I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 19: Desperate Wife, Desperate Homewrecker Route

He took a deep breath, her forehead now resting gently against his back.

"But I don't want to use you as a way to get revenge... I already crossed the line once. I've been ashamed since."

"So think carefully again."

But instead of loosening, her hold on him only grew stronger—her arms wrapped tighter, pressing herself against his back like she was scared he'd disappear if she didn't.

"I know," she whispered, voice shaking a little. "I can feel your guilt... and your hesitation."

"But you've already proven something to me—that I'd be happier with you. And I don't care... if you use me as a revenge piece or just a warm bed."

Her lips brushed his shoulder lightly as she spoke, her fingers trembling.

"Just keep smiling at me... praise me for whatever I do... That's enough for me."

She pressed her face deeper into his back, inhaling his scent—warm, fresh, just like him.

"Don't you feel the same too?"

Zhao Yiming went quiet.

In his past life, nobody ever loved him—not truly. He married for just convenience, his relationship with his wife in the past was dull and only filled with duty.

Now someone said she loved him—but what if it was just the system?

That thought alone made him feel... hollow.

But still, his feelings weren't fake. And neither was hers.

They were here, right now. And it was real enough.

He slowly turned around in her arms, placing his hands gently on her shoulders, meeting her eyes.

"Alright... If you're not afraid to walk this crooked road with me, I'll walk it with you," he said, voice calm but firm.

Su Meilin's eyes widened, her whole face lighting up.

But then he added with a small smirk, "But I don't plan to do this forever."

Her lips parted, brows furrowing slightly in confusion—until his smile deepened.

"When the time comes, when I've stood up straight and become a proper man who can protect you—"

He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"—Let's make this relationship official."

Her legs slightly wobbled as she clung to him, face burning red, but her eyes glistening with tears of joy. Her hands slid slowly around his waist as she hugged him tighter than ever.

For the first time in forever... her heart was racing for something that didn't hurt. While the butterfly in her stomach won't stop flying.

'So, this is love?' she thought.

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[DING!]

[You have officially unlocked the new Route: "Desperate Wife, Desperate Homewrecker!"]

[The Affinity status of 'Su Meilin' has changed to 'Devotion' and the limit has been raised to 200.]

[Lust status limit has also been raised to 200.]

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[Su Meilin - Information Updated!]

[Name: Su Meilin]

[Age: 26 Years Old]

[Marital Status: Married]

[Generates: $365/hour]

[Route:

• Perverted Sage - 85%

• Desperate Wife, Desperate Homewrecker - 0%]

[Devotion: 85/200]

[Lust: 90/200]

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[The God of Richness & Love has sent you a message!]

["YEEEAAAHHH!!! GET THE WOMEN AND LET THE MEN CRY AND WEEP!!!"]

["REMEMBER: If love is war... then netori is guerrilla warfare!"]

[You have gained +10,000 AP and a new Title: 'Wife Stealer'!]

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'What the hell is this title for?'

[A BADGE OF HONOR!]

Zhao Yiming rolled his eyes, already knowing how messy, dirty, and degenerate this route was going to be.

***

Three days had passed since Zhao Yiming's affair with Su Meilin—yet she couldn't be found anywhere.

In a panicked state, he rushed to her apartment, only to find out that she and her husband had gone on vacation to an unknown location.

No one could tell him where. The uncertainty twisted his stomach into knots.

'What if that bastard found out what happened?'

'What if he hurt her? Or worse... what if he killed her??'

Recently, he'd read a newspaper article about a woman who was murdered by her boyfriend after he found out she was cheating. Her body had been mutilated and dumped in a trash bin...

'What if that happens to Meilin?'

Without realizing it, Zhao Yiming began nibbling on his fingernails—so hard that he made one bleed.

He looked like a madman, pacing in front of the apartment building, his eyes hollow with worry. He had been waiting and wandering there for three days straight.

It wasn't long before someone called the authorities.

A familiar mother and son—the same ones who had seen him acting "perverted" in the parking lot days ago—whispered to security about the suspicious man loitering outside.

Two guards arrived, grabbing him forcefully by the arms.

"I told you I'm not a pervert, young men! I'm waiting for someone! My friend lives here!" Zhao Yiming protested as they dragged him like some lunatic.

"People say otherwise! One of the kids in the building said you've been wandering around like a pervert!"

Bystanders stared. Whispers spread like wildfire.

"Isn't he that young guy always lurking here?"

"So handsome... What a waste. A pervert, huh?"

"Are you kidding me? Look how civilized I look!" Zhao Yiming snapped, glaring at them.

"Yeah, yeah. Tell that to the girl you harassed in the parking lot!"

The guards didn't care. They hurled him outside the apartment gate like he was yesterday's trash.

Now he found himself wandering aimlessly into the nearby city park, finally collapsing onto a bench like a man who had lost everything.

'Great, not only is Meilin missing... I'm also the neighborhood pervert now.'

'How the hell am I going to clear my name?'

He leaned back and stared at the sky, trying to figure out how everything had spiraled this far out of control. Then, he suddenly slapped his cheeks.

"No! Zhao Yiming, focus! You need to find Su Meilin!" His eyes flared with new resolve.

"Also, I need to buy a phone so I can at least message her!"

Determined, he headed back to his apartment. He would use the system shop to buy a phone. But just as he was passing through the shopping district...

A loud crash rang out, glass shattered, and not long after that someone screamed.

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A crowd was starting to gather ahead. Curious, Zhao Yiming pushed through to see what was happening.

Then came a piercing voice:

"NO! FORGIVE MY HUSBAND, PLEASE STOP KICKING HIM!"

Not far from him, an old lady was shielding her husband, who was being savagely kicked by a group of thugs.