Chapter 18 Tricked Out of 50 Yuan by the Female Lead!

So, once again, had Zeng Cheng been bewitched by Qian Sanya?

Watching husband and wife quarrel until their faces turned red, Qian Sanya felt delighted inside, though on the surface she put on a falsely guilty face:

“Sister, brother-in-law, don’t quarrel over me. It’s all my fault… I really shouldn’t have come to your house today.”

It would have been better if she’d kept quiet.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Zhao Qianqian immediately turned her fury on her:

“Don’t pretend—this is exactly what you wanted to see!”

Zeng Cheng looked at Zhao Qianqian with deep disappointment.

After a long pause, he finally asked, incredulously:

“Qianqian, when… when did you become like this?”

His voice carried a heavy helplessness.

And honestly, it wasn’t surprising he reacted this way.

Back then, the original Zhao Qianqian had spared no effort to win Zeng Cheng’s heart.

She had worked tirelessly to present herself as a perfect, kind, gentle woman in front of him.

At that time, she was sweet and considerate, always wearing a sunny smile, seemingly the embodiment of every beautiful quality.

But somewhere along the way, she had changed.

At first, Zeng Cheng only noticed that she had pursued him immorally.

And before Zhao Qianqian could argue back,

he added on his own: “How could I forget? You were never a good person to begin with. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have seduced your stepsister’s fiancé.”

The words pierced her like a knife.

Her face went deathly pale, her whole body trembling with rage. She nearly lunged at him.

Meanwhile, Qian Sanya, watching from the side, was secretly overjoyed.

She had expected this. With Zhao Qianqian’s fiery temper, there was no way she would tolerate such humiliation!

The gentle, patient persona she had once played before Zeng Cheng had all been an act, a performance to seduce him.

Hmph!

In her past life, Qian Sanya might have been fooled by Zhao Qianqian’s innocent looks.

But this time, she knew better—Zhao Qianqian, just like her mother Zhao Saihua, was the ultimate manipulative green tea!

She hoped the couple would argue harder—ideally until blows were exchanged.

The very thought thrilled her.

She even covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Sure enough, just as she predicted—

as she reached the door, a piercing scream split the air.

It was Zhao Qianqian, her voice breaking down in hysterical anger:

“I’m not a good person? Was it me who went after you? Anyone else in this world can judge me, but you—Zeng Cheng—you have no right!”

“Don’t say I confessed first. You treated me better than your fiancée. The hair ribbons and clips Qian Sanya never got—you gave them to me! Dare you say you weren’t the one who started it? Dare you say you didn’t seduce me?”

Her words shot out like bullets, giving Zeng Cheng no chance to speak.

“Hah! You say I’m not a good person. What about you? Every time you see a pretty face, your eyes stick like a magnet. You can’t look away! You and I—don’t bother pretending—we’re made for each other!”

But once her anger faded, Zhao Qianqian regretted it.

Damn! She’d been too furious. She’d forgotten to keep up her act as the loving, devoted wife.

Zeng Cheng, meanwhile, stood frozen.

He had been ready to lash back at her insult.

But then came those words: we’re made for each other.

And suddenly, he was speechless.

Fine.

If it meant being her match, he didn’t mind being a bad man.

To break the tension, Zeng Cheng suggested:

“Since you want me to keep my distance from your sister, then tomorrow you can deliver fifty yuan to her on my behalf—as thanks for saving my life.”

Seeing her unhappiness, he softened his tone to coax her:

“Whether it was your fault or mine, we both wronged her. And she really did save me today. We can’t just ignore that.”

“Why should we give her fifty? She planned this from the start!” Zhao Qianqian protested. “Besides, didn’t I already give her 150 yuan from the bride price? She nearly beat me to death too!”

Her voice broke, turning into tears: “Zeng Cheng, I bled and nearly died for you!”

As if she couldn’t play the pitiful act too.

Seeing her cry, Zeng Cheng’s heart ached. He pulled her into his arms, comforting and apologizing.

But he still insisted on giving the money.

At least he promised: “From now on, I’ll keep my distance from her, and I won’t give her money again.”

After all, he was her future meal ticket.

Since he compromised, Zhao Qianqian yielded too.

Still, she knew this was only the beginning.

From now on, dealing with the reborn female lead would only get harder.

Heh.

Zhao Qianqian suddenly lost all desire to go to work.

Slaving away for 28 yuan a month—what for?

Even showing up at the factory occasionally felt like too much.

Meanwhile, the reborn heroine, in just a few months, would squeeze seven or eight hundred yuan out of her husband.

In just one day, she had already conned fifty.

Though Zhao Qianqian had agreed yesterday, when it came time to actually send the money today, she tried to weasel out of it.

She didn’t want to give it.

Zeng Cheng, exasperated, said: “Even if you don’t want me close to Qian Sanya, she really did save me. If we don’t give her money, then she and I will always have unresolved ties. Is that what you want?”

Of course not.

“Fine, I’ll deliver the money tomorrow. But you must promise to cut ties with her,” Zhao Qianqian bargained. “And that five hundred yuan you have left—give it all to me to keep safe. Don’t worry, whenever you want to spend it, I’ll give it to you.”

She added:

“As long as it’s not for another woman. For anything else, I’ll support you.”

“So you just want to swindle my money?”

“I’m not swindling. I just don’t want other women to sweet-talk you into giving it away.”

Then she threw herself into his arms, acting coy:

“Besides, it’s for our future. Maybe I’m already carrying your baby. Could you really stand to see your wife and child starve one day?”

“Nonsense.” Zeng Cheng tapped her forehead fondly. “If you want money, just ask. Don’t drag our child into it.”