Wen Zheng: "...How would I know?"
So, they're together now?
"Ask again later. I've changed the route. You come out first and head east. There's a house with a red roof."
Following the instructions, Bei Sining walked out, her gossip-loving nature undiminished: "Did you forget something? You just said the head guard rejected the head maid. How did he reject her? Tell me..."
As soon as Bei Sining stepped outside the restroom, she was suddenly surrounded by a group of women. The one in the lead, wearing a leopard-print miniskirt, immediately said, "Husband!"
"!" Bei Sining was shocked, her hair practically standing on end, and she took a step back abruptly: "Who are you?"
The strange woman was also startled. Seeing that no one came out from behind, she angrily said, "What are you doing here? Where's the short-haired one? What are you doing in the men's restroom?"
"..." Bei Sining was furious: "Am I supposed to go to the women's room if I don't go to the men's room?!"
***
The plan to surround and intercept him by his eight wives failed again, and they huddled together listlessly.
“The long-haired guy was always with the target, so we just followed him,” the older woman said. “We’ll eventually catch up with him.”
The girl in the school uniform cried: "My makeup is ruined, and I'm so hungry, I've already finished digesting the steamed bun..."
The baseball jersey patted her shoulder wearily: "Hang in there, we'll definitely win. Think about the money, it's five hundred dollars!"
The group nodded sadly, clinging to this thought as the only way to endure the torment; otherwise, they would have run away long ago.
With a composed attitude and a clear mind, they thought they were following the long-haired man unnoticed.
This time, everything went smoothly. The long-haired man found the red-roofed house, and soon after, the target arrived there as well. The two spoke to each other, but the eight wives couldn't hear them.
The leopard-print lady said, "Victory is just around the corner. We can't panic. Let's wait a little longer. The cameraman doesn't seem to be here, and there's no one around. We can't create the sensation we expect."
"Eldest sister is right." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Unbeknownst to them, the target and his friends were talking about them.
Bei Sining: "There are a few mentally challenged women who keep following me."
"Hmm?" Wen Zheng was about to meet up with the paparazzi when he heard this, so he took a detour and led him to the security booth: "They're probably the crazy female fans who saw your face when you were handing out flyers before. Don't be afraid, I'll help you shake them off."
In the evening, the amusement park was not as crowded as during the day, and the sunset was golden-orange, giving the two of them a beautiful orange edge.
As they walked, Bei Sining kept asking about what had happened before, so Wen Zheng organized his thoughts and gave a brief explanation.
“Deng Puyue has two older brothers who are several years older than him. His family is well-off. He is the youngest and has a sweet tongue,” Wen Zheng said. “I have never asked him about his studies. It seems that he dropped out of college and started doing live streaming. He started by making small games and then switched to holographic content. At first, he was criticized for his poor skills, but later he focused on entertainment and was accepted.”
Bei Si Ning listened quietly.
“Bai Shuang… is my former colleague.” Wen Zheng blurred the information, paused, and said, “After he left the company, he had more than a dozen boyfriends and girlfriends, and I couldn’t recognize them all. He also broke up with them very quickly.”
Bei Sining wore a complicated expression and didn't offer any further comment.
Wen Zheng talked about some other trivial matters, and finally said, "I didn't expect Xiaoyu to persist for so long. Maybe she really likes him."
Love is a luxury; it can stir one's heart and soul.
Wen Zheng admired Deng Puyue's courage, but putting himself in her shoes, he felt he couldn't do it.
Bei Sining, who was standing to the side, seemed to be thinking about something, and her expression gradually hardened. She remained silent for a long time.
"Stop thinking about it." Wen Zheng clapped his hands, pulling him out of his reverie, and looked him into the eyes: "How many flyers did you hand out before?"
"Ha, over five thousand." Bei Sining was drawn out of her thoughts and regained her excitement: "We're going to win."
Wen Zheng glanced at the map: "Let's deal with the tail at the security booth first, then go ahead and meet up with the cameraman."
Bei Sining hummed in agreement, remained silent for a while, and then said in a low voice, "If you're not feeling well, just say so. Go back to sleep."
Wen Zheng felt as if he had been tapped by the tip of a cat's tail. Before he could savor the sensation, he suddenly heard a strange sound.
Did you hear that?
Bei Sining asked in confusion, "What?"
"There's a fight." Wen Zheng's expression suddenly turned cold, and he ran in one direction at full speed.
It's getting closer.
Wen Zheng, through the barrier, could vaguely see the scene at the center of the conflict, and his brows furrowed tightly.
That wasn't a fight; it was a one-sided beating.
There was a mascot bear kneeling in the middle, holding its head in its hands, surrounded by at least seven or eight people who were punching and kicking the bear.
As they drew closer, Wen Zheng's brow twitched—the bear cub that had been beaten had a red bow tie around its neck; this was the bear they had met today.
Why are you fighting here?
Although this flower bed is on the back side of the street, it is very close to the security booth, and separated by a wall from bustling storefronts. Are these people really that brazen?!
"Hey—you guys—"
Wen Zheng's frantic run attracted the attention of passersby, and the photographers waiting nearby quickly recognized him and chased after him with their tripods.
