138: Chapter 137: Fate is Really a Bastard 138: Chapter 137: Fate is Really a Bastard Song Yun rose to his feet and circled the two of them, asking, “Do you two know what wrong you’ve committed?”
“This, big brother, we don’t seem to have met you before.
If we’ve made some small mistake, please be generous and let it pass,” Yang Wei pleaded.
“Do you think I’m easy to push around because I look nice and fragile?” Song Yun poured himself a drink and laughed.
“Actually, I’m quite kind-hearted and gentle, but I became the boss thanks to everyone’s support.”
“Not at all, we can feel your authority even here,” Weiwei interjected.
“I’m not here for anything else but last night one of my brothers got messed with by you two.
So tell me, what should we do?” Song Yun sipped his wine.
“This…” Yang Wei cursed inwardly.
Damn it, how could he have known a guy with such a simple face could be like this?
Besides, you’re a big brother—why are you messing around with girls on WeChat?
Aren’t you supposed to be into high-class items like the ‘thin horses’ of Yangzhou?
“It’s simple to solve this matter.
Leave one arm and one leg, and I’ll let you go.”
“Big brother, I really won’t be able to live like that,” Yang Wei cried out.
If it were just an arm, maybe it still be okay since I’d have another one, but a leg too?
That would be a big problem; I’d become crippled.
“You’re trying to negotiate with me?
You have no right to set terms,” Song Yun squinted.
“Or do you prefer to leave your whole self here today?”
“Well,” Yang Wei began to hesitate and pondered for a moment before saying, “I’m willing to trade all my money for one of my legs.
I know I’ve made a mistake and should be punished, so I’m willing to offer one of my arms to appease your anger, just please let me walk normally.”
Damn it, this kid’s words are so damn poetic, Song Yun thought, surprised.
“How much money do you have?
If it’s not enough, it won’t do.”
“I have 1.3 million in hand, plus a house in the city center, altogether worth over four million,” Yang Wei said earnestly.
Holy shit, even swindlers make so much nowadays?
How can this be fair to those who toil daily on the front lines?
Song Yun appraised Yang Wei with a playful gaze, making him tremble.
Big brother didn’t swing that way, did he?
Was his precious backside in danger today?
Although he liked that sort of thing, it was with women.
Who could have imagined that he, Yang Wei, would end up in such a plight?
Fine, if it saves my life, I’d even offer my nose.
“Okay, you seem sincere.
Go with them and transfer all the money,” Song Yun said indifferently.
“Thank you, big brother, I will reform and live a new life,” Yang Wei sobbed with relief upon hearing this.
“Now let’s talk about this woman.
How do you plan to redeem your woman?” Song Yun poured another drink.
“She’s the main culprit who harmed my brother.
If your money is short, I won’t accept it.”
“She’s not my woman; she’s just a mistress.
We please each other and have our needs met, so she’s yours now.
Do with her as you wish,” Yang Wei said obsequiously like a fawning dog.
“Yang Wei, you bastard!
After all the business I’ve pulled for you, you dare sell me out?
I must have been blind to fall for you.
I should have never liked you, you bastard!” Weiwei broke free from the gang members’ grip and lunged at Yang Wei, slashing his face several times, which even startled Song Yun.
“You crazy woman, this was just for fun, what’s all the seriousness for?
Didn’t we agree to have what we both need?
Stop scratching me, damn it!” Yang Wei also tried to break free, but he was pinned down.
“Big brother, just kill this bastard, and then you can do whatever you like with me,” the woman said, turning to look at Song Yun.
Song Yun waved his hand dismissively.
“I don’t like to play with other people’s things, and certainly not with a public bus like this.
I’m a law-abiding citizen.
You’ve made a mistake, and I’m just here to punish your wrongdoing.
I never engage in such bloody business.”
“But if you’re willing to pay more than Yang Wei, perhaps I could help you out.
After all, I’m a good Samaritan,” Song Yun said with a smirk.
What do they say about the variety of people in the world?
Here’s a woman who deeply loves a man who uses her body for business and casually throws her away when he chooses.
It really makes one lament the cruelty of fate.
“I can get money from my husband.
He’s very rich.
I can also transfer a villa under my name to you,” the woman said.
“Holy shit, you have a husband?
Your husband isn’t Yang Wei?” Song Yun was truly shocked.
This woman, trotted by so many, still had a husband who seemed quite wealthy.
It’s a classic tale—ignore the rich and handsome and fall for normal guys, only to be sold out by one in the end.
“Yang Wei, explain to me what’s going on here,” Song Yun said, unable to figure it out himself.
“Well,” Yang Wei hesitated, “This woman was someone I reeled in on WeChat.
She seemed to have that sort of addiction, unsatisfied at home, and often found men for hotel rendezvous.
I just exploited this trait a bit, but who knew she’d get more and more hooked, always coming to see me whenever she could.”
“Respect,” said Song Yun, finally understanding the situation.
The woman was formidable indeed—resorting to extramarital encounters when her needs at home weren’t met.
Song Yun gave a silent three-second tribute to her husband, wondering how long the poor guy had been wearing a cuckold’s hat.
“So what if I have an addiction?
I like playing around, what’s it to you?
You’re no prize—you only last ten minutes on top, and it’s never enough to get me there.
And your ‘thing’ is so tiny it’s laughable,” the woman spat disdainfully.
“Stop, stop, stop,” Song Yun pleaded, not wishing to hear any more of their repugnant exchanges.
The more they spilled, the more explosive the revelations.
“Go downstairs and transfer the money into my account.
We’ll sort out your issues later,” Song Yun gestured, and his men immediately took him to handle the transaction.
“Now it’s your turn.
Don’t rush to speak, I just want to ask you one thing—are you sick?” Song Yun was genuinely concerned for Li Tang, for if this woman had an illness, Li Tang might have contracted it too.
If Li Tang found out, he’d be furious enough to take her life.
“No,” the woman muttered hesitantly.