Every time my chaebol wife goes to Feiston to find her best friend, she will give me a luxury supercar as compensation. In the three years since my marriage, I have filled 96 supercars in my garage. That means she betrayed me 96 times. When I signed for the car keys she couriered to me again, there were bed photos and provocations from my best friend in the mailbox. The next second, there was a red dot at the top of my WeChat account. "I'm busy on a business trip these days. You can make your own decision about the car race." I replied, no entanglement, and took the initiative to give up my racing team leader's qualification to her sweetheart in the afternoon. My wife said that I had a hint and rewarded me for organizing the wedding in advance. But at the wedding banquet, the bamboo horse regretted it and climbed up to the top floor to commit suicide: "Afei, please don't marry him! Okay?" My wife, who had always been calm and composed, was confused at this moment, and she sadly begged me to save her bamboo horse. The people watching the ceremony were whispering, waiting for me to cause a scene, but I rescued the bamboo horse and calmly said that the groom was his. My wife breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing how tolerant and generous I was, her eyes turned red for a moment: "I swear, Aye, this is the last time I have wronged you. I will make it public to you when the ceremony is over." But she seemed to have forgotten that this was the 96th time she had hurt me. We're about to say goodbye.
