HCB Chapter 150 A Little Fun
Chapter 150 A Little Fun
Ju Wenming lay on the cold ground, covered in wounds, in so much pain he almost fainted.
The phone was nearby; although the screen was cracked, it was still lit.
As if possessed, he reached out his trembling hand and picked up the phone.
He wished that everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.
He desperately hoped that Rong Qing'e would call again and tell him it was just a joke.
However, on the screen, there was only one chat log between him and his childhood friend.
He suddenly remembered many things.
Thinking back to college, he was full of vigor and was the student council president. Rong Qing'e was the most beautiful girl in the department, and many people pursued her, but she chose him, a poor boy from out of town.
At that time, everyone said he had struck gold, and that his ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke.
A perfect start.
She recalled that when they first got married, they squeezed into a small rented room and dreamed about the future together. She said she would support his business and be his strongest backing.
She remembered his first failed business venture, when he got drunk and she held him, gently comforting him, saying it was okay, we're still young, we can start over.
When did it start to change?
That was the time his friend took him to a casino, and he won half a year's salary in one night.
From that day on, he fell into depravity.
He thought he was a gambling god and that he could get rich through this.
As a result, he lost all his savings, his thriving company, and his house...
Now, he's even lost his wife.
Life, it turns out, is also a gamble.
And he was undoubtedly the one who lost the most miserably.
He started with a winning hand, but he played it terribly and lost the whole game.
"Hehe...hehehe..."
Ju Wenming suddenly laughed, and as he laughed, tears streamed down his face.
He was like a madman, crying and laughing in the dirty back alley.
He knew he deserved it; it was all his own doing.
……
in the apartment.
After Ning Xiuyang left, the entire room instantly returned to that suffocating silence.
Rong Qing'e stood blankly in the center of the living room. The faint smell of tobacco and the masculine, aggressive aura that seemed to linger in the air still lingered on him.
She walked to the coffee table, looked at the bowl of tomato and egg noodles that had gone completely cold, and her phone.
She slowly picked up her phone, swiped her finger across the screen, and found the contact she had once pinned to the top of her contacts and labeled "husband".
Without the slightest hesitation.
delete.
Block.
She moved with fluid grace, and after completing the series of movements, she let out a long breath.
That breath carried away all the grievances, resentment, and bitterness that had been weighing on her heart for nearly ten years.
She felt more relaxed than ever before.
Dragging her body, which was a little sore from the ordeal, she began to clean up the mess.
She arranged the cushions on the sofa, picked up the tissues scattered on the floor, and poured the cold bowl of noodles into the trash can.
Then, she walked to the wall in the living room.
On the wall, that glaring wedding photo still hangs.
In the photo, she smiles so sweetly and innocently, nestled beside a young and spirited man.
She stared at it quietly for a few seconds.
Then, they moved a chair over and took down the heavy picture frame.
Without the slightest hesitation, she walked into the stairwell and threw the sweet wedding photo directly into the trash can!
"Clang!"
A muffled thud sounded like the final funeral for her decaying marriage.
Then, she rushed into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and dragged out all of Ju Wenming's clothes, shoes, ties, etc., leaving nothing behind, and threw them into several huge garbage bags.
She seemed determined to erase every trace of this man's existence from her life.
After doing all this, she was exhausted and drenched in sweat.
She went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over her body.
The water washed away not only the sweat and marks on her body, but also the last psychological shackles.
A layer of white mist covered the bathroom mirror.
She reached out and vigorously rubbed off a small piece.
A face that was both familiar and unfamiliar was reflected in the mirror.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled, and a faint smile played on her lips. She exuded a breathtakingly mature charm.
Is this me?
Rong Qing'e could hardly believe it.
That timid, submissive self who had squandered her youth on a gambling addict seemed to have died completely with that phone call and that shattered wedding photo.
What survived was this brand new self, belonging to the boss Ning Xiuyang.
She suddenly realized that this wasn't so bad after all.
Having lived for over thirty years, it seems that only today did she truly and thoroughly live for herself.
Just hours before, she felt like she had fallen into hell, having sold her body and dignity for 150,000 yuan, and was filled with guilt.
But now...
When she fully understood the new role she was about to play, she suddenly realized that it was nothing at all.
There was even a hint of secret expectation.
Yes, I'm looking forward to it.
Having lived for so many years, she has always lived up to other people's expectations.
Be a good daughter, a good student, a good employee, a good wife...
She was very disciplined, suppressing all her individuality, like a precisely functioning machine.
until today.
In front of this man who was nearly ten years younger than her, all her pretense and pride were shattered.
He roused her completely, roughly and without room for argument.
Ironically, it's only now that she realizes she should look forward to a new life for herself.
Perhaps, becoming the boss's exclusive slave isn't so bad.
At least, she no longer has to wake up in fear every night because of her endless gambling debts.
At least, she no longer has to face that hopeless husband.
Her life was forcibly pulled out of a dark quagmire, and ahead of her... seemed to be a broad road paved with diamonds.
As Rong Qing'e pondered this, she involuntarily raised her head and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
The woman in the mirror still had a hint of allure in her eyes and brows. Compared to her previous dullness, her skin was now radiant. Her eyes, which were always filled with fatigue and sorrow, seemed to have been infused with a new soul, shining brightly.
Confidence slowly rises from the bottom of my heart.
She looked at herself in the mirror and gave a charming and confident smile.
She has let it go.
From this day forward, she will no longer be the Rong Qing'e she once was.
She wants to live her life to the fullest, to shine only for him!
For her just a few hours earlier, this was probably an unimaginable humiliation.
But for her now, it's just a small request to please her boss.
Yes, it's a small request.
She even began to look forward to seeing what kind of interesting expression Ju Wenming, that good-for-nothing, would have when he learned the truth.
Thinking of this, Rong Qing'e looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
That smile was charming, captivating, and carried a hint of eeriness.
From then on, her life would be free of liabilities, with only a bright and prosperous road paved for her by that domineering and savage man.
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