northernbook Chapter 148 The Crazy Housewife
Chapter 148 The Crazy Housewife
Ju civilization.
The man who had vanished without a trace during her most desperate moment finally decided to call back.
It's obvious that he's lost all his money again and is coming back for more.
Ning Xiuyang, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks. He turned around, looked at Rong Qing'e with interest, gestured for her to answer the phone, and then put it on speakerphone.
Rong Qing'e's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Looking into Ning Xiuyang's amused eyes, and then at the name flashing on her phone, an unprecedented humiliation welled up from the depths of her heart.
"Hey! Wife! What are you doing, calling so many times like you're trying to kill me?" Ju Wenming's extremely impatient, gruff voice came through the receiver, with the background noise of mahjong tiles clattering.
"Wife! Hurry! Transfer 100,000 yuan to me right now! Quickly!"
Rong Qing'e was stunned, almost thinking she was hallucinating.
"What did you say?" Rong Qing'e laughed in anger, her tone filled with disbelief.
"One hundred thousand! I told you to transfer one hundred thousand to me! Didn't you hear me?"
Ju Wenming's voice was impatient as he roared, "I'm on a winning streak! I've just won several rounds, and I only need one more big win to win back all the losses I've made! Hurry up, stop dawdling!"
Win it back?
These three words were like poisoned needles, piercing Rong Qing'e's heart.
How many times has she heard this kind of talk over the years?
Each time, she gave him money with a sliver of hope, but each time, she was met with deeper disappointment and a bigger hole in her pocket.
The debt of 150,000 yuan owed by Chang Chengbiao has just been settled, and he still has the nerve to ask for 100,000 yuan?
A surge of anger and resentment that had been suppressed for too long instantly rushed to the top of her head.
"Ju Wenming! Are you fucking insane?!"
She finally lost control, screaming into the phone, "Do you know you owe 150,000 yuan in high-interest loans? They've already come knocking on our door! If you don't pay them back in three days, they're going to cause trouble at your company!"
"Besides the 150,000 yuan found on my head, how many other messy debts do you have outside?"
"Don't think I don't know, you've racked up five or six hundred thousand yuan in online loans alone, and now you want more money? Why don't you just die at the gambling table!"
"You have the nerve to ask me for money? Where am I supposed to get money for you!"
She screamed with all her might, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
She felt like a joke.
What a huge joke.
Her boss was sitting in the living room. She had already sold her body and dignity for 150,000, while her husband, the man she once loved and for whom she had given everything, was in a casino thousands of miles away, demanding more gambling money from her with a clear conscience.
Ju Wenming on the other end of the phone seemed stunned by her roar and remained silent for a few seconds.
But soon, an even more ferocious roar came back.
"150,000? So what! Didn't you become the general manager? Your annual salary is hundreds of thousands! What's this little bit of money!"
"I don't care! You have to give me this 100,000 yuan today! Otherwise, all my previous wins will be for nothing! Go borrow it from your boss! Didn't you say your company got a young new boss? And he's quite handsome?"
Ju Wenming's voice became sharp and distorted, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, uttering incoherent words.
"Go and sleep with him!"
"You're not bad-looking! Go and beg him, sleep with him!"
"Don't even mention 100,000 or 150,000, he'll give you three million! Hurry up and go! What are you dawdling for!"
These utterly shameless and vile words were transmitted with crystal clarity throughout the quiet living room through the small receiver.
On the sofa in the living room, Ning Xiuyang was idly peeling an apple when he heard this, and he slowly stopped peeling the apple.
He raised his eyes and looked at the naked woman, her face as pale as paper, her body swaying precariously. A cold and amused smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Rong Qing'e's body was trembling violently.
She held her phone, her ears filled with her husband's obscene and vulgar words, while in front of her stood the man her husband had been fantasizing about, calmly watching her make a fool of herself.
Shame, anger, disgust, despair...
All her emotions overwhelmed her like a tsunami, washing away her last bit of self-respect and attachment.
She suddenly smiled.
On that tear-streaked face, a smile that was even uglier than crying bloomed.
Yes.
What is she still struggling with?
What are we still holding onto?
She always believed that what she was holding onto was an eight-year relationship, the bottom line of marriage.
In the end, in that man's eyes, she and her body were nothing more than chips that could be used to exchange for gambling money.
That being the case...
"Ju Wenming, I will grant your wish."
She interrupted the continuing roar on the other end of the phone, her voice surprisingly calm, so calm it was as if it came from another world.
Ju Wenming on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then said, "What? You've thought it through? Hurry up and go! Call me when you get the money!"
Rong Qing'e slowly, very slowly, turned her head.
Her gaze pierced through the air of the living room, past the messy coffee table, and landed directly on Ning Xiuyang's face.
Then, in front of Ning Xiuyang, speaking into her phone in an almost judgmental tone, she said, word by word, "Didn't you tell me to sleep with my boss?"
She paused, her smile growing increasingly eerie and tragic.
"OK."
"I'm at home right now, lying on our wedding bed with my new boss."
"I've already taken down the wedding photos!"
"I have to say, the boss is very young and has great stamina, much stronger than you."
"You know what? I felt so good when I was working for Boss Xing!"
"How are you? Are you happy?"
"I think you're happy!"
"..."
Rong Qing'e spoke quickly, her words filled with lightness and sarcasm.
Even as she spoke, she knelt directly in front of Ning Xiuyang, deliberately making a sound.
Ju Wenming on the other end of the phone was clearly stunned by this sudden scene and couldn't react at all.
Until he heard that unbearable rustling sound.
"Rong Qing'e, are you fucking insane?!"
"You filthy bitch, you slut, I'm going to kill you!"
"..."
The phone was on speakerphone, and Ju Wenming's furious roar could be heard through the receiver.
But Rong Qing'e disregarded everything, throwing her phone onto the coffee table, bracing herself on Ning Xiuyang's legs with her hands, her eyes alluring and seductive.
Two lines of tears involuntarily fell from the corners of her eyes, rising and falling with her soft sobs, and then drifting to the ground.
hiss.
Ning Xiuyang was shocked and looked down at the woman who seemed to have suddenly unlocked her full potential.
She seems to have fully blossomed and completely let go.