C2 Cost of the transaction

This shock from Huang Xing caused his originally fiery passion to suddenly dissipate. He retreated his troops and lost all will to fight.

Zhao Xiaoran who had been cold as ice all this while finally erupted. She sat up on the bed and looked at Huang Xing angrily. Huang Xing suddenly felt that his wife, who was once as beautiful as an angel in his heart, was now this ferocious. Her anger was surging like a ferocious beast, catching Huang Xing somewhat off guard.

Perhaps, he should have long since realized the arrival of this day! He couldn't give her everything she wanted, which was a fatal wound to a vain woman.

Zhao Xiaoran's tears gushed out from her eyes. A woman's tears came really quickly. Zhao Xiaoran said grievingly: From tomorrow onwards, I will no longer be your wife! I want to divorce you!

Huang Xing felt his heart tremble. Wh, why?

Zhao Xiaoran coldly snorted. Why? Didn't you think of it yourself? I can't stand it anymore! I've had enough of this life! I, Zhao Xiaoran, am just a flower stuck in cow dung. Back then, when there were so many people who liked me, I chose to take a liking to you and followed you! But what kind of life did you give me? To live in a rented apartment of a dozen square meters and have a good meal and buy a beautiful set of clothes felt like a fantasy! Is this the life of a human being, you know, I can't even lift my head in front of my colleagues. This colleague husband is the civil servant of the government department, the colleague husband is the vice president of the state-owned enterprise, the worst colleague husband is the department manager of the company. When someone asked me what my husband did, I was too embarrassed to say. I really can't muster up the courage to say my husband is... It was a security guard that was checking out the entrance! Do you know what other people say about security? Two words, watchdog...

Huang Xing felt his face burning. He never thought that his wife's impression of him would be so low. He had always thought that with love, there would be a home. Now, he suddenly realized that without money as a foundation, love would not last long. Without money as a foundation, a home would not last long. He had always believed in the power of love, and love had indeed given him the power to be promoted to captain of the security forces in a mere six months. He thought his wife would be happy, but it turned out to be an innocent fantasy.

His wife, Zhao Xiaoran, was a Manchu, but she was never satisfied.

Huang Xing resisted the disappointing tears in his eyes with all his might, not allowing them to show off his weakness. Still, he managed to say to his wife, I'm still young, my wife. I've been working hard. Next month, I can raise my salary by another 200...

Zhao Xiaoran laughed out loud, looking at Huang Xing with disdain: 200, so many! Being a security chief was very impressive. He was still a security guard, but he was still a gatekeeper! I, Zhao Xiaoran, am truly blind, I already felt that you were handsome and handsome, and that you were an honest person. But Huang Xing, tell me, other than being a little handsome, do you have other advantages? Ah … I almost forgot that you have another advantage, which is that your libido is so strong that at night you're no different from a wolfhound in heat. It's really Huang Xing, not because I'm talking about you, it's really a waste of your talent not to be a duck with such potential … Huang Xing, let me tell you, I have had enough. I don't feel happy at all when I'm with you, I'm too unfortunate. I can't enjoy anything that a woman should enjoy. I, Zhao Xiaoran felt wronged, truly too wronged. Am I ugly? Why is the heavens treating me so unfairly? Why can all those women who aren't as beautiful as me find a man with money and a career, but I, Zhao Xiaoran, found a vase …

Huang Xing's tears finally could no longer hold back and gushed out. He had always been strong and confident that his efforts would not be in vain. But at this moment, he felt as if all his beauty had been reduced to nothing. The angel in his heart was nothing more than an embodiment of vanity. He couldn't give her everything she wanted, and of course he couldn't really get her heart.

Hearing his wife's mocking, Huang Xing's heart felt as cold as ice. But he was still making a last effort, trying to persuade his wife to stay: Xiao Ran, you must believe that I am still young, that I will give you everything, that I will make you the happiest woman in the world.

He wanted to hold his wife and cry, to let her know how much he loved her, and how much he had promised. However, he did not do so. He was afraid of the coldness in his heart, so he could no longer cover up the love that was once engraved in his heart. It was said that marriage was the tomb of love, and he didn't know what to do to save the lost love and the marriage that was about to collapse. It came so suddenly that he felt it was like the end of the world. He did not dare to imagine how dark his life would be without love and joy.

Zhao Xiaoran smiled strangely, laid down flat on her back, and made an exaggerated big word, urging Huang Xing: Come, let me fulfill my duty as a wife for the last time. I still belong to you by six o'clock tomorrow morning.

Huang Xing wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

Zhao Xiaoran urged once more, seeing that Huang Xing still had not moved, he became angry: Huang Xing, where did your ability go, come! Let me tell you, after this village, there won't be this shop anymore …

Huang Xing did not want to continue listening to his wife's words, because each and every word she said was like a knife, piercing through his heart time and time again. So much so that he suddenly wailed loudly!

How he wished that all of this was just a nightmare!

But reality was a thousand times clearer than dreams.

Huang Xing could not take it anymore and pushed Zhao Xiaoran's hand away: Have you said enough?

Zhao Xiaoran scoffed, "Don't not know how to appreciate favors." I, Zhao Xiaoran, have done my best! If it was anyone else, it would be impossible for me to marry a piece of trash like you! Don't take a wife until you can't bring happiness to a woman. That would only harm people...

Huang Xing's mind was about to collapse! As if he had gone mad, he shouted with all his might: Scram, Zhao Xiaoran, you scram!

Zhao Xiaoran immediately stood up: I've been waiting for you to say this!

She stood up straighter than usual and even slightly twisted her waist, as if showing off her good figure. One by one she dressed in slow motion, full of dissatisfaction and irony with life. For the first time, Huang Xing felt that the way his wife was dressed was actually similar to that of a young miss who had just completed her task. But he didn't know how to pay for the attempted transaction.

Yes, he thought it was more like a deal, the price of a deal, the equivalent of the grave of marriage.