The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Lu Zheng grunted, his face flushed with anger. He was already frustrated by the "delicious food" that had been in his mouth, and now he had been betrayed and stomped on. He was furious and grabbed her neck, biting down hard on her delicate, fair skin.

"Ah—!" Suwen screamed, clutching her neck and accusingly shouting, "You...you, you, you...you're a dog!"

She hissed and gasped in pain, and only then did Lu Zheng straighten his clothes with satisfaction and leave in a cheerful mood.

It turned out that the "Snowfield Racing God" invited by the Yan family was dissatisfied with his loss, blaming it on bad weather and unfair track conditions, and insisted on a rematch. Lu Zheng was in a good mood and agreed without hesitation, setting a date for the next day.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Suwen slipped out of the bar and took a taxi back to her dorm. The dorm lights were already off at this hour, and Suwen, afraid of waking her roommates, didn't dare turn them on. The bathroom was pitch black, so she used her phone's light to look down at her collar and saw a deep bite mark, blood seeping out.

Damn, this man is ruthless.

Thinking about how he teased me today, he was clearly much more skilled than last time. In the past month, I wondered how much "practical experience" he had gained; just thinking about it made my teeth ache.

The next day, Suwen went to the Xueyuan Road racetrack again.

The Snowfield Road was particularly lively today. The Yan family had come in large numbers to show their support, and Lu Zheng's side also had many admirers and followers. The two groups lined up in a row, clearly divided, and the atmosphere was already tense even before the competition started.

At the starting point, there were only two cars. The blue one was the one Suwen had ridden in yesterday; it belonged to Lu Zheng. The red one, modified to look like a cockscomb flower, belonged to the Yan family's "Snowfield Car God." All the other groups kept their distance today, watching from the sidelines.

Before the race started, the "Snowfield Racing God" was embracing a beautiful woman in a tight black leather jacket, acting like he was on steroids, constantly pinching her buttocks with his large hands, making her giggle. Lu Zheng, on the other hand, remained expressionless, sitting on the hood of his car, letting the women fight tooth and nail for him.

After all, it was a "battle of the century," and being able to witness the victory or defeat alongside the heroes would be an honor for one's own face.

Nie Suwen snapped her fingers, sat down, and spread out her fair hand: "Could I borrow a light?"

Lu Zheng turned his head and glanced at her: "You smoke?"

She remained noncommittal, her slender fingertips tracing across his chest, using only her index and middle fingers to pull the lighter from his pocket. Finally, she deliberately lingered on his chest for a moment, drawing a circle around it.

"You little vixen." He grumbled, but before he knew it, she snatched the cigarette from his mouth, put it in her mouth, and made him choke and wince.

"What? It smells awful. This isn't a cigarette, it's more like stinky smoke." She shook her head, threw the cigarette on the ground, and stomped on it twice to vent her anger.

"Tch," he couldn't help but laugh, "It smells awful and you still smoke, you little brat. Don't you get carsick? Why are you here again today?"

She helplessly spread her hands: "There's nothing I can do, I'm really short of money."

Yesterday, in a fit of anger, he slipped her some money. Although he didn't count it, it was two or three thousand yuan. Was she short of money so soon? He secretly wondered if her family was having difficulties, so she was forced to come out and earn money.

It's no wonder Lu Zheng thought that way, because Su Wen looked so "respectable"—that clean little face, those pure, deer-like eyes. Even if she stood naked in front of you, you wouldn't want to believe she was actually a prostitute.

Thinking this, his gaze softened considerably, and he said from the bottom of his heart, "If you urgently need money, I can lend it to you."

Su Wen stood there stunned for two or three seconds, then suddenly stood up straight in front of him. He thought she was about to cry from being moved, and was about to say something to comfort her, but then he saw that the smile on her face was getting more and more obvious, more and more exaggerated, and more and more... infuriating.

"Really? Then lend me 20,000 to spend." She shamelessly stretched out her hand.

He was furious, slapped away her tickling little hand, and coldly shouted, "Get in the car!"

That day, Nie Suwen strongly suspected that Lu Zheng had also been injected with adrenaline! The way he was racing, all that talk about "Snowfield Racing God," high-speed racing, go-karting... it was all just fluff! She felt like she was floating on top of the clouds herself!

Lu Zheng wasn't satisfied. With a cold, stern face, as if someone owed him tens of thousands of yuan, he swerved left and right and drifted back and forth on the empty road, driving the car like a flying saucer.

Suwen gripped the roof of the car tightly with her small hands, her face pale, and asked him, "No one's cutting you off... Do you have to drive like that?" That "Snowfield Car God" is long gone.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zheng elegantly turned his neck, casting a captivating glare at her. Su Wen instinctively clutched her chest; in that instant, a powerful awareness surged within her—

Damn it, I'm going to die!