Following behind the camera was Bei Sining, and behind her was a group of brightly dressed women, all of them so tired they were sticking out their tongues, two of them had even taken off their high heels, and they were panting heavily.
"Wait, wait a minute—"
This relay of the century was witnessed by countless passersby, and even just imagining it could conjure up a grand spectacle. Spectators eager to watch the drama quickly joined in, and the team grew even larger.
"What happened?" "I don't know..." "Let's see!" "Poor things, were they catching a thief? Look at those women, their faces are all pale..."
There was a fence and some pebbles or other obstacles between the outer street and the flower bed where the bow-tie bear had been hit. Wen Zheng nimbly stepped over the obstacles and jumped up the adjacent wall in a few leaps.
He circled around the fence, flipped over, and jumped inside in one swift motion.
Wen Zheng appeared out of nowhere, kicking the outermost man to the ground. The "thugs" immediately scattered like bowling pins, tripping and falling one after another. The victory was so swift that the cameraman didn't even have time to set up his camera.
The flower bed is separated from the outer street by a fence, which is not wide and is actually quite hidden.
Onlookers, holding up their phones, peered around, occasionally asking, "Can that fence be opened?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Bei Sining kicked the fence from behind the cameraman, causing it to collapse with a crash and raising a cloud of dust.
Onlookers: "…………"
He raised his phone.
"Don't move! Put your hands on your heads and stand straight with your backs against the wall!"
Wen Zheng's voice wasn't loud, but the crooked radishes that had been planted on the ground were terrified. They no longer dared to have any intention of resisting and scrambled to their feet to stand by the wall.
These people were all wearing silver bracelets. Wen Zheng frowned: "Are you staff members too?"
The group looked at each other, and the one in the middle chuckled awkwardly, "Yeah, yeah, we were just joking with Xiao Yu..."
The little bear, who had been kneeling on the ground, then stood up, and dust fell from its body, which looked very strange.
"No, it's nothing..." he said in a nasal voice, with an indescribable childish tone, "They are my colleagues."
Bei Sining approached at this moment, and Wen Zheng saw him and asked, "Why haven't the security guards come yet?"
"I'll go take a look," he said, and then left.
Wen Zheng then looked at the red-tie bear and said coldly, "Turn off the projector."
The little bear shuddered, paused for a while, realizing it couldn't dodge, and then raised its wrist to press a button.
The author has something to say: Bai Shuang and Xiao Yu were all lovey-dovey, while Ning Ning and Zheng Zheng followed behind, completely bewildered: What? Is this how you date? Oh my god, how scary.
(Second update at 12:10 PM, eight wives come on stage to perform. The silly author waves dove wings excitedly and announces that many people got it right yesterday! The answer will be revealed soon, you are all precious readers, big muah!)
Chapter 55
The boy had milky-white skin and was not tall, almost a head shorter than Wen Zheng, standing at just 1.7 meters.
His thin frame perfectly matched the impression of someone who had been bullied. His exposed arms were covered in shoe prints, some fresh and some old, indicating that this wasn't the first time he had encountered something like this today.
Surprisingly, the boy didn't cry. His eyes were slightly red, but his voice and tone were normal. His nasal tone seemed to be due to a natural, slightly congested breathing pattern.
Overall, he's not a very noticeable person.
"Why did I hit you?" Wen Zheng asked.
"..." The boy seemed unsure what to say and instinctively looked towards the wall. Wen Zheng frowned: "Why are you looking at them? I'm asking you a question."
While scolding the child, before getting any answers, a sweet, cloying shout suddenly rang in my ears.
"husband--"
"..." Wen Zheng was startled and turned around in horror, only to see a group of monsters, each with dark circles under their eyes and covered in sweat, limping towards him.
What should I call him? Old...
"Husband!" The demon, still not satisfied, took a breath and then proclaimed it to the world once more.
After she finished shouting, she stepped aside as if lost in thought. Then, a second monster in a school uniform skirt appeared, panting, "H-Honey! Tell me!... Huff... Huff... Who... Who is she?!"
After that, a third person stepped forward: "You two, vixens, I... what was I again? Oh right, Darling is clearly mine, I want to marry him!"
The fourth woman was putting on her high heels when she was caught off guard and realized it was her turn. She quickly pulled off the heels and started to walk forward, but the shoes she wasn't wearing properly twisted to the side, and she lost her balance and fell to her knees with a cry of pain.
"..." The fourth person, on a sudden inspiration, immediately improvised: "Baby, I'm sorry! We couldn't keep our affair a secret, and your girlfriend found out. Go ahead and whip me, just like every single day and night before—"
Wen Zheng: "…………"
Netizens: Hahahahahahahaha
Bei Sining, who arrived with security guards: "!!!"
If there's a problem, call the police.
Wen Zheng thought expressionlessly.
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Weibo – Open the Star World.
Today's silly post: A bizarre incident occurred at Lecheng Infinite Park. Eight women in a long-term relationship chased after a mysterious man, calling him "husband." The man was completely dumbfounded. Later, the group of women reflected on their actions and claimed they were performing performance art.
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