Let's Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 130: Dispel the Evil Spirit (28)
Interacting with Chuzheng didn’t feel as cold as before, and Xia Han, of course, felt better, pinning Chuzheng down on the bed and showering her with kisses.

Although it wasn’t as cold, it still wasn’t the same as a normal person’s body temperature.

“Stop fooling around,” Chuzheng pulled away from him.

Xia Han embraced her, “Little Beauty, did you get something from Tan Minghao?”

She had disappeared for a while when she left last.

Plus, Tan Minghao had impregnated Yao Wei with a spirit child but Yao Wei didn’t notice, it wasn’t hard to guess when putting two and two together.

Chuzheng didn’t deny it, just hummed indifferently.

Xia Han’s eyes brightened slightly as he leaned in closer, “So, does that mean we can…”

“What?” Chuzheng didn’t catch the last few words he said.

Xia Han moved closer to Chuzheng’s ear.

Chuzheng tilted her head, “You like it?”

Xia Han: “…”

Whether he liked it or not, how could Xia Han articulate that?

It was just a natural reaction…

Chuzheng was a bit worried, she didn’t really know how!

Chuzheng kept a cold face and remained silent for a while, feeling that such a useless act was a waste of time, but she still said, “Next time.”

She might as well search on the internet… that should be sufficient.

Xia Han didn’t have much hope in the first place, but Chuzheng didn’t oppose and even gave a promise, which thrilled Xia Han enormously.

They played around for quite a while before going to sleep.

After making sure Xia Han was covered with the blanket, Chuzheng floated over to stand by the window.

The light from her cellphone reflected on the glass, flickering on and off.

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Xia Han noticed that ever since that day, Chuzheng had been looking at her phone frequently, but every time he approached, she would turn it off.

Yao Wei came over twice, and even introduced a business deal to Xia Han.

Chuzheng bought a bunch of props for Xia Han, telling him to just go and smash things up as needed.

Xia Han was somewhat shocked, but having experienced it twice already, he quickly calmed down.

With Yao Wei’s purposeful introductions and Chuzheng’s unconditional supply of squandering props, Xia Han’s reputation grew rapidly.

He didn’t need Yao Wei’s introduction anymore; people started seeking him out on their own.

However, aside from catching ghosts — no, smashing ghosts — he wasn’t good at anything else, and the scope of his business was limited, so he wasn’t too busy.

Chuzheng received a message from the Taoist that Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue had moved.

The house, which he had found with great difficulty, had not made the news, but it had extremely bad feng shui and was frequently visited by minor spirits — a perfect place.

Murong Yi had been having a rough time lately, and the Taoist had helped him a lot.

As a result, he now had an immense trust in the Taoist.

Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue had not seen Chuzheng recently and believed it was all thanks to the Taoist’s efforts.

When they first moved into the new house, Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue felt that things were indeed improving.

Murong Yi found a new job, incomparable to the previous one, but not too bad either.

Both thought their days were about to get better.

But then Tang Yiyue noticed Murong Yi coming home later and later.

Murong Yi said it was because of the new job, which required a lot of socializing.

At first, Murong Yi really was out socializing.

But as time went on, Tang Yiyue noticed that not only was Murong Yi returning late, he also carried a strange fragrance on him.

Latterly, Murong Yi stopped coming home altogether.

Tang Yiyue confronted Murong Yi, and he insisted that he was out for work-related social events.

Without evidence, Tang Yiyue’s accusations that Murong Yi was up to no good outside were futile.

If Murong Yi could abandon his former partner and be seduced by Tang Yiyue, it stood to reason that he could be seduced by someone else.

As a woman, Tang Yiyue’s intuition was very accurate.

Murong Yi indeed had someone else outside.

And this person was none other than a friend of Tang Yiyue.

Tang Yiyue squatted for more than half a month, catching the couple in the act.

She didn’t confront them right away but waited for Murong Yi to leave before she showed up.

“Yiyue?”

Slap—

Tang Yiyue landed a slap across the woman’s face, “Have you no shame? I considered you a friend, yet you seduced my husband!”

The woman’s mouth oozed a trace of blood from the slap.

She wiped the corner of her mouth and let out a low chuckle, “Tang Yiyue, if we’re talking about shamelessness, I can’t compare to you. Wasn’t Murong Yi someone you snatched from Qiao Chuzheng? What right do you have to accuse me of being shameless?”

Tang Yiyue’s face changed dramatically.

The woman sneered coldly, “Everyone thinks you two got together only after Qiao Chuzheng left. Having been friends with you for so many years, how could I not know? I think Qiao Chuzheng left because she found out what you and Murong Yi were up to.”

“Shut your mouth!” Tang Yiyue snapped fiercely.

“What you do not want known, do not do,” the woman said eerily.

Tang Yiyue wanted to hit her again, but her eyes suddenly fell upon something behind the woman, and she let out a sharp scream, tumbling to the ground.

The woman glanced at her inexplicably, uttered a few sarcastic words, then slammed the door with a bang.

Tang Yiyue was so frightened she felt like she had lost half her soul and scrambled home in disarray.

One thing after another went wrong on the way back; she either got splashed with foot-washing water or encountered someone trying to scam her. The journey of just a few minutes took Tang Yiyue more than three hours to complete.

Murong Yi came back in the middle of the night.

With disheveled hair and a dirty face, Tang Yiyue stood behind the door, startling Murong Yi.

“Yiyue, what are you doing?”

“What did you do today?”

“Didn’t I tell you, I had an engagement…”

“An engagement? You went to someone else’s bed for your engagement?!” Tang Yiyue suddenly lost control, lunging at Murong Yi, scratching and clawing at him.

“Are you crazy!”

Murong Yi pushed Tang Yiyue away.

“I’m crazy? Yes, I’m crazy!” Tang Yiyue threw herself at him once more, screaming and ranting like a madwoman.

Murong Yi didn’t want to resort to violence against Tang Yiyue, but her relentless attacks left him no choice.

Murong Yi, who could cheat on the original partner with Tang Yiyue, was now cheating on Tang Yiyue with someone else.

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

For some time afterward, Murong Yi stopped coming home.

Tang Yiyue tried to block him and make a scene every time, ending up embarrassed.

Murong Yi proposed divorce, but of course, Tang Yiyue refused, adamant about not leaving him.

Murong Yi moved out in response, and seeing this, Tang Yiyue began to plead with him, promising not to make trouble anymore.

However, after several months of turmoil, Tang Yiyue was no longer the radiant woman she once was.

Compared to Murong Yi’s new love, he clearly preferred the new one.

No matter how much Tang Yiyue cried, made a scene, or even threatened to hang herself, Murong Yi refused to come back.

Just then, after Murong Yi had moved out, the job that had been going well started to see trouble.

He was first framed for leaking company secrets.

After finally clearing things up, he faced another challenge when the company’s upper management brought in a replacement and he was dismissed.

Drowning his sorrows in alcohol, he fell victim to a scam and was extorted for a lot of money. Afraid to go to the police, he lived in misery.

Even the Taoist trembled a bit while reporting to Little Beauty.

“My lady, is what you’re doing really okay?”

“What have I done?” Chuzheng countered.

The Taoist: “…”

How can you deny it with such confidence?

All these things are clearly your doing behind the scenes!

“You’re the one who handled it,” Chuzheng reminded, “How is it related to me?”

The Taoist exclaimed, “My lady, please don’t burn bridges after crossing!”

“Don’t talk nonsense, and I won’t talk nonsense,” she replied.

The Taoist nodded hastily, “I won’t talk, I know nothing at all, nothing at all.”