On this winding track, the only person who could drive at 280 km/h and still manage to steal a glance and flirt is probably Lu Zheng. And anyone who survives under these circumstances is a damn fool to go to the temple to burn incense tomorrow!

In that life-or-death moment, Nie Suwen unleashed every curse she had ever heard in her life, cursing Lu Zheng and his ancestors for eighteen generations. Even after the car came to a smooth stop at the finish line, she was still in a state of extreme frenzy, pointing tremblingly at the man beside her: "Lu Zheng! I'll fuck your grandpa!"

When Lu Zheng got out of the car, he saw Nie Suwen's face turn pale and then red, and the smile on her lips was incredibly irritating.

Champagne, flowers, everyone was celebrating, but Suwen, clutching her heart, stepped out of the car with her legs as soft as cotton.

This time, Lu Zheng didn't throw money around like he always did. Instead, he gave all 50,000 yuan of gambling winnings directly to Su Wen.

Her heart was still pounding when she felt an added weight in her arms. She looked up in surprise, but Lu Zheng had already turned away to toast with a group of people. She just stared blankly at his back.

After returning to school, Suwen immediately sent 20,000 yuan back to her maternal grandmother's hometown, paid off the debt her mother had borrowed from her uncle, and deposited the tuition and accommodation fees. She then opened a separate savings account for the remaining 24,000 yuan and put it in an empty biscuit tin. Before going to bed, she felt uneasy, so she got up, took out the savings account, and after thinking it over, decided to buy a lockable jewelry box to secure it properly.

Having solved the tuition problem, she still went to Xueyuan Road with Zhou Qian and the others every time. No one would complain about having too much money, especially since Nie Suwen had her own reasons. She always rode in Lu Zheng's car, and Zhou Qian patted her shoulder enviously: "You're so lucky, he took a liking to you as soon as you arrived. That kid surnamed Lu keeps winning, and everyone is recruiting drivers, trying to find ways to beat him, but from what I've observed, it's impossible for him to do so in the short term."

Zhou Qian also found a regular car owner, a tall, thin man with tanned skin and narrow eyes. When he lost, he would always squint his eyes into slits in resentment, exuding a dangerous aura. Su Wen had witnessed him angrily slap Zhou Qian after a race once.

Suwen asked her, "Are there different factions in this racing?"

At this point, Zhou Yu became excited: "Don't you know the two leading families in the city? The Jiang family in the south of the city and the Yan family in the west. Basically, all the racers here are drivers raised by the young masters of these two families. It's not just about winning or losing on the surface, but also about competing against each other behind the scenes. And then Lu Zheng suddenly barged in, and both families are secretly investigating his background."

Su Wen nodded, and Zhou Qian suddenly covered her mouth with her hand and whispered in her ear, "Besides racing, do you two also have... that, um... relationship?" She hummed in a sweet, coquettish tone, her voice turning in a gentle, roundabout way. Su Wen immediately blushed and honestly replied, "We knew each other before."

Zhou Qian clapped her hands loudly: "I knew it—"

Su Wen tilted her head: What does she know? She doesn't even know herself. What exactly is her relationship with Lu Zheng...?

Back then, she would go to the Xueyuan Road racetrack to find him as soon as class was over. His passenger seat had become her exclusive spot. Even if she couldn't come, she wouldn't allow any other girl to sit there.

She said, "I'm a very stingy person. One is enough for a lifetime."

He didn't seem to care: "You're going to live your whole life, do you think you can keep this position forever?"

She didn't say anything, but sat next to him with her legs crossed, looking smug.

Lu Zheng kept winning, and he gave her most of his prize money. When he was in a good mood, he would take her to bars. Su Wen didn't like the environment there; it was too noisy, and she didn't drink. Everyone stared at her and Lu Zheng with lewd looks, and people would call her "sister-in-law," which she found uncomfortable. Sometimes they would tease her, clamoring for Lu Zheng to drink a toast with her, but he always just laughed it off. After they partied late, he would drive her back to school.

On one occasion, on her way back to school, she casually mentioned to him that her roommates often complained that she always came back late at night, smelling of alcohol.

Lu Zheng's hands were on the steering wheel, his dark eyes fixed intently on the road ahead. He said, seemingly casually, "Then you can move in with me."

"Ah..." She was just complaining casually, and was a little confused about his suggestion.

Moving in... the so-called... cohabitation?

"Don't you love money the most? This will also save you some money on accommodation." He turned a corner and the car came to a sudden stop at the school gate.

That guy's words are really rude. She glared at him and got out of the car angrily: "I'll think about it."

Lu Zheng's apartment was in a bustling area of ​​the city center. She had visited it once; it was a very simple studio apartment, with some old furniture and moldy wooden floors. The only television was a 21-inch model.

She asked curiously, "Where did you spend all the money you made from speeding?"

Logically speaking, someone who spends money like water shouldn't live in such a shabby place, right?

Lu Zheng, with a cold face, pointed to her pockets: "You should know best where they went."