Sang Li looked back and forth, wondering if doing this had some kind of downside.
He tentatively asked, “What if I cannot find someone better than my husband? I am super good at spending money, and I already have a baby.”
The AI inquired: Would you like us to generate a matrimonial compatibility chart based on your current conditions?
“Then generate one.”
Hesitatingly clicking yes, Sang Li quickly reviewed himself and tried to add a perk: “I am exceptionally good-looking.”
A moment later.
The AI replied:
Based on your response, your basic information is summarized as follows: education, college dropout; occupation, social idler; academic background, none; social connections, none; parental pensions, none; age, advanced; relative advantage, exceptionally good-looking. However, since you did not provide a photo, it is difficult to judge whether you consider yourself good-looking or if society agrees.
AI Analysis:
Given your conditions, we recommend prioritizing retired individuals over sixty years old with abundant pensions; they are not picky. Of course, love knows no bounds, and you are also welcome to gather your courage and pursue free romance.
AI Summary:
Combining your previous question, romantic prospects over sixty have relatively lower physical demands while boasting higher pensions, making them the most suitable candidates for your second husband to meet your requirements. Wishing you fulfillment of your heart’s desire soon and success in finding a new romance!
Sang Li: “…”
Wait. Is this right?
Would sixty be a little too old?
Even though Jiang Xiucheng was truly a powerhouse in bed, having a completely vegetarian lifestyle from now on would not really work for Lili either.
Sang Li felt rather troubled.
Yet he still tucked the AI’s suggestion of finding a backup husband into the back of his mind.
However, how could he possibly find a backup who was wealthy, did not cause trouble, and could remain well-behaved without making a fuss before he even got divorced?
After all, Lili did not want a divorce just yet.
Aside from being way too old, his husband was pretty good in every other way.
Burying his head under the covers while staring intently at the screen, Sang Li was deep in serious thought when the quilt was suddenly yanked off from above by another hand.
“Looking at your phone in total darkness, do you not want your eyes anymore?”
A low, deep voice pressed down from above. “What are you looking at?”
Startled out of his wits, Sang Li hurriedly scrambled to clear his phone screen. “N-nothing at all!”
Jiang Xiucheng scooped Sang Li straight into his arms, settling him onto his firmly mused thighs. “Is that so? Then why does Lili look so guilty?”
Sang Li: “…”
Pushing against the phone, Sang Li shoved it desperately beneath the pillow, terrified that Jiang Xiucheng would remember and demand to check it. In his helplessness, he had no choice but to sacrifice himself, straightening his waist to proactively kiss his husband’s adam’s apple. “Where did husband just go? Pamper your baby a little.”
His fingertips turned pink the moment he grew shy, his slender arms barely managing to drape over Jiang Xiucheng’s shoulders.
Jiang Xiucheng’s adam’s apple rolled slightly as he lowered his head to deepen their kiss. “Where do you want to be pampered?”
The lack of air quickly brought tears to the corners of Sang Li’s eyes. Struggling, he tried to scramble away from his husband’s lap, only to be pinned right back down and kissed on the ears, the eyelashes, the cheeks, and the lips.
“Is this enough pampering? Hmm, baby?”
…
It really, truly hurt.
With a heart-shaped liquidity layout and feeling like a completely stir-fried and exhausted Lili, he lay face down on the sofa, tearfully watching his husband head out the door. Every time he tried to get up to change positions, his aching waist forced him right back down.
No.
This really could not go on any longer.
Lili was not a teenager anymore.
There was a massive problem between him and Jiang Xiucheng.
Jiang Yun had already gone off to school early. Looking all around him in circles, Sang Li turned to the two domestic workers nearby and asked, “Am I really a spoiled trophy wife?”
The two workers exchanged awkward glances, too afraid to answer. “Madam, would you like a banana? We can get you one. These imported bananas are super fresh, nice and thick and yellow.”
“No thanks, I am allergic to things that are thick and yellow.”
Sang Li rejected them coldly and firmly.
There was hardly anyone in the house he could talk to.
Sang Li had no choice but to consult the emotional AI: Dear, judging by the situation, I really seem a bit like a trophy wife. Is it okay to just keep being a trophy wife forever?
Continuing to search its database, the AI replied: According to existing data, being a trophy wife carries risks. Would you like to view a VCR?
“Let us see it.”
Melancholically, Sang Li tapped open the video titled The Great Heroine’s Return: Reclaiming the Male Lead’s Heart and Beating the Vicious Trophy Wife, which told the story of a clever, formidable heroine joining forces with the male lead to create brilliance together, conveniently leading the male lead’s annoying, nuisance of an ex-trophy wife to her doom.
