Chapter 241: Chapter 249: Even by Weight, You’re Not Worth That Much Money
The next morning, in the VIP ward of the hospital’s orthopedics department.
Lu Jingwei disheveledly got off Wang Ke’s hospital bed, her seductive voice carrying a long-lasting flirtation: "You’re so annoying, you just hurt me."
Wang Ke, with lustful eyes, pinched Lu Jingwei’s full, curvy buttocks: "Who was shouting so loud just now? It seemed you were actually enjoying it."
With a "bang," the door of the ward was forcefully kicked open from the outside, and a fierce-looking woman stormed in.
Wang Ke and Lu Jingwei frowned as they looked over.
"You old bastard, how dare you buy a villa for this woman behind my back? Watch me tear her apart today."
This woman was Wang Ke’s original wife, Zhang Xueyao. She had known her husband always liked to fool around, but it usually involved only spending a little money. This time, he had shockingly splurged on a villa for Lu Jingwei.
If it weren’t for someone anonymously sending her some information this morning, she would likely still be kept in the dark.
Zhang Xueyao, like a shrew from the marketplace, charged at Lu Jingwei, tugging at her hair and hitting her chaotically: "You little slut, you’re not worth that much even if priced by weight. You think you’re lined with gold? Let me beat you for spending my money."
Lu Jingwei was pinned to the ground, unable to fight back, left only to endure the beating.
Wang Ke got off the bed and pulled the frenzied Zhang Xueyao away: "If you want to make a scene, do it at home. This is a hospital; don’t embarrass yourself."
"Peh, you still know shame? Why didn’t you think of that when you were sleeping with her."
Lu Jingwei got up from the ground, her little face drenched in tears and filled with immense grievance: "President Wang, even though I love you very much, I don’t want to ruin your family... We... we should part ways."
Lu Jingwei’s clothes were torn apart, and her hair was pulled out in clumps by Zhang Xueyao, making her look as pitiful as possible.
Wang Ke tenderly comforted the sobbing Lu Jingwei: "Little sweetheart, don’t cry. You’ve served me so well; I can’t bear to part with you."
This was Lu Jingwei retreating to advance. Unfortunately, Wang Ke only saw the surface, blinded by lust.
Upon hearing Wang Ke’s words, Zhang Xueyao erupted, shouting without regard: "You old bastard, can’t you see this little witch is after your money? Love you, my foot. How could a twenty-something girl be interested in trash like you?"
Trembling, Lu Jingwei lifted her head to look at Wang Ke, her crying filled with grievance, tears streaming down as if cost-free: "President Wang, whether you believe it or not, I truly like you. I want to be with you for a lifetime. I don’t fear being a mistress; I only worry about causing you trouble."
Lu Jingwei was definitely channeling a master actress; even professional actors couldn’t perform as convincingly.
Wang Ke’s filthy hands squeezed Lu Jingwei’s curvy buttocks, tugging her tightly into his embrace: "Sweetheart, my dear, look how pitiful you’ve become."
Lu Jingwei leaned against Wang Ke’s arms, her eyes discreetly provoking Zhang Xueyao.
Zhang Xueyao was so furious she almost fainted; she mainly felt the pain of losing money. A villa that big was just gone, and the mere thought hurt her heart.
"Old bastard, are you planning not to sever ties with this little witch?"
Wang Ke released Lu Jingwei, took a few steps forward, and embraced Zhang Xueyao: "My dear wife, it’s just sleeping with a woman; don’t be so angry. If you damage your health, who would be worried but me?"
"I feel the pain for my money. No matter how skilled this little slut is in bed, it’s not worth a villa. Even pork is sold by weight."
Zhang Xueyao didn’t care at all who Wang Ke was involved with; over the years, he’d slept with countless women. If it weren’t for the company’s interests being entangled, she would’ve divorced him long ago.