slight nod.

Elsa finally smiled. “That shows you still have some conscience. Forget the stool, but don’t hold a grudge over me having feelings for your beloved lover. No matter what, we’re family.”

Xiao Ma thought for a moment and shamelessly said, “Do you have cash?”

“What?” Elsa was taken aback.

“Hand it over.” Xiao Ma reached out even more shamelessly.

After a brief hesitation, Elsa called someone in and gathered all the cash she could find—about 110,000 yuan, roughly 40,000 euros.

She put it in a bag and handed it to him.

This wasn’t the first time she had done something like this. Xiao Ma was steady and didn’t show any crooked smiles.

Without another word, Xiao Ma took the money and headed for the door, then turned back to look at Elsa. “Do you know what this means?”

Elsa nodded somewhat awkwardly. “I do. The money isn’t important, but it’s about honor and reputation. Consider it a warning.”

Well then, if she wanted to interpret it that way, Xiao Ma played along, nodded slightly, and left.

In truth, Xiao Ma was just taking the opportunity to get some money to spend.

Pretending to be wealthy was exhausting—putting on a facade to impress others meant even a casual outing with a girl cost thousands. The over one million yuan he extorted before wouldn’t last long.

His finances were good, but even now, signing a document might bring in a trillion, and it wouldn’t matter. Yet Xiao Ma didn’t know the inside story and wouldn’t sign anything. He needed to stay away from these people; the less contact, the better.

Since he had already taken the risk of contact this time, it would be unseemly not to pocket a few hundred thousand.

There was no psychological pressure—it really wasn’t extortion. “Asking for money” was just a suggestion from Xiao Ma. If she wanted to give it, that was her choice.

Leaving with the money in hand, Elsa’s men were still holding Han Siyu.

Xiao Ma kept up the act, saying nothing to Elsa’s men. He pointed at Han Siyu and said calmly, “Come with me.”

“Bitch, get lost. We’re sparing your life this time. Remember to keep your mouth shut. Say one wrong word and things will be different.”

The Spaniards were rough. After a few slaps, Han Siyu was pushed running toward him.

Her toes were in excruciating pain, but at least she was alive. She had seen Tian Jia beaten to death with her own eyes.

Now she was genuinely grateful to Xiao Ma, following him timidly without a word.

Once outside Elsa’s domain, Xiao Ma came over and said, “Let me help you walk.”

Han Siyu, grateful to have survived, was flustered and let him support her as they walked. Her mind raced, stunned and chilled to the bone. That impressive guy, who seemed so intimidated by his friend Ho Old Four that he dared not breathe?

Yes, Han Siyu thought the real powerhouse was Ho Old Four. This guy was his friend.

She had even seen Ho Old Four and Jiang Yaowen together at some event before—it was truly impressive.

But big shots had many affairs; after showing up to assert presence, they left.

Although Xiao Ma wasn’t the “main player,” he was impressive and a decent person. From the looks of it, he must have persuaded Young Master Ho to come to their rescue.

She indulged in such fantasies.

Xiao Ma had his own. Walking slowly beside Han Siyu, with one arm supporting her, there was inevitable contact and friction—and he realized just how ample her chest was.

Xiao Ma said, “How about I carry you instead?”

Han Siyu was touched again and eagerly nodded. “Thank you, really. My foot hurts terribly when I walk. Being carried would be so much better.”

Without hesitation, Xiao Ma hoisted her up, holding her firmly by the hips.

But showing off came at a cost. His body wasn’t strong, and she wasn’t light. After about sixty steps, he wanted to pant.

Fortunately, they had arrived at Feng Chenchen’s place. It wasn’t far, or Xiao Ma might have collapsed.

Seeing the kind of place Xiao Ma lived in, and that he had powerful friends, Han Siyu’s heart sank with regret. Why was her luck so bad? Back then, she was entangled with Tian Jia, a curse. If only she hadn’t been so vain and had escaped his grasp in time, maybe she would have had a chance to meet someone as handsome, kind, and impressive as this.

“You… this is your place? This house must be worth about two hundred million yuan, right?” She got down, her foot hurting again, but filled with envy.

“Not mine, a friend’s,” Xiao Ma said.

Impressive. What kind of friend would generously let someone use a place like this? Han Siyu wondered.

It was just before dawn when Feng Chenchen, dressed in pajamas, came to open the door. The couple was out at the market buying fresh vegetables, as they did every day at this hour.

Han Siyu was momentarily stunned upon seeing Feng Chenchen, a well-known figure, who probably knew what had happened. She immediately began to envy and even feel jealous of Feng Chenchen.

Feng Chenchen wasn’t surprised to see Xiao Ma bring home a disabled beauty. Her only concern was, “Did something happen? There’s blood on her foot. Should I call the police?”

Both Xiao Ma and Han Siyu said together, “No need to call the police.”

Their tone made Feng Chenchen uneasy. She feared one day someone might say, “You know too much.” Pretending to be sleepy, she turned and went upstairs. “I’m not getting involved. I’m still tired.”

Once inside, Han Siyu, seeking comfort, asked Xiao Ma, “What do we do now? I’m so scared, so sad…”

She began to cry, reaching out and wetting Xiao Ma’s shoulder.

After her emotions settled, Xiao Ma patiently discussed the situation briefly with her. In the end, they decided to report the matter to the police. On reflection, it didn’t feel right. Before Tian Jia was beaten to death, he had been with Han Siyu, who then disappeared without a trace. If they didn’t report it now, things might become inexplicable.

So they quickly aligned their statements and proceeded to file a police report...