The AI stated: More similar videos have been found. Would you like them pushed to you?
“No need.”
Dropping his little cat face, Sang Li rejected the offer, lowered his head in utter dejection, and typed out: But I do not know how to work or do manual labor. Right now my husband’s demands are too intense, and I don’t want to suffer through the bitterness of that thing anymore, plus being a trophy wife has risks. What should I do? Wuwuwu.
This time, the AI fell into deep contemplation.
Two minutes later, it gave Sang Li its reply:
Although being a trophy wife carries risks, according to algorithm analysis, this risk is limited. If we widely distribute this risk, the degree of risk will decrease significantly.
Sang Li did not understand: Huh?
The AI stated: Being one trophy wife is dangerous. Being multiple trophy wives means risk-sharing.
The AI added: In other words, as long as you have enough men, crisis will never catch up to you.
Sang Li was shocked.
Is that how it works?
Ever since the day he realized he might be a trophy wife, Sang Li’s worldview was being refreshed daily.
Turns out that only spending a husband’s money was not quite right, and constantly being controlled by a husband who forbade him from going out or talking to others seemed wrong too.
Yet his husband had previously told him that because Lili was so pretty and cute, spending a man’s money was only natural and right.
Sang Li could not quite tell whether he felt upset because he couldn’t handle being intensely stir-fried all night long, or because the comment section on Little Sweet Potato said trophy wives get abandoned by their husbands to pick up trash, or perhaps because the AI told him nobody wanted him in the matrimonial market.
Either way, he felt a bit sad.
Would nobody really want Lili anymore?
Sang Li was actually quite uncertain whether he could still hook up with men. He was no longer the way he was at eighteen.
Clutching his phone, he tossed and turned for a long while before clumsily typing out a message and sending it out as a group broadcast.
At the exact same time.
Shao Wenxing was sitting in Jiang Xiucheng’s office, the two of them having just finished discussing the preliminary proposal for a resort north of the city.
The secretary’s office had sent over tea and pastries.
Shao Wenxing took a bite. “Damn it, Jiang Xiucheng, since when did you develop such a sweet tooth?”
Jiang Xiucheng glanced at it. “Sent the wrong one. This is what I am bringing back for Lili after work; he loves this place. Berry, get President Shao a new plate.”
Shao Wenxing paused, looked at the pastry in his hand, and finished eating it all in one go. “Doesn’t that mean Sang Li won’t have anything to eat?”
“There is still time.”
Standing up to grab his jacket, Jiang Xiucheng replied, “I will go buy another portion. It will be just right and still hot when I get home.”
Shao Wenxing wanted to say something else when the phone resting on the coffee table suddenly vibrated with an incoming notification.
Lowering his gaze, the expression in his eyes shifted violently over and over again.
Jiang Xiucheng was already striding toward the office door, his tall, slender figure upright.
Shao Wenxing suddenly spoke up: “Xiucheng.”
Jiang Xiucheng stopped slightly in his tracks, casting a questioning glance over his shoulder.
Shao Wenxing paused. “Nothing. Just suddenly a bit curious, do you really think you and Sang Li can make it to the end?”
Every single room on the top floor of the Jiang Group headquarters office building featured massive floor-to-ceiling windows facing mountains and water, offering stellar lighting and scenery alike.
Thus, Shao Wenxing clearly witnessed Jiang Xiucheng’s expression undergo a sudden, drastic upheaval. He looked like a beast wearing a human skin momentarily baring its ferocious nature, before reverting back to a human appearance in the blink of an eye.
“Wenxing, we have a good relationship, but I do not like hearing that sentence.”
With his slender fingers spinning his car keys twice, Jiang Xiucheng gripped them tightly in his palm like holding a bird that could never fly out of its cage. “Do not say it again in the future.”
At the exact same time.
Inside a doctoral supervisor’s office at the finest university in H City.
A graduate student whose complexion resembled a vegetable as he handed his doctoral thesis to Ji Boting opened his death-defying eyes slightly, realizing that the expected critique had not arrived. Instead, Ji Boting was staring at a message on his phone.
Heavens have eyes! How could there possibly be a message in this world that could captivate Professor Ji like this?
The doctoral student swore he was not doing it on purpose; he was simply curious. He was curious, and curiously glanced over. Just a single glance, and instantly his entire worldview shattered into pieces.
The text message read:
“Sorry to bother you. I am Sang Li. I am very cute, as you know too. If my husband does not want me anymore, can you be my second husband?”