Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife Chapter 587: Hu Meili Goes Offline

"So you do know it’s your fault! Actually, you didn’t do anything that wrong. It’s just that I t soone better than you, and you’re of no use to anymore."

Seeing that Zhang Zhiming didn’t dare argue with her, Hu ili taunted him smugly.

Her words made Zhang Zhiming furious, but the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. "Hu ili, what makes you think you have any leverage against ? Let tell you, you were nothing but my plaything."

"Hmph, an old man talking about ’playing’? You call what you do ’playing’?" Hu ili’s undisguised contempt made Zhang Zhiming furious enough to spit blood.

"You... I’ve never seen a woman as shaless as you. You want a man, is that it? Fine, I’ll give you a few."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiming stepped forward, his hand shooting out to grab Hu ili by the neck, his eyes filled with resentnt.

Hu ili struggled with all her might, but she was no match for Zhang Zhiming’s strength. She said placatingly, "Zhiming, let’s just talk this out."

A vicious glint flashed in Zhang Zhiming’s eyes. He looked at Hu ili beside him and said, "I can’t be bothered to talk to you. I’m taking you to see soone right now."

He hadn’t originally planned on dropping the act with Hu ili today. He had assud that the other man was giving him a hard ti to help Hu ili suppress him.

That’s why he hadn’t dared to offend her so easily. He had been plotting sothing more sinister, planning to sell her to a remote mountain village in a month.

With his personality, how could he possibly let Hu ili off so easily?

In his eyes, Hu ili had not only ruined his career prospects but his entire life.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiming was going to make Hu ili pay the price. To that end, he had spared no expense in hiring a few punks.

But now, Hu ili had dared to despise him so openly. He wasn’t going to tolerate it any longer.

Years ago, when the Hu Family was destitute, it was Hu ili who had shalessly seduced him, and look how miserably it had ended for him.

If he, Zhang Zhiming, was going to suffer, how could he possibly let Hu ili have it easy? It was just that he was a little wary of Su Shuochi.

That’s why he hadn’t dared to make Hu ili suffer the mont they got divorced!

Two days before the divorce, Zhang Zhiming had already started planning his revenge on Hu ili. First, he’d have a few punks harass her.

Then, he would step in to "save" her, only to sell her off to a remote mountain region to live a life of misery.

However, he had underestimated how thick-skinned Hu ili was. She actually dared to humiliate him in public.

Seething with rage, he stopped caring about the consequences. After all, he was heading back to the county seat tomorrow anyway.

Without waiting for Hu ili to react, Zhang Zhiming grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her toward a deserted alley.

As they went deeper into the deserted area, Hu ili’s face filled with terror, her eyes flashing with panic.

It was only now that she realized the man who had been her husband for two years was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface.

Right now, he was extrely dangerous. ’If I really fall into his hands, my chances of getting out of this alive are slim.’

These thoughts terrified Hu ili, especially when she saw the thuggish-looking man in front of her.

He was wearing a floral shirt, and one leg of his bell-bottoms wasn’t even rolled all the way down. A terrible premonition suddenly struck Hu ili.

’I may have given up on the old man voluntarily, but that was because he’d been knocked off his pedestal and had no future prospects to speak of.’

’But he’s still much better looking than this punk in front of . At the very least, he’s a lot cleaner.’

’He’s not unkempt and slovenly like this delinquent, who reveals yellow teeth every ti he opens his mouth. It’s absolutely disgusting to look at.’

Hu ili quickly called out to Zhang Zhiming, "Zhiming, we were married once! Are you really going to do this to ? No matter what, I was your wife."

Hearing her words, Zhang Zhiming stopped and turned to look at her, speaking with deep-seated hatred.

"So *now* you rember I’m your husband? It’s too late. Hu ili, search your conscience and tell , I treated you well, so why did you have to ruin ?"

His gaze was as cold as ice, staring at her like a venomous snake. The hatred in his heart was palpable.

"I... I just wanted a better life, that’s all. I really didn’t an to ruin you." At this point, Hu ili had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell the truth.

But Zhang Zhiming didn’t believe her. He sneered, "You were married to for two years, and you lived better than anyone in Shuanghe Village, didn’t you? If you wanted a better life, you could have just divorced . Why did you have to ruin ?"

Hu ili wanted to say that she really hadn’t ruined him, but the punk had already reached out a finger and lifted her delicate chin.

His eyes were full of mockery. "You’re not bad looking, but I’m afraid wanting a ’better life’ is going to be very difficult from now on!"

Hu ili was stunned by the punk’s sudden move. She stared blankly at the man before her, not knowing what to do.

Seeing her like this, the punk’s eyes narrowed, and he gloated internally before forcefully gripping Hu ili’s jaw.

"Ngh..." Hu ili frowned in pain and struggled to break free from his grip.

But the more she struggled, the tighter the punk squeezed.

anwhile, her ex-husband just watched from the side, his expression cold. No one knew what he was thinking.

Even Hu ili, who had shared a bed with him for two years, couldn’t fathom his thoughts at this mont.

Hu ili was filled with a bitter hatred, but on the surface, she put on a pitiful, fragile, and tearful act. "Zhiming, take ho."

Seeing her act this way, the punk suddenly leaned in close to Hu ili and bit down hard on her pale neck, as if trying to drain her dry.

Tears welled up in Hu ili’s eyes from the pain, but she only dared to cry softly, not daring to scream.

She was afraid the punk would kill her. From any angle, he looked completely deranged.

"What, is it unbearable?" Seeing Hu ili’s pained expression, a cold smirk appeared on Zhang Zhiming’s lips.

Finally, the pain beca too much for Hu ili to bear. She looked at Zhang Zhiming with tear-filled eyes and said, "I don’t want to divorce you anymore."

"Too late. We’re already divorced. From now on, you can be with him. He’s a real man." After saying this, Zhang Zhiming left.

He couldn’t actually stand there and watch another man abuse the woman who was once his, right in front of him.

Seeing the old man really had abandoned her, Hu ili could only try to placate the punk. "I don’t like doing this outside. Please, can you let go?"

Hearing this, the punk shot Hu ili a contemptuous glance. "You don’t like it? But I happen to love it. So what are we going to do?"

"If you like it, can we at least go ho first?" Hu ili tried to negotiate for the next best thing.

The punk’s eyes filled with a wicked look. "Ho? You think a guy like deserves to have a ho?"

"..."

"I may not have a ho, but the old bachelors in the remote mountains do. Since you like having a ho so much, how about your big brother here sends you over to one?"

"No, sir! Even if you don’t have a ho, I’ll follow you willingly! I don’t want to go to the remote mountains."

"You think I’d believe a word you say? Zhang’s house was damn nice, but I didn’t see you liking it all that much, did I?"

"That’s because I didn’t like him as a person. I only like you," Hu ili spouted nonsense to save her own skin.

"But I don’t like you. I only like money," the punk said ruthlessly.

"If you like money, then let go. I’ll give you however much you want," Hu ili said, making an empty promise.

"Do you take for a three-year-old? ’However much I want’... Are you trying to get a bullet to the head?" The punk wasn’t falling for it.