I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 37: Fuck, Fight, And Survive

Jin Haolong was in his own world, going on and on about how expensive the infinity pool was, how the glass was made from the best material in the world, the marble imported and luxurious—listing off details he was sure Zhao Yiming wouldn’t understand.

After all, someone like him—who gambled away his life, drank like a fish, and was utterly useless—had no business even stepping foot in a place like this.

’That money must be from something shady,’ he thought, eyes narrowing. ’Maybe he robbed a bank... Should I call the police?’

"So? What do you think? You still want to take this place?"

But when he opened his eyes—silence. No one was there.

He’d been talking to himself this entire time.

The realization hit hard and pissed him off.

"Tch! I knew that asshole wasn’t serious about this! There’s no way someone like him got rich overnight!" he scoffed, stomping around as he called out Zhao Yiming’s name, marching through the penthouse.

’Did he run away after realizing he couldn’t afford it?’ Jin Haolong chuckled at the thought.

"I don’t mind if you back out, you know! No need to be embarrassed, I won’t mock you!" he called out mockingly, walking slowly as he looked around—only to find empty space.

But as he wandered back toward the hallway near the master bedroom, he heard something. A sound—soft at first, then growing louder the closer he got.

Jin Haolong paused, frowning, wondering if he was just hearing things.

Then he heard it—clear as day. A woman’s voice.

Moaning. Screaming a name.

"YIMINGHHH~"

He knew that voice too well.

His hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening as rage surged through him.

"Those fuckers..."

He cursed, practically sprinting toward the master bedroom. And when he burst through the door—

He saw it.

Clear as day.

Zhao Yiming—that bastard—was fucking his wife.

The drunk who always paid rent late. The guy who looked like a homeless bum. The same loser who once got down on his knees, begging to stay in that shitty little apartment.

And now—he was inside his wife.

Their naked bodies still entangled, Su Meilin clinging to him, kissing him like she was starved, with cum still dripping from her pussy.

Without a second thought, Jin Haolong grabbed a vase from the nearby cabinet and hurled it at them, roaring with fury.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT! HOW DARE YOU SLEEP WITH MY WIFE?!"

Luckily, Zhao Yiming could see the man reflection from the glass window. He ducked low, shielding Su Meilin’s head with his arm just as the vase shattered beside them in a violent crash of ceramic shards.

Zhao Yiming quickly set Su Meilin down and shielded her behind him just as that bastard reached them, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous rage.

He swung a punch, but Zhao Yiming dodged in time with ease.

Then a notification from the system rang out:

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[You triggered an Emergency Quest!]

[The Rage of a Husband!]

[Objective: Win the argument or fight, protect Su Meilin, and give Jin Haolong a lesson!]

• Easy Mode: "I know you don’t love your wife—just give her to me!"

• Normal Mode: "What a damn loser... How’s it feel seeing your wife get fucked by someone you used to look down on?"

• Hard Mode: Fight him and show him who’s boss.

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

"Careful with your choice this time—you’re close to the end of the route! But honestly? Just beat the hell out of him!"

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’Damn, that’s the first time that perverted deity actually makes sense... But why the hell isn’t there a success rate for each choice?’ Zhao Yiming thought.

But before he could decide, Jin Haolong had already grabbed a glass ashtray from the bedside table and swung it at him.

CRACK!

The ashtray smashed into Zhao Yiming’s head, blood pouring down his temple as he clutched it in agony.

"FUCK YOU! YOU DESERVE IT!"

Jin Haolong shout, raising the ashtray again—but this time, Su Meilin shielded Zhao Yiming with her body.

THUD!

The ashtray slammed into her back as she cried out in pain, but she clung tightly to Zhao Yiming.

"YIMING?! Are you alright?!" she cried, panicking as she saw the blood flowing down his face.

Seeing that only enraged Jin Haolong further. He had never hit a woman in his life—but this moment was different.

He wanted to crush her. To destroy her.

So he grabbed her by the shoulders and slapped her hard across the face, sending her crashing to the ground.

"YOU SLUT! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND YOU DARE TO CHEAT ON ME?!" he roared, then kicked her in the stomach.

"YOU SHAMELESS BITCH!"

Zhao Yiming, still dizzy from the blow, groaned as blood dripped from his head onto the floor. He shook his head, trying not to pass out.

But then—he heard Su Meilin scream.

And something snapped.

His vision cleared in an instant, rage boiling over as he saw Jin Haolong standing over her.

With a furious roar, Zhao Yiming rushed forward, grabbed the bastard by the collar, and snarled:

"Your opponent is me, you son of a bitch!"

Then he punched him—hard—until Jin Haolong collapsed to the ground. Wiping the blood from his eyes, Zhao Yiming spoke in a low, cold tone:

"Stand up and fight me like a man, Jin Haolong."

Jin Haolong gritted his teeth and slowly got back up, rage burning in his chest. This time, he charged in with a flying kick—but Zhao Yiming easily caught his leg midair and twisted it, forcing a pained groan out of him before he crashed to the ground once again.

His pride was shattered. His ego crushed beneath Zhao Yiming’s feet. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Shakily, he stood up once more—but this time, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded knife, snapping it open with a click.

"I’ll kill you... I’ll kill both of you! I’ll send you straight to hell!" he screamed, his voice trembling with pure hatred. "No one—no one—gets to humiliate me like this!"

Both Su Meilin and Zhao Yiming froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden escalation. Neither expected him to go that far.

Zhao Yiming shifted his stance, ready to tackle him and disarm the blade—but then Jin Haolong did something unexpected.

He ran past him.

Straight toward Su Meilin.

Zhao Yiming’s eyes widened in shock as panic shot through his body.

"MEILIN!!" he roared, sprinting after him with everything he had.