The Slag Gong Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 08

It would be better to say that them fighting was perfectly in line from what I can observe of them. B had said that the movie was already taken under my husband’s company. With my husband’s character, it should absolutely be impossible for him to shoot this movie for the childhood sweetheart.

Although I don’t know if it was because of his infatuation, or his stupidity.

The movie’s protagonist was the third party. Though, I had portrayed the image of the protagonist as that one that would make people think he was innocent, in the name of true love, he had no choice but to become the third party. But in the end, a paramour was still a paramour. He was still the third party. Considering the relationship between my husband and the childhood sweetheart, especially on how it would affect their future, it was unlikely that he would give the leading role to the childhood sweetheart.

However, that foolish childhood sweetheart would definitely not listen to his advice. He would only think that my husband didn’t love him that much because he was willing to give such a powerful resource to other people. He would even think that my husband was raising a little four!

He was that stupid. I saw it from the way his eyes unabashedly stared at me the last time I went to send off my husband. Although at that time, I didn’t care enough to notice it.

I was happy being some sort of recluse. But unfortunately, they didn’t want me to be a recluse. Well, I can’t be blamed.

These days, my husband’s attitude towards me was unprecedentedly good that he even took me to his friend’s party. I asked him who was there. He gave out a lot of names. When he had said the childhood sweetheart’s name, he paused. Even if it was only a few seconds, I still saw the loneliness in his eyes.

Before we went to the party, I brought a little bit of Drug C to add into my husband’s drinks. By the way, after we arrived at the hotel, I strolled around under the excuse of going to the toilet, and also planted a few bugs in there.

At the party, I, from the start, ate with my head down pretending that I couldn’t see the fiery gaze that the childhood sweetheart was sending at my husband or the malicious eyes of their friends. There was nothing to be angry about. I just thought that they were a bunch of idiots relying on my husband’s help to make their fortune.

Half way into the party, the childhood sweetheart came over to my husband and proposed a toast. They smiled, raised their cups at each other and drank the wine. I then felt my husband was getting restless and he went to the toilet.

Immediately after that, the childhood friend also went out.

I knew that my plan had worked.

It was a long time before they came back with both their faces colored red. By this time, the party was almost over. I saw my husband’s friends proposing him a toast one after another while the childhood sweetheart gave me a flaunting glance and went out.

I knew that he must have convinced my husband to give him the lead role of the movie.

I also knew that my plan had succeeded.