Chapter Eighty-One: Worldviews Overturned

Wang Weihua's face was clouded with anger. If he gave her away willingly, at least he could get some money in exchange, and it would be on his own terms. But now, Zhou Meiniang had found herself a man inferior to him—in everyone's eyes, she was still his wife, even if they hadn't truly acted as husband and wife. Yet this woman had gone and put a green hat on him. How could he bear such humiliation? To him, it was the greatest disgrace. From now on, he would never be able to hold his head high; he would have no face left among his friends.

"You want a divorce? Not a chance! But Zhou Meiniang, if you're willing to agree to one thing, I might just let you two dogs have your way." Wang Weihua sneered.

Zhou Meiniang frowned in confusion. "What is it?"

"You spend a week with these brothers of mine. All of them. If any of them want you, you must oblige. If you can do that, I'll divorce you in a week." Wang Weihua's sneer deepened, then he glanced at Shen Guodong. "Shen, if you don't mind picking up used goods, you can have her. As for me, I have no further interest."

With these words, Wang Weihua's gang nearly lost their minds.

What a generous man!

If they'd known Wang was so openhanded, they wouldn't have bothered with all the formalities before. They felt as if they'd lost a fortune.

"Wang, you're a real friend."

"Brother, from now on, you'll always be my brother."

"If you ever need anything, just ask. I won't even frown—if I do, I'm no man."

"Wang, I can't thank you enough. From now on, my life is yours!"

His crowd of rowdy companions was moved to tears. They’d been coveting Zhou Meiniang for ages! They hadn’t dared make a move, and she would never have agreed anyway. If Wang Weihua found out, they'd lose all their privileges—totally not worth the risk. So, they’d held back.

Who would have thought Wang Weihua would say such a thing? Right now, they were so touched they nearly wept. The alcohol from earlier had evaporated—they stared hungrily at Zhou Meiniang, their eyes roaming over her as desire burned in their bellies.

This woman's beauty was extraordinary, putting many famous actresses to shame.

At this point, everyone’s face was flushed with excitement. There was nothing more to say!

Zhou Meiniang, however, was trembling with rage.

She had always known he was shameless, but the depths of his depravity surpassed her imagination, shattering her every expectation and plunging her understanding to new lows. Wang Weihua was constantly breaking her bottom line.

Even Shen Guodong hadn’t expected such depths. This man was being toyed with like a fool and still looking out for his so-called brothers. He considered them brothers, but they probably thought he was an idiot. Who knew how fiercely they were cursing him in their hearts?

The situation was painfully clear.

"Zhou Meiniang, Shen! If you agree to this, I'll let you two be together. Otherwise, don't think I'll let you off so easily. You want to fly off together? Ha! Impossible." Wang Weihua went on.

Shen Guodong hadn't expected him to go this far—this was well beyond what he'd anticipated. His expression turned mocking.

Did Wang Weihua really think acting like a rogue would get him anywhere? He was overestimating himself. Clearly, bringing along that bald-headed guy had been the right call! To deal with a scoundrel, you needed to use certain methods.

The gangsters blocked the door, not allowing them to leave. With such a golden opportunity to have Zhou Meiniang, how could they let her slip away? Dream on! They weren't to be trifled with—fighting and brawling were routine for them. People from miles around gave them a wide berth.

"Kid, you’re pretty cocky. You dare mess with our Wang’s wife? You think coming here to negotiate means we’ll take you seriously? Don’t make us laugh!"

"Looks like you really need a lesson. Who do you think Wang is?"

"If you want to be with this woman, you’d better do what Wang says—and pay us some compensation. Otherwise, I’ll ruin you, and you’ll never be a man again!"

"Right. Wang’s wife is so beautiful—you owe at least a thousand or eight hundred in compensation. If you can’t even do that, think carefully about your next move. Don’t think we’re soft. Don’t expect to get away so easily."

With Wang Weihua’s promise hanging in the air, they were especially aggressive. After all, who wouldn’t be eager for a chance to enjoy such a beauty?

In front of Wang Weihua, this was all beyond question.

Seeing his brothers standing up for him, Wang Weihua was moved almost to tears. "Brothers, thank you! Whatever you need in the future, just come to me. If I can help, I will—no questions asked."

Not only were his friends left with huge question marks on their faces, but even Shen Guodong was stunned.

Was this man insane? Otherwise, how could he say such things? Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t do this, yet Wang Weihua could. This was truly a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

Shen Guodong had lived more than twenty years. No, in fact, two lifetimes. He’d seen his share of oddities, but never anything like Wang Weihua: betrayed and still counting money for his betrayers. His so-called brothers seemed to be struggling to keep straight faces, and if anything else funny happened, they’d probably burst out laughing.

"Kid, let Zhou Meiniang keep my brothers company for a week! Then, you give me a thousand yuan, and I'll grant your divorce." Wang Weihua had no feelings for Zhou Meiniang. However beautiful she was, she couldn’t stir his heart the slightest. He might as well get some money out of it! Otherwise, Shen Guodong shouldn’t expect to leave today.

"Let’s go divorce right now. I’ll give you the money," Shen Guodong replied calmly. If a man could give his own woman away, what kind of man was he?

Even if Zhou Meiniang had no official status, was unrecognized by society, and even held in contempt, in Shen Guodong’s eyes, once she was with him, even without a title, she deserved the same treatment as Liu Yueru. The fact she was his woman would not change!

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

As for the money—a thousand, or even ten thousand—if it would resolve the matter, he wouldn’t bat an eye.

He’d already planned to give Wang Weihua some compensation, hoping to avoid complications. But Wang’s words had crossed the line—he couldn't accept them.