The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Stunned, it took her a while to come to her senses. Suwen was already almost at the door, so she quickly followed and said, "I'll see you off."

As soon as the door to the private room closed, the man in the beige cashmere coat stood up from the sofa.

Lu Zheng squeezed the car keys in his hand: "You guys have fun first, I have to go take care of something." As soon as he finished speaking, he had already slipped out the door.

"Tsk tsk, handling things..." Xiao Rong whistled loudly behind him, "Young Master Lu, take it easy!"

The empty parking lot was cool with the night breeze. Su Wen had just slid into the car when she saw Lu Zheng, who was chasing after her in a fit of rage, in the rearview mirror. He was driving an Aston Martin 8 and was jumping into the car in a panic.

What's meant to happen will happen; it seems there's no escaping it tonight. So, with a quick glance, she gave him a captivating, alluring look: "How about I drive?"

Completely captivated, she obediently climbed into the passenger seat.

Su Wen fastened her seatbelt, started the engine, released the handbrake, pressed the clutch, and then accelerated. Lu Zheng, let's see what happens next!

Two sports cars drove out of the garage one after the other. Nighttime adorned the city with another luxurious cloak, but beneath that cloak lay the unchanging sin and extravagance.

A black sports car sped along the wide road, narrowly missing each car in front of it, while curses rang out from the windows. Before the drivers could even recover from the shock, a white Aston Martin whizzed past, its screeching brakes piercing the night air.

He was already completely dazed, staring at her with a pale face: "Are you crazy?"

Suwen gripped the steering wheel tightly, glanced at the sports car following closely in the rearview mirror, and smiled slightly: "They're keeping up pretty well."

He floored the accelerator, swerved sharply, and the tires screeched against the pavement. In an instant, white smoke billowed from beneath the wheels as he abruptly cut across the busy elevated highway!

The screams assaulted his eardrums, and he had already grabbed the car door and closed his eyes! The white 8 was still speeding along, the two cars were only twenty meters apart, and they were both going at least 200 miles per hour. It was not something that could be stopped at a moment's notice!

She was a desperate person to begin with, and to deal with a madman, you had to be even madder than him.

With a muffled thud from the rear of the car, both men staggered, clutching their heads and screaming as if facing death. Su Wen, however, calmed down and got out of the car to check. It turned out that they had only grazed the rear of the car. At the last second, Lu Zheng swerved the steering wheel, and the two cars narrowly missed each other.

Passing vehicles glanced at the traffic accident, thankfully it was nighttime, otherwise it would have caused a major traffic jam on the road.

Lu Zheng climbed out of his car and shouted from afar, "Nie, Su, Wen! You crazy woman!"

"Likewise." She crossed her arms, amused by the man's stomping. Their statuses were different now, and it was rare to find such a relaxed atmosphere for conversation.

"If I had known you were some kind of Young Master Lu, I should have squeezed more money out of you back then," she said with a sigh.

Lu Zheng smiled deeply: "It's not too late to regret it now. You know that the door to my bedroom is always open to you, Su Su."

Pah, you lewd man!

At this moment, the person in the car finally calmed down, leaned out of the window, glared at the two of them, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

Suwen, who was leaning against the car, almost fell to the ground due to the inertia. Lu Zheng helped her up, and she looked up, rolled her eyes, and muttered to herself, "How rude of him to leave a lady on the road like that."

Lu Zheng smiled and gentlemanly opened the car door: "Then, Miss Nie, how about having this gentleman in front of you take you home?"

She shrugged helplessly and slid into the car. Poor Lu Zheng's car was also badly damaged; the hood was dented. If they didn't leave soon, the traffic police would probably come looking for trouble. As for whether the traffic police would come knocking on their door afterward, that wasn't her concern.

Once in the car, Lu Zheng didn't say much. He asked for the address and then drove in silence. He knew she wouldn't tell him the real address, and he didn't want to press her. If she didn't want to tell him, didn't he have any other way to get his hands on her?

As soon as the car was turned off, the streetlights cast a reflection on Su Wen's slightly dazed profile, and the inexplicable hatred in Lu Zheng's heart amplified.

With her delicate nose, slender chin, and slightly pale complexion, she still sat in the same spot, to his right. In the countless crazy nights that had sped by, she had always sat here, as if she had never left.

As the night grew brighter, he found it hard to distinguish between reality and memories. Everything seemed so boundless and unpredictable, yet Lu Zheng remembered clearly the enchanting dance she had performed amidst the deafening music in the bar that year.

Nie Suwen first met Lu Zheng at the newly opened, chaotic bar near the back gate of the university.

The upperclassmen who had been there always described how exciting and thrilling it was. She wasn't interested; she'd only heard that alcohol could drown sorrows and numb the nerves.

The pain in her heart needs to be numbed.

