Chapter Sixty-Nine: Just Pocket Change!

"You two put on quite the show, husband and wife acting in perfect harmony. Ten thousand yuan! Tsk, tsk, even if you sold yourselves, you might not scrape together that much." Zheng Yangling was annoyed again; this man could act, but she refused to believe he could actually produce so much money. Wasn’t he just joking?

The others were skeptical as well.

Yet the way Liu Yueyu had just behaved was so convincing that, even if they didn’t want to believe it, doubts lingered.

"You say there’s none, but what if there is?" Shen Guodong retorted with disdain.

Zheng Yangling sneered, "If there isn’t, I’ll run naked in the street. If there is, your wife should do it. How’s that?"

A certain memory was seared in her mind. Once, a teacher tried to take advantage of Liu Yueyu; before he could even touch her, she screamed. Many thought her reaction was dramatic. But over time, people realized Liu Yueyu was exceptionally traditional—more so than women of ancient times. For her, public nudity was utterly unacceptable. She might even kill herself from shame. If the other party dared accept, she would win for sure. If word reached the school, Liu Yueyu could never show her face again; social death was certain.

Without Liu Yueyu, the school would be hers.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yangling’s mind raced.

"Teacher Zheng, I don’t want to gamble with you. My husband really does have the money. There’s no need for all this," Liu Yueyu reasoned, thinking they were colleagues. Though Zheng Yangling often gave her trouble, it wasn’t worth ruining someone’s life over a petty feud.

"You don’t dare?" Zheng Yangling snorted, "If you kneel before me and apologize right now, I’ll let it go!"

She had been worried, but seeing Liu Yueyu try to make peace, Zheng Yangling grew bolder. In that moment, words failed to capture her excitement. If Liu Yueyu was scared, why else would she act this way? Wasn’t it obvious?

Hearing this, Liu Yueyu finally understood: there is always a reason behind the misery of the pitiful. Give Zheng Yangling a chance, and she proves herself unworthy of pity.

If she insisted on this path, Liu Yueyu could hardly be blamed. What else could she say?

"Now you see," Shen Guodong smiled mildly, "Some people simply aren’t worthy of your sympathy." He placed the bankbook in front of Zheng Yangling.

She stared wide-eyed.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand!

He truly was a ten-thousand-yuan household.

Her breathing quickened; impossible! How could it be? Liu Yueyu’s husband was actually a ten-thousand-yuan household? That notorious gambler had really made it! To be honest, it sent a chill down her spine, bordering on despair. She couldn’t fathom how he had amassed such wealth.

For a moment, she could barely stand, staggering as she tried to snatch the bankbook.

But Shen Guodong was quicker, pulling it back with a playful smile. "Teacher Zheng, your words still count, don’t they?"

"No, impossible!" Zheng Yangling shouted, her voice frantic. "This can’t be! You must have grabbed someone else’s bankbook. How could someone like you have so much money? Whether others believe it or not, I definitely don’t!"

She couldn’t imagine, even in her wildest dreams, that Shen Guodong would be so wealthy—earning more in a day than she did in several months.

Though she refused to accept it, some bystanders had caught a glimpse of the bankbook’s figure.

"He’s telling the truth—it’s real. He really is a ten-thousand-yuan household. Hard to believe someone has so much money!"

"Honestly, it’s incredible. A ten-thousand-yuan household in just a month. What’s he doing to earn so much?"

"Who knows!"

"But it’s clear—he has the money. Teacher Zheng, shouldn’t you keep your promise?"

The crowd jeered, many urging her on. Zheng Yangling, though not as beautiful as Liu Yueyu, was still attractive, with a striking figure. Plenty wouldn’t mind seeing her embarrassed.

Without hesitation, Zheng Yangling turned to leave.

Clearly, she had never intended to fulfill her promise. With people like her, you couldn’t expect integrity. Still, many in the crowd were idle troublemakers.

Zheng Yangling was a teacher—a status many would never touch. If a teacher ran naked through the streets, they'd be eager to watch.

So the crowd surged forward.

They pinned Zheng Yangling to the ground and stripped her bare.

The scene was astonishing—almost unimaginable.

Even Shen Guodong hadn’t expected it.

There were truly so many eager participants; it took him by surprise.

Soon, a white sheep appeared.

Yuan Jiqiang, protecting his wife, felt as though a vast green meadow had sprouted atop his head. He couldn’t accept it.

Laughter echoed, unrestrained.

It was free, even if a little dirty.

Shen Guodong didn’t mind; a couple of glances cost him nothing. He watched with a playful smile.

"Enjoying yourself? Shouldn’t you be leaving?" Liu Yueyu pinched him hard at the waist, annoyed that he found it amusing. Though Zheng Yangling’s figure was more voluptuous, it sagged, worn down by others, losing its shape.

Even to look at, it was revolting.

Watching the couple’s retreating backs, Zheng Yangling felt suicidal.

Such public humiliation! How could she ever return to school?

But none of it mattered to Shen Guodong now. This was the price. Zheng Yangling had only herself to blame.