100 ways to kill your husband

Chapter 10, the 5th Shameless Contest

"Uncle, Xuxu asked us to come here today to discuss your matter. She has never said she would abandon you."

Chen Lei's tone carried a hint of naiveté. She was the most honest of Wen Xu's friends. A little short and plump, she seemed subtly inferior next to her three prettier friends. Whatever they argued or discussed, she always played the mediator, and when outsiders criticized or made things difficult for them, she liked to stand in front of them. The previous times, it was she who jumped in to help Wen Xu when Wen Zeyu criticized her.

"Yes, Uncle, you can't rely entirely on Xuxu. Although Lu Heng's father has a lot of assets, Lu Heng is just a small manager in a branch of his father's Bishu Group. His grandfather didn't leave Lu Heng much when he passed away. You shouldn't pressure them."

Tang Lin's words, seemingly protecting Wen Xu, actually revealed Lu Heng's family background. Wen Xu didn't know exactly what Lu Heng's maternal grandfather did, but when he passed away, he left Lu Heng two garden villas, a garage full of Ferraris, and a house full of calligraphy and paintings that Wen Xu didn't know the value of but had seen in books.

Wen Xu only told Lu Heng's three best friends about the inheritance left to Lu Heng by his grandfather's death; she didn't even tell Su Yuelan.

Back then, she wanted to protect Lu Heng, and she didn't want to be looked down upon by him because of money. She wanted to be a woman worthy of Lu Heng. It wasn't until she was killed that she realized how ridiculous her thoughts were. So now, with glistening tears on her face, she looked anxious and ashamed.

She covered her face with her hands, but looked down and secretly observed Tang Lin through the gap between her hands and face.

In her first and second lives, Tang Lin sold her to Lu Heng, and Wen Xu still doesn't know when Tang Lin was threatened by Lu Heng. If the two have already made up, then the fact that Lu Heng has a huge inheritance might be something he deliberately had her reveal to Wen Zeyu.

"Still so different from your parents? A single hair from his dad's head is thicker than my waist! We're in-laws now, why are you still distinguishing between you and me? Come on, Xuxu, let's go find Lu Heng now."

As Wen Zeyu spoke, he actually grabbed Wen Xu's arm. Chen Lei watched anxiously, but could only say something and couldn't directly stop him, after all, they were father and daughter. Tang Lin blinked her slender and charming eyes, watching how she would react.

Wen Xu shoved Wen Zeyu away, picked up the half-full peach oolong teapot on the table, and splashed it directly at Wen Zeyu's face.

"what!"

The tea wasn't scalding hot, but when 60-degree water is suddenly splashed on your face, most people would still instinctively reach out to scratch their face. However, Wen Zeyu's hand reached for his neck, constantly pulling at the edges of his chin and face, as if his head had been attached to him from behind. Tang Lin, who was watching the spectacle, exclaimed, "Huh?"

The tea on Wen Zeyu's face was like water droplets on a tile. The tea pooled together and flowed down the edge of his face, and the brown tea that passed over his eyebrows was stained black.

Wen Xu stood up and took a step forward with apparent concern, but then pretended to trip over Tang Lin's high heels, losing her balance and falling forward. Her waving fingers brushed across Wen Zeyu's forehead, her unkempt nails cutting off the three wrinkles on his forehead.

The onlookers began to whisper amongst themselves, and one knowledgeable girl suddenly realized, "This is special effects makeup! Haven't you seen 'The Legend of Zhu He'? They make a twenty-year-old look forty, a forty-year-old look for sixty, and a sixty-year-old look for you to be buried."

Although Wen Zeyu is not young, he is well-maintained. In order to show his miserable state, he spent a lot of money to make his face and hands look old, but he neglected the skin on his wrists. When he moved his wrists, Wen Xu saw it.

Wen Xu had helped out in the drama club during her university years and was very familiar with stage special effects makeup techniques, even assisting with the work. She noticed that while Wen Zeyu's makeup was exquisite, the materials used were not solid, especially his eyebrows. She could have exposed him right away, but then she thought that Wen Zeyu, that old liar, loved to argue and was very quick-witted. He would immediately switch to another strategy after being exposed, so it was better to let him expose his true nature and then deliver a fatal blow.

Sure enough, the guests' initial sympathy for Wen Zeyu instantly turned into utter disgust.

"You went so far as to disguise yourself as an old woman just to get money from me. Aren't you ashamed?"

"I gave birth to you, so you should support me! Even if it goes to court, I'll win! You don't want me to ask your boyfriend directly or go to your company for it, do you?"

Knowing that Wen Xu valued her pride, Wen Zeyu resorted to his usual thuggish and unruly tactics. The guests took out their phones to film short videos, but Wen Xu only smiled coldly. Having lived four lives, she didn't care about her pathetic job, nor was she afraid of Wen Zeyu, this paper tiger.

"It's your freedom to date whomever you want. But don't even think about threatening me."

"You won't give it to me, huh? Then I'll go find your mother. Even though you're a little beast, your mother won't abandon me."

"I'm warning you, if you contact my mom, I won't give you a single penny. I mean it."

Wen Zeyu wanted to retaliate, but he met Wen Xu's gaze. His daughter, who usually never spoke to him, had a fiery glint in her eyes—a fierce determination to destroy everything. As the saying goes, the barefoot aren't afraid of those wearing shoes, but the barefoot are afraid of the reckless, and the reckless are afraid of the shameless. Wen Zeyu was the most shameless person in the world; he didn't want to die, he just wanted money.

Wen Zeyu opened his mouth again, his imposing manner greatly diminished, but he still forced a smile and said, "No matter what, I'm your father! If I'm not doing well, you won't be doing well either! I'll come back to you in three days, and I won't leave without two million!"

After Wen Zeyu finished speaking, he turned and left. He saw a girl taking pictures of him, so he spat, and his saliva sprayed onto the girl's lens, causing a chorus of groans in the coffee shop.

Wen Xu watched his retreating figure, feeling that something was amiss. Was it really over?

The last few times she jumped to the critical points, major events that could have determined her life or death occurred. This time the difficulty has been reduced by a lot. She definitely can't come up with that much money. As for her mother, she can just move with Su Yuelan. It's not like she hasn't moved before.

She always felt that something else was going to happen.

Tang Lin looked at Wen Xu with a scrutinizing gaze. Tang Lin had always thought that Wen Xu seemed smart, but was actually extremely foolish, failing to utilize her resources and being untrustworthy to both sides. She deserved to be exploited by her father. However, today she seemed quite different. Although Tang Lin had already noticed that Wen Zeyu's makeup was fake, after all, she had studied all the techniques related to makeup.

"Xuxu, your dad went too far. But why didn't you mention his makeup in the first place?"

"I only noticed it when I accidentally scratched his face, after all, I haven't seen him for many years."

If we don't push him to this point, how can we expect him to reveal his true intentions?