Rumble, rumble.
Thunder rolled overhead, and the lightning left Chen Changan and the others crispy on the outside and tender within.
Eight had already been enough to astonish them. Eighty was well beyond anything they could comprehend or accept.
They had to admit, Dai Mao really was a one-of-a-kind talent. Getting cheated on eighty times—how could that not count as a skill?
"Come on, man. Do you really have to get married?"
"You know you're prone to getting cuckolded, so why do you insist on finding so many wives?"
"Or maybe you enjoy it? You just like the feeling of being cheated on?" Da Huang couldn't understand what the man was thinking. How could he give other people so many chances to cuckold him?
Could he really not live without women? You could be perfectly happy without them.
"I refuse to accept it. I don't believe there isn't a single woman out there who can be faithful to me for life!"
"I believe true love exists in this world, so why can't it be mine?"
"Eighty times! I tried eighty times, and I got cheated on all eighty times. Every single one of them betrayed me."
Seeing the look on Dai Mao's face, as if life had lost all meaning, Chen Changan felt a little sorry for him. But after getting cuckolded eighty times, shouldn't he have stopped to reflect on himself?
"Getting cheated on once or twice might mean you picked the wrong person. But eighty times? Don't you think the problem might be you?" Chen Changan said helplessly.
"Me?"
"What's wrong with me? Am I ugly? Am I not gentle enough? Don't I treat them well?"
"What could possibly be wrong with me? Is it something in bed? I'm damn good in bed! What could be wrong with