Harry’s set of skills was exactly the core concept of the "Feminism" he had learned while watching straight n spar with Feminist won on You tube.
Now, it was the perfect tool to undermine the relationship between Hana, who held serious feminist ideas, and Jiam, who had no sense of romance.
After all, there weren’t many posts that attempted to sow discord between n and won. In order to write his satirical novel, Harry had read many such articles.
Hearing what Harry said, Hana’s eyes imdiately flashed with approval, and she gave him a look that hinted at growing intimacy.
[Intimacy with Hana: 10 (-35 alertness)]
"Nonsense! What kind of heresy is this! How can a watch be as valuable as a car? No matter how expensive your watch is, it’s only worth a bit more than 12,000 dollars, while my BMW costs 90,000 dollars!"
Jiam protested, his tone a little anxious because of Harry’s provocative look.
"Is the value of sothing only money? Does money have to have value? In my eyes, money is rely a tool—a tool to make my wife and family happy."
"My money should all belong to my wife! Whatever she likes, I am willing to give up everything to buy it for her!
Even though I have little money, I’m willing to spend every cent to buy a watch worth more than 12,000 dollars for Wanda.
Jiam, you are so rich, yet I haven’t seen you buy a watch for Hana. I recall that last ti Hana fancied a Longines watch, you claid she was wasting money. Frankly, you’re selfish and reluctant to spend money on Hana!"
Harry said these words calmly and rationally.
"You! You!! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?! You’re talking rubbish! I am reluctant to spend money on Hana—how in the world can I buy her a car?!"
Jiam imdiately retorted excitedly.
Had it been the forr Harry, a straightforward man like him would probably have been furious upon hearing such shaless remarks. To him, such words were nothing more than shaless, fawning lickspittle talk—a disgrace to n!
However, to won, those very words were the sweetest flattery and the most sincere vows of love. Especially for a Feminist like Hana, her eyes sparkled as she looked at Harry with approval and admiration.
Wanda, anwhile, was so moved that her face flushed red, and her eyes brimd with happiness as she gazed at Harry.
[Intimacy with Hana: 20 (−15 Strangeness)]
Harry smiled faintly and then asked curiously, "Then let ask, is this car registered under Hana’s na or yours? I gave this watch to Wanda, so it belongs to her. As for your car… I’m afraid you just bought it for yourself, right?"
"What do you an by ’under my na’ or ’under hers’? We are husband and wife! What difference does it make?"
Jiam’s tone grew heated as he noticed Hana’s face darken. He imdiately began to argue excitedly, not even grasping the aning of Harry’s words.
"Of course there is a difference. Otherwise, why do people today list both the husband’s and wife’s nas on the property certificate when they get married? Writing it under the wife’s na shows trust and commitnt to her!
If I recall correctly, the house you bought before marriage was in your parents’ nas, wasn’t it? Haha—if you truly believed that you and Hana were husband and wife, then it wouldn’t matter whose na was on it.
So why did you insist on putting it in your parents’ nas?"
Harry had learned about the property certificate issue from Wanda before. When the couple first got married, Hana and Jiam almost called off the wedding because of the matter of whose na appeared on the certificate.
"You!! You’re talking utter nonsense! My parents paid the down paynt for the house I bought before marriage, and I’m the one paying off the loan now. What’s wrong with using my parents’ nas? I didn’t let Hana spend a penny on that house! Why must Hana’s na be on it?!"
Jiam finally could not stand it anymore. He stood up and pointed his finger at Harry.
"Harry, stop talking! How can you say that?!"
Wanda, frightened at this point, hurriedly reached out to grab Harry’s arm and shook her head.
Seeing that Jiam was becoming increasingly irritated and had begun to babble incoherently with excitent, Harry calmly smiled a triumphant smile.
"Bang!"
At that very mont, Hana—who was pregnant—suddenly stood up, slamd the table heavily, pointed at Jiam with a gloomy expression, and shouted, "Jiam! What are you doing? Why are you so arrogant? Did Harry say anything wrong?"
"I get furious when it cos to real estate! When others buy a house for their son, they put both the son’s and his wife’s nas on the title, but your parents only put their own nas on it!
Don’t think I don’t know—you’re simply guarding against , aren’t you? Your parents think that if we ever divorce in the future, I’ll be left with nothing!
No wonder, no wonder you wanted to register the car in your own na when you bought it! So that’s what you were planning!"
Hana’s voice grew louder.
"I should have seen right through you, you selfish man! I gave birth to a son for you! You bastard! I gave you a child, and you’re scheming against like this! No! You must give half of our family’s property! Otherwise, I’ll abort the child!"
"I didn’t! I never ant it that way, Hana! What nonsense are you talking about? Are you crazy? Isn’t my child also your child?
How can you claim that you gave birth to a child solely for ? That house belongs to my parents! The money for it was the down paynt they paid! Can’t you be reasonable?"
Jiam’s tone wavered, and he beca even more angry as Hana continued her tirade.
"Alright, alright! Stop talking! We ca out for dinner today just to have fun—why are you doing this? If you have anything to say, let’s discuss it when we get back!
Even if you don’t want to do this for Hana’s sake, you should at least think about the baby in her belly. If Hana is angry, the baby will suffer!"
At that mont, Harry stood up, pulled Jiam aside, and began acting as a peacemaker.
Harry did not want the couple to completely break up; his current goal was to create psychological discord between them and plant seeds of hatred in their hearts—so that he could later find an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
If the couple really broke up, he would have fewer chances.
Wanda also stepped forward and pulled Hana to sit down, gently comforting the furious Hana.
Jiam beca even angrier when he saw Harry playing peacemaker. It was clear that Harry had started the whole ss, and now this bastard was trying to smooth things over with sarcastic remarks!
Jiam really wanted to slap Harry right then, but seeing the eyes of the surrounding diners fixed on him, the proud Jiam finally restrained himself. He snorted heavily at Harry before sitting down on the sofa.
At that mont, the waiter began serving the dishes. Harry eagerly picked up so at and placed it in Hana’s bowl, who was still fuming.
In a gentle, considerate tone he said, "Hana, you’re pregnant now. Eating so at is good for both you and the baby."
"Thank you, Harry. To be honest, I used to think you were no good and incompetent, but now I believe you’re much better than that bastard Jiam!
At least you know how to care for people and love Wanda with all your heart! You’re willing to give everything for Wanda! You’re not like so people—so selfish!
I was pregnant with his child, yet he had already planned how to kick out of the house!"
Hana said, looking at Harry with grateful yet resentful eyes.
[Intimacy with Hana: 15 (0 strangers)]
"What’s wrong with ? How have I ever let you down, Hana? Do you have no conscience?!
The house we live in was bought by my family, and I pay for all the household expenses! I was the only one who paid off the loan!
How have I ever treated you unfairly? Huh?! You used all the money you earned over the years to buy a house for your brother, and I never complained!
Now, I’m spending all my savings to buy you a BMW! I just want to ask: how have I ever let you down?!"
Jiam was already furious when he saw Harry picking food for his wife and showing courtesy—he even felt cheated.
Now, upon hearing Hana’s unreasonable words, he could no longer contain his anger. The grievances he had suppressed for years made him tremble uncontrollably.
If it weren’t for the baby in Hana’s belly, Jiam truly would have wanted to have a huge quarrel with Hana and let everyone decide for themselves.
"You!! You bastard!! Jiam! I gave birth to a child for you—do you still have any conscience?!"
Hana shouted furiously, covering her chest and trembling as anger overtook her. For a mont, her face turned pale and she was rendered speechless.
"Harry! How can you talk like that?! Hana married into your family—was it easy for her parents to raise her to this age?
She beca a mber of your Jiam family after growing up!
Besides, when it cos to buying a house, paying off the mortgage, and daily expenses, shouldn’t we n pay for it? Do you still expect Hana to pay your mortgage?
Her na isn’t even on your property title, so why should she pay it? When you say that, it makes feel like you’re not a real man! And do you know how painful childbirth is for a woman?
How much suffering it causes! The child will bear your surna when born, becoming a mber of your Jiam family! If you are still a man, you shouldn’t be angry with Hana!"
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