Leng Bingning closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Calm down… inhale… exhale…
She restarted the Rolls-Royce Silver Charm.
As the most beautiful and capable domineering CEO in the Magic city, she absolutely could not argue with her husband on the street at night.
If curious passersby filmed it and posted it online, the one losing face wouldn’t be Zhu Tianfan, but her—Leng Bingning—and the entire Leng family.
A few seconds later, she forcefully suppressed her anger, opened her eyes, and looked at Zhu Tianfan with cold indifference.
“Zhu Tianfan, come to work with me tomorrow.”
She planned to keep him by her side. Once he had work to focus on, maybe he wouldn’t keep insulting her in his thoughts.
“Huh? Ah… wife, that’s not necessary. I’m doing fine at home!”
Zhu Tianfan once again stared at her with that clear yet foolish look.
This domineering CEO had never allowed her nominal husband to go to the company. Even if there was something, he wasn’t allowed into her office—everything had to go through her secretary.
[Tch! I’d rather lie at home and slack off. No way I’m going to the company with you! You never let me step out for five years, and now suddenly you want me there? Something’s definitely wrong!]
[Could she be plotting something? Maybe she wants to humiliate me at the company, then break my legs and lock me in the basement!]
[Damn… this woman is terrifying. All for 50 million, she’s already thinking this viciously? No wonder she ends up dying after getting her organs taken! Tch!]
Leng Bingning’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under her fingers.
This man had always been submissive and obedient for twelve years. He never once contradicted her.
She had long grown used to his compliance, used to him centering his life around her, used to carrying her CEO identity even into daily life.
But now, everything had changed.
Not only did he no longer take pride in her, he insulted her endlessly in his thoughts.
It felt… uncomfortable.
As if her authority had been challenged.
She shot him a cold glare, the urge to stab him almost surfacing.
This useless man, who always seemed so cowardly, suddenly knew exactly how to hit where it hurt.
Leng Bingning’s lips twitched as she struggled to restrain herself.
I’ll endure… I’ll endure… I can’t endure anymore!
No matter how good a temper a woman had, she couldn’t tolerate her husband constantly muttering insults—especially words that struck straight at the heart.
She slammed her hand against the steering wheel, then forced herself to hold back as she shouted, “Shut up!”
Zhu Tianfan, sitting in the passenger seat, trembled.
Something was definitely off. Why was she suddenly so angry?
He immediately went silent, pretending to be dead. For the sake of tomorrow’s smooth divorce, he stopped even thinking about her.
Without his constant inner chatter, Leng Bingning finally drove in silence.
…
When the Rolls-Royce Silver Charm arrived at the entrance of Dream Illusion Bar, they saw Lan Ruyue standing there, her figure elegant and aloof.
“Bingning, you’re finally here! Come, tonight we won’t—”
The moment Zhu Tianfan opened the car door and stepped out, Lan Ruyue froze.
That useless man had come along too?
How was she supposed to carry out the plan now?
However, Lan Ruyue quickly recovered, smiling as she greeted him, “Oh, Tianfan? Bingning actually brought you out tonight?”
“But that won’t do. Tonight is a girls’ gathering.”
The disdain and disgust in her eyes were barely concealed, but Leng Bingning didn’t comment. After all, she was her “best friend.”
[What a scheming woman… no wonder she’s her best friend.]
[Look at her fingers twisting at her clothes, so obviously nervous, yet this woman still doesn’t notice.]
[Huh? That pink Maserati over there… those five guys inside must be the thugs. Looks like Lan Ruyue has already prepared everything.]
While holding Leng Bingning’s arm after she parked, Zhu Tianfan casually glanced around.
Sure enough, he spotted a rose-gold Maserati with five dyed-blond thugs inside.
Leng Bingning’s gaze turned cold as she looked at Lan Ruyue.
Her fingers were indeed nervously intertwined.
Zhu Tianfan… was right.
After so many years of friendship, she knew exactly what Lan Ruyue looked like when she felt guilty.
As for that Maserati, she recognized it immediately. She had personally customized and gifted it to Lan Ruyue for her 18th birthday.
What a “friend.”
Good… very good.
After everything she had given, this was how she was repaid.
Without drawing attention, Leng Bingning slipped her hand into her purse and sent a message on her phone.
She wanted to see how things would unfold tonight. If Lan Ruyue and Leng Xiner truly worked together, then she would show them no mercy.
“Let’s go in.”
Her tone was as cold as ever.
The oppressive aura around her made both Lan Ruyue and Zhu Tianfan feel something was off. Tonight, she seemed even colder than usual.
The three entered the private room they had reserved.
As expected, the table was already filled with drinks and snacks.
This was the best private room in the bar, one Leng Bingning often used when drinking with Lan Ruyue.
Unlike other naive women, Leng Bingning had no interest in dancing. She preferred observing the chaotic energy of the bar from afar.
Before she could even sit down, Zhu Tianfan noticed five bottles of vivid purple fruit wine on the table.
He remembered that Leng Bingning particularly liked the color purple—even her drinks were no exception.
[Those five bottles of purple fruit wine… they’re the main event tonight. Once she drinks them all, the drug will hit hard.]
[Hehe… drink up quickly so I can leave. Tomorrow she’ll happily force me to divorce!]
[With 50 million in hand, my good days are coming. Should I find two beauties… or five?]
Leng Bingning stared at him coldly, her anger surging.
She nearly grabbed a bottle to smash over his head.
Her fingers tightened around her designer handbag, veins bulging.
This man was utterly shameless.
What kind of husband wished for his own wife to be violated?