Half an hour later.
"Ah, I'm exhausted, hubby. How can yoga be this tiring when it doesn't even take any strength?" Luo Beishi walked over to the water dispenser in the room, filled a cup, and gulped it down.
Only after a while did he give Huo Cixiao some water too, though he couldn't give him too much.
"Good night, hubby." Once he finished, Luo Beishi climbed back into bed.
Huo Cixiao: "???" What about the bedtime story? Did you lose interest already? Could you show a little perseverance?
Huo Cixiao, the relentless complainer, also began to feel a little drowsy in his conscious state and slowly drifted off to sleep...
The next day.
Luo Beishi looked at the blog post Luo Bai had published online and found it rather amusing.
Just look at what Luo Bai had said: Please, Beishi, spare the Luo Family. I don't know what methods you used to slander the Luo Family, but the other shareholders and investors are innocent. Please let us off!
Sure enough, the comments below were all insults directed at him, probably from Luo Corporation shareholders, investors who had suffered losses, or paid trolls.
Some even cursed his parents. Wasn't that great? They could curse whichever father or mother of his they liked. He welcomed it all anyway.
Half a day passed, but Luo Bai still hadn't received a reply from Luo Beishi. Surely the money he had spent wouldn't just go down the drain?
Instead of a reply from Luo Beishi, what arrived under his account were mockery, ridicule, and abuse from netizens.
-Framed? Who could frame your company for tax evasion?
-I'm dying laughing. Is this Luo Bai brain-dead?
-Honestly, this is the first time I've seen someone like this. He's so blatantly pinning his own company's mess on someone else. Does he think netizens are idiots?
-You'd have to have been brain-dead for a hundred years to say that.
-Can't you go to prison for framing someone too?
Prison? Luo Bai didn't understand