Zhang Xueyao clutched her aching belly and stood up from the ground, grabbing the coat that had fallen on the sofa and throwing it on, her gaze as sharp as a knife directed at Lu Jingwei: "It must be you, you little bitch, stirring things up, wanting to take my place, isn’t that it? I’m telling you, don’t even think about it."
"You’ve already made a fool of me, and you dare dream of holding onto the mistress’s position. I’m divorcing you today."
Wang Ke pulled Lu Jingwei over to Zhang Xueyao and yanked her hair, giving her another severe beating, and of course the young guy nearby didn’t escape either.
The blood splattered onto the wooden floor, leaving Zhang Xueyao bruised and swollen, lying motionless, while the young man also couldn’t escape his own fate of being beaten.
Wang Ke finally felt his relief: "This is the consequence of betraying me."
Lu Jingwei half-squatted and grabbed Zhang Xueyao’s hair, shaking her head mockingly: "Didn’t expect you’d see a day , serves you right."
"Bah, aren’t you afraid of getting AIDS from this old pervert? He’s only after something new for fun; when he gets bored, you’ll be tossed aside like trash."
Zhang Xueyao glared with bloodshot eyes and spat a blood-laced spittle on the heavily made-up face of Lu Jingwei.
Lu Jingwei raised her hand and slapped her twice viciously, a savage grin curling at her lips: "Don’t talk sour grapes because you’re tasting none; President Wang is quite the gentleman when it comes to tender affection."
As she finished her words, Lu Jingwei stood up and leaned against Wang Ke’s shoulder, speaking in a sweet tone: "Isn’t that right, President Wang?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll go and spoil you properly."
Wang Ke squeezed Lu Jingwei’s plump and alluring behind, laughing like a lecherous old wolf.
The three walked out of the villa, and Lu Jingchen cheerfully opened the car door for Wang Ke.
Now he had to treat Wang Ke like his ancestor, for all the days of luxury relied on him.
Wang Ke, hugging Lu Jingwei, got into the car, his blood-stained hand reaching under Lu Jingwei’s short skirt.
"Oh, stop it, my brother is still up front."
Wang Ke disregarded Lu Jingchen entirely, his voice rough and commanding: "Stop the car on the side of the road. Wait till I finish before you get back in."
Lu Jingchen’s face turned deathly pale, cursing the old man silently, but he still drove the car to the roadside and got out.
The car shook continuously, Lu Jingwei’s cries occasionally escaping from inside, though, fortunately, the old man was impotent, so it didn’t take long to finish.
"Sweetheart, do you want to be Mrs. Wang?"
Wang Ke breathed heavily as he sat up from Lu Jingwei, thinking about marrying such a young and beautiful woman—it was pleasing to the eye, not to mention her bedroom prowess was exceptional.
"Of course, I do. I really like you sincerely."
Lu Jingwei finally got her wish. Having the title of Mrs. Wang meant having money, and when the old guy passed away, all the money would be hers.
"Great, let’s get the certificate in a few days and make you an official Mrs. Wang."
Having just opened the car door to get back in, Lu Jingchen heard Wang Ke’s words, and his heart filled with delight—finally, he could live a life of luxury again.
At four in the afternoon, Han Xi got off work; today, she had an early shift, and after leaving the hospital, Han Xi flagged a taxi back home from the roadside.
In the living room, Sister Zhang was cleaning, and upon seeing Han Xi return, she walked over cheerfully to help her with her slippers: "Why are you home so early today, madam?"