It was her first time in a bar. Under the hazy lights, a chaotic scene unfolded, a veritable feast for the eyes of demons and monsters. The heavy bass of rock music resonated in her heart, finally bringing some relief to her suffocating soul.

She wiped away her tears, pulled out all the money from her pocket, and slammed it on the bar: "A drink! Give me a drink!"

The bartender with dyed yellow hair could tell at a glance that it was her first time in a place like this. He raised an eyebrow, fiddled with the cocktail shaker in his hand, and in an instant, a glass of colorful liquid was on his hand.

"Please enjoy, beautiful lady."

Nie Suwen was dressed elegantly, but her drinking manners were extremely rude. She grabbed the triangular glass and downed it without saying a word.

A burning, spicy sensation irritated her throat, making the tears she had finally managed to stop welling up again.

"Give me another cup." In the dim and hazy light, the light in her eyes was already somewhat blurred, and if you looked closely, you could also see the lingering finger marks on her slightly swollen cheeks.

The bartender quickly prepared a whole row of colorful drinks. Suwen chuckled and found it novel, trying a sip of each flavor.

The bartender frowned secretly. The young girl clearly couldn't drink, and mixing drinks like this would make her get drunk even more easily.

The lead dancer on stage enthusiastically encouraged Suwen, who was flushed from drinking. She pulled at her collar and squeezed into the dance floor.

The movement of her body relieved the heat, and the strong rhythm seemed to be pounding her blood, making her instinctively move her hands and feet, dancing wilder and wilder. She had been learning ballet since she was a child. Her mother said that girls should be able to sing and dance, so she enrolled her in piano, dance, violin and all kinds of training classes from kindergarten. Her father, on the other hand, said with a smile, "If you raise your daughter like this, she will grow up to be an artistic young woman just like you."

The rotating lights made her even more dizzy, and in her daze, she saw her mother's tearful eyes again.

"How could your dad do this? He secretly bought a house in the Third Ring Road area and is moving in with his mistress. They've been together for over ten years, and their daughter is already in the second year of junior high..."

Haha, in the second year of junior high... In the second year of junior high, she was busy going from one training class to another every day, unaware that at this time, another little girl was sitting on her father's lap, innocently calling him "Dad".

"How could you be so foolish? You're a bureau chief, and you're so old, how could you make such a mistake?"

"Susu, you don't understand adult matters."

"I don't understand? I don't understand why my mother married you when you were penniless and just a lowly clerk! I don't understand why a high-ranking official like you would dare to take such a risk! I don't understand if you're not afraid that one day your deeds will be exposed and you'll end up in jail?"

"Your daughter won't sue you, will she?"

"Susu! Don't do anything foolish!"

“Susu, don’t be silly. Who would sue their own father? What man doesn’t have one or two women outside? I’ve accepted it all. Nie Yuan, I just beg you not to divorce me. I’ve turned a blind eye for over ten years, and it’s not like I’ll be any different if I continue living together…”

"Mom, don't embarrass yourself..."

"Sister, that's not how it works. A-Yuan wants to immigrate to the United States with me and our daughter. How can he not divorce you?"

"Shut up! This is none of your business! Nie Yuan, don't think you can get away with this vixen! I'm definitely going to sue you!"

Snapped--

The crisp sound of a slap shattered the illusion, abruptly ending the nightmare. The jarring dance music continued, and a man whistled as he approached her, engaging in a close, intimate dance. She smiled, but the movement immediately pulled at her swollen cheek, sending a sharp pain through her.

Her mother pulled her back forcefully: "Don't be silly, who tells on their own father..."

Is he still her father? At this moment, the man who gave her half of his flesh and blood coldly watched as the arrogant mistress slapped her.

No, right now, the person in front of her is a stranger, a stranger who has betrayed his marriage and his family!

The mother continued to plead: "Either...or you leave the house to me, and give us, mother and daughter, five thousand yuan a month. You can live with her however you want, I won't interfere..."

"Forget about it, I won't give you a single penny!"

Suwen abruptly broke free from her mother and slapped the cold-hearted man across the face. This slap was a declaration of severing all ties with the man who had cherished and raised her for eighteen years!

But before she could retract her hand, two crisp "slap" sounds rang out, one from the left and one from the right. They weren't the mistress, but rather her own father and mother.

Her mother grabbed her ear, pointed at her, and yelled, "What's wrong with you? You even dare to hit your father? I've raised you for nothing..."

My head felt like it was going to explode, torn to pieces, and I was in excruciating pain.

On the dance floor, the man lewdly pressed closer and closer to her. Her head was throbbing with pain, and with a sudden burst of strength, she swung her arm and hit the man's nose. He cried out in pain, clutching his face. Taking advantage of the moment, Suwen slipped into the crowd and disappeared like a fish.