C12 You Want Me to Sell My Wife?

Even though Xiao Ge had just pocketed nearly ten thousand yuan, he was still strapped for cash. Given his enormous appetite, that amount wouldn't last him very long. So, for him, the top priority remained to earn money—and lots of it.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Junxiong, and I'm also a student at Ningcheng University, just a couple of years ahead of you. I'm a junior," the handsome man began.

A junior?

Xiao Ge eyed Lin Junxiong with skepticism. This guy hardly seemed like a student. Despite his good looks, he appeared much more mature, easily in his mid-twenties, and his attire was far from collegiate. Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he had the air of a seasoned white-collar professional.

"I'm just a bit more mature for my age," Lin Junxiong said, noticing Xiao Ge's doubtful gaze. He smiled and added, "Women find mature men more attractive."

"You might not be precocious," Xiao Ge replied earnestly, "you could just be aging prematurely."

Lin Junxiong's handsome face twitched. Was this guy even speaking the same language? He was only twenty and being called prematurely aged? If Xiao Ge weren't useful to him, he'd be hurling insults by now.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with aging prematurely, as long as it's not... premature in other areas," Xiao Ge said, trying to sound consoling.

Lin Junxiong's face twitched again. This guy was really asking for it!

"Xiao Ge, let's focus on business," Lin Junxiong interjected, eager to steer clear of any more offensive comments.

"Oh, right, business. Are you planning to give me money?" Xiao Ge asked, his face alight with anticipation. "You know, I have a fondness for gold over cash. If you're willing to part with a ton or two of gold, I wouldn't hesitate to take it off your hands."

"Xiao Ge, I recognize you're a clever man, and I enjoy doing business with the likes of you," Lin Junxiong said, getting down to brass tacks. "The way you handled the broken engagement with Qin Feiya was nothing short of genius. If you hadn't called it off, she would have beaten you to the punch. But by making the first move, you put her in a position where she couldn't accept without losing face, as it would look like she was the one being rejected. Moreover, your strategy of playing hard to get has piqued the interest of Qin Feiya, who previously knew nothing about you. Honestly, I have to say I admire your tactics."

Xiao Ge couldn't help but yawn. "I enjoy doing business with intelligent people too, but sadly, you don't seem to have a shred of intelligence. What I said wasn't a ploy—I genuinely want to call off my engagement with Qin Feiya."

"There's no need for denial, Xiao Ge," Lin Junxiong said with a slight smile, unfazed by the dig at his intelligence. "Any sane man would cling to an engagement with Qin Feiya, not end it. It's perfectly normal to want to hold onto a fiancée like her."

Xiao Ge bristled. "Hey, I thought you wanted to discuss business?"

"Indeed, I'm here to talk business, and our business concerns Qin Feiya," Lin Junxiong affirmed with a nod. "You're a smart man, Xiao Ge. You should realize that no matter how hard you try, you're not a match for Qin Feiya. You hail from a small town under Ningcheng, orphaned, with your only guardian gone, and you're left with nothing. Qin Feiya is different—she's not only beautiful but also the daughter of a billionaire mother. To us, women are essential, but a woman like Qin Feiya with her looks and background is a luxury—a luxury you simply can't afford."

"Negotiating with an idiot is exhausting," Xiao Ge retorted, glaring at Lin Junxiong. "You've rambled on without ever getting to the point. Doesn't all this drivel wear you out? Because I'm certainly worn out from listening."

Lin Junxiong's facial muscles twitched once more, clearly irked by the insult. Yet, he composed himself, took a deep breath, and cut to the chase. "Fine, I'll be direct. I'll give you one million to help me win over Qin Feiya."

"Eh?" Xiao Ge thought he had misheard. "What did you say?"

"I desire Qin Feiya, and you're in need of money. Our deal is straightforward: bring Qin Feiya to my bed, and I'll transfer the money into your account. Just give the word, and you'll instantly become a millionaire. For someone like you, this is the chance of a lifetime!" Lin Junxiong maintained his composure. "Xiao Ge, I trust in your intelligence. You'll never truly be Qin Feiya's man, but right now, your greatest asset is your proximity to her, given that you're her fiancé in name. You can capitalize on this, make a tidy profit. And of course, we can negotiate the exact figure."

Xiao Ge glared at Lin Junxiong as if he were looking at a complete fool. "So, let me get this straight—you're convinced I don't want to call off my engagement with Qin Feiya, yet you expect me to help you win her over? Are you asking me to sell my own fiancée?"

"That's one way to put it," Lin Junxiong unabashedly confirmed, launching into a self-righteous spiel. "The truth is, everything has a price, and selling one's wife isn't unheard of. There are countless men who have pushed their wives into becoming mistresses, and plenty who have traded their spouses for favors. Just last year, a lowly clerk offered his wife to me in exchange for a favor. And just last month, the class belle from Ningcheng University was delivered to my room by her boyfriend, all for a mere ten thousand dollars."

As he spoke, Lin Junxiong retrieved a leather bag from beneath the car seat and handed it to Xiao Ge. "This is a hundred thousand dollars in cash, yours right now as a down payment. Once the deal is complete, I'll add another million to your account. All you have to do is arrange a meeting with Qin Feiya at a place I choose. What do you say? It's a profitable transaction for you, isn't it?"

"Qin Feiya, looks like you're not so priceless after all—just a million," Xiao Ge mused to himself, then gazed at his own reflection in the car's rearview mirror, his expression one of bemusement. "Do I really look like someone who's so desperate for cash that I'd sell my own wife?"

"Qin Feiya's worth is certainly beyond a mere million. If you could actually marry her, you'd have access to a fortune worth billions. But sadly, in all of Ningcheng City, numerous men are vying for her attention, and with your prospects, you're bound to lose out in this competition and end up with nothing. So why not take the million now?" Lin Junxiong was confident in his persuasive abilities, though he believed the real power lay in the cash. With that, he opened the leather bag wider, flaunting the stacks of bills inside. "Xiao Ge, all it takes is a nod from you, and this money is yours. You might not win Qin Feiya, but with this cash, you can certainly find plenty of other beautiful women."

"Lin Junxiong, is it actually true that so many men would sell their wives for money?" Xiao Ge was deeply troubled by this issue. He simply couldn't fathom how such men could exist in the world.