radicalducati Chapter 33 Young Master Zhao: Qingge, this gigolo doesn't deserve you.
Chapter 33 Young Master Zhao: Qingge, this gigolo doesn't deserve you.
A check for 300 million yuan floated lightly onto the bamboo table.
The string of zeros on it was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
The surrounding villagers were dumbfounded.
They've farmed all their lives and never seen so much money.
Director Yan Min swallowed hard. His professional instincts told him to yell "Cut!", but this was a live broadcast, and the plot was... a hundred times more exciting than the script!
Zhao Tai was very satisfied with the shocking effect brought about by this "money-paved the way".
He straightened his cuffs and glanced at Lin Zhou with disdain, as if looking at a lump of mud that couldn't be plastered on a wall.
"Qingge, you saw it too."
Zhao Tai pointed at Lin Zhou, his tone filled with a pained yet smug sense of superiority:
"Is it worth incurring a 300 million yuan breach of contract penalty and suffering in this godforsaken place for such a good-for-nothing?"
What can he give you?
"Besides washing your feet and cooking you a few meals that taste like pig swill, what else can he do?"
"He even uses your supplementary credit card to buy you a bag, and the house he lives in is in your name!"
Zhao Tai became increasingly agitated as he spoke, as if he were the wronged first wife:
"A man who lives off a woman to the core doesn't deserve you at all! He's a vampire; he'll ruin you sooner or later!"
The live stream chat exploded instantly.
Although Zhao Tai was pretentious, his words... were truly hurtful.
"To be honest, although it's harsh to say, it's the truth."
"Lin Zhou is indeed penniless and powerless, and relies entirely on his wife for support."
"That's reality. What's love compared to 300 million?"
"Although Young Master Zhao is greasy, he's really willing to spend money!"
Lin Zhou sat in the chair, still looking as lazy and spineless as ever.
He even reached out and picked up the check, held it up to the sun, and marveled at it.
"Oh my, a cash check? Young Master Zhao is so generous."
"but……"
Lin Zhou abruptly changed the subject, casually tossing the check back onto the table as if it were a scrap of paper:
"This money is for Director Yan's breach of contract penalty, not for me. Go throw money at the director, why are you showing off like this?"
"you--!"
Zhao Tai was so choked up that his face turned ashen.
This gigolo has absolutely no sense of shame.
Su Qingge had been observing coldly all along, but finally spoke up at this moment.
She didn't glance at the check, but instead raised her head, her gaze calmly fixed on Zhao Tai, her voice as cold as water:
"Are you done talking?"
"Qingge..."
"Please leave now that you've finished speaking."
Su Qingge pointed towards the village entrance, her tone completely flat, as if she were shooing away an insignificant salesman:
"First, I can afford to pay off these three hundred million; I don't need you to act like a big spender."
"Secondly, recording the show is my job. Where I stay and what I eat are my own choices, and it has nothing to do with you."
"third……"
Su Qingge paused, then took a step closer to Lin Zhou, a gesture that was clearly protective:
Whether he is good enough for me or not is my decision, not yours.
"This is my family matter, and it's none of an outsider's business to interfere."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
This time, the diva fiercely protects her husband!
The mask of deep affection on Zhao Tai's face finally crumbled, shattering into pieces in an instant.
He stared at Su Qingge in disbelief, as if he were seeing this woman for the first time.
"Outsider? You're calling me an outsider?"
Zhao Tai's voice turned shrill, and the veins on his forehead bulged. The shame and anger of being rejected made him completely lose his composure.
"I chased you to this remote, impoverished place, I could casually throw away 300 million for you! And you're kicking me out for some good-for-nothing?"
"Su Qingge! Have you been brainwashed by him? Or...?"
Zhao Tai's eyes turned sinister, his gaze sweeping lewdly over Su Qingge before he sneered:
"Or is it that this kid's good in bed and made you feel good?"
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound.
Before Su Qingge could even make a move, the half peanut in Lin Zhou's hand had already flown out and accurately hit Zhao Tai on the forehead.
"Watch your mouth."
Lin Zhou stood up, his smile completely gone, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead man. "I told you before, you have to brush your teeth before you go out."
"You dare hit me?!"
Zhao Tai covered his forehead, feeling utterly humiliated.
He completely abandoned the pretense, strode forward, and reached out to grab Su Qingge's arm:
"Come with me! You have to come with me today! I'm doing this for your own good! You can't keep going down this path of depravity with this good-for-nothing!"
His movements were rough and hasty, completely lacking the gentlemanly demeanor he had displayed moments before.
Su Qingge was startled and instinctively stepped back.
"Are you crazy? Let go!"
"I won't let you go! Qingge, you're confused now, you'll understand when you come with me!"
With red eyes, Zhao Tai lunged forward like a madman, his hand, adorned with a gold watch, about to grab Su Qingge's shoulder.
At this critical moment.
A dark figure suddenly appeared like lightning.
There was no unnecessary talk, and no fancy moves.
Only one long, powerful hand, steady and like an iron clamp, gripped Zhao Tai's wrist tightly.
"Snapped!"
This sound was even louder than the sound of a peanut hitting someone's forehead earlier.
Zhao Tai's hand hovered in mid-air, only centimeters away from Su Qingge, but he could no longer move forward even an inch.
He felt as if his wrist was being clamped by hydraulic shears, and his bones were about to shatter.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
Zhao Tai's face contorted in pain, and he instinctively tried to break free, only to find that the other person's strength was astonishing, almost like a mountain.
Lin Zhou stood in front of Su Qingge, protecting her tightly behind him.
He was half a head taller than Zhao Tai, and now he looked down at him from his superior position. His usual playful eyes were gone, replaced by a chilling ferocity.
"You dare to lay a hand on my wife right in front of me?"
Lin Zhou's voice was very soft, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"Young Master Zhao, do you not want your hands anymore?"
After saying that, he suddenly flicked his wrist.
"roll!"
Zhao Tai was thrown back several steps by the immense force, almost falling to the ground.
In front of so many cameras, in front of his goddess, he was thrown out like trash by a well-known "gold digger".
This humiliation was worse than death!
"Lin Zhou!!"
Zhao Tai steadied himself, rubbing his throbbing wrist, his eyes blazing with fury.
He had practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for several years since he was a child and believed that he was more than capable of dealing with a pretty boy like Lin Zhou.
That was definitely due to his carelessness!
"You piece of trash who lives off a woman! You don't know what's good for you, do you?"
Zhao Tai roared, throwing all notions of manners and image to the winds.
He clenched his fist tightly, pushed off with his feet, and like an enraged bull, swung it fiercely toward Lin Zhou's face!
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"