But, he immediately suppressed himself again.

This situation has been going on for more than just a day or two, ever since problems arose at the company, issues at home followed one after another.

He understood it all too clearly.

He coveted her beauty.

She coveted his money.

Fair and reasonable!

But now, his money was running out.

Naturally, beauty drifted further and further away from him.

He was somewhat relieved; after all, they were married for more than ten years and had developed some feelings. Not being cuckolded was his greatest happiness.

A bad attitude? He could accept that.

"Honey, what delicious food did you make for me today?" he proactively started a conversation.

However, she curtly replied, "I already ate earlier. If you want to eat, do it yourself; there are still some ingredients in the freezer in the kitchen."

Wang Zihua's first attempt failed, so he tried another tactic.

"Honey, how about a hug?"

He showed vulnerability, moving closer to hug his wife, but ended up hugging nothing.

"What are you doing? It's so hot; hugging will just heat us to death."

Wang Miaomiao looked at him with disgust.

He misunderstood one thing.

Women naturally admire strength.

No matter if you are just bluffing, you can still fool them for a while.

If you suddenly show weakness, it's over. They will dump a useless thing like you immediately.

This is what Wang Miaomiao thought. Previously, she felt somewhat guilty for exercising with other men at home.

But now, with her husband doing this.

She not only felt no guilt.

Instead, she was relieved to have quickly found a new pillar.

A woman's life is happy and carefree if she finds the right man.

If she finds the wrong one, she's like a dish marinated in bitterness, miserable.

Wang Zihua's eyes dimmed; his wife actually despised him so.

Earlier, she was unwilling to be intimate, refusing to let him sleep with her, claiming that sleeping has no difference and can easily arouse her desires, increasing her chances of cheating, and giving him a cuckold.

Alright, that reason.

After thinking about it, Wang Zihua found it quite reasonable.

Hence, he didn't insist anymore on consummating the marriage; after all, not lasting more than a minute is indeed a little embarrassing.

But now, she wouldn't even let him touch her.

Is there no justice in this world?

We are legally married, aren't we?

His bitter words were stuck in his throat, unsaid because she tossed a card at him, "There's a million in here, take it. I know you've been busy with company matters lately."

"You might really need this money."

"Where did you get this money?" Wang Zihua's first response was to ask.

Wang Miaomiao crossed her arms, angrily staring at him, "Good for you, Wang Zihua, I'm helping you gather money, and you're doubting me?"

As soon as his wife got angry, he immediately shriveled.

"No, honey, listen to me."

"If you don't trust me, then don't take this money." She reached out to take back the bank card.

But Wang Zihua was faster, grabbing the card quickly and saying to her, "Honey, I was wrong, I shouldn't have doubted you, I'm not a good person, I mistook your kindness for something bad."

He cursed himself and slapped his face repeatedly.

Not until there were ten clear slap marks did Wang Miaomiao's anger subside.

"I won't interfere with your company's matters in the future. This money was borrowed, with secondhand luxury items used as collateral, take care of yourself."

Wang Miaomiao took the opportunity to return to her room, also locking the door behind her.

Lying on the bed, she took out her phone and sent a WeChat message:

[Brother Dasheng, did you get home safely?

Why didn't you send me a safe arrival message?

I'm worried about you!]

After a while, a reply came on WeChat: Arrived!

[Okay, then I'm relieved.

By the way, when my husband came home today, I took the chance to get mad at him, cut off intimacy, and didn't even let him hug me, did I do the right thing?]

After a good while, he replied: Good!

Receiving the reply, Wang Miaomiao felt her body starting to heat up again.

She quickly typed:

[By the way, I forgot to tell you, from the five million you gave me, I gave him one hundred thousand.

You're not mad at me, right?

I didn't really want to give the money, but after thinking, I spent a lot over the years too.

Now that I don't lack money, consider this an offset for him, you're a big boss, you wouldn't mind this amount, right?]

This time, something seemed off.

Wang Miaomiao checked her phone several times.

There was no response from the other side.

She panicked a little.

Started reflecting.

Wasn't giving away that one hundred thousand a bit impulsive?

No wonder people say women are emotional creatures.

Still not ideal, not calm enough.

This five million essentially belonged to Sun Dasheng, although given to her, she could use it as needed.

But giving it to anyone but the man who was her enemy, her husband Wang Zihua, would have been fine.

Now, she's surely offended him.

Damn it, damn it!

How to fix this?

Ask the Wang-surnamed one to return it?

For a moment, Wang Miaomiao's mind was in disarray.

She even felt like spanking herself hard, truly forgetting the lesson learned.

[Brother Dasheng, I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong, I shouldn't have given him that one hundred thousand.

If you want to punish me, I'm always ready to accept any punishment you desire, I am willingly at fault.

Soon, he replied.

[You'll truly accept any punishment?]

She was overjoyed; there's still a chance to remedy this.

Quickly she replied:

[Truly! Like gold, I swear to heaven, if there's any falsehood, may I live the rest of my life in poverty, never liked by another man.]

Well, that oath was quite convincing.

Just like when men swear, mentioning death or being struck by lightning, it's all nonsense.

Truly making him swear, that small brother will never rise again, that would be sincere.

The next morning, at dawn.

Wang Zihua got up.

Found the house empty.

Didn't know where his wife went.

No choice, he had to make breakfast himself, then went out after eating.

In the underground garage, not far from the BMW, the striking Rolls-Royce from last night was still parked there.

He walked over for a closer look, sensing something off.

Why was the car shaking?

With the experience of a seasoned driver, he immediately saw the signs, a smile of interest crossed his face.

Unfortunately, the tinted windows obscured the inside view; he could only vaguely see a woman's hands pressed against the passenger side window.

Her head rhythmically bobbing with the car's movement.

"Damn, they really know how to play!"

Old Wang quipped, then quickly left, as staying any longer would get him stuck in traffic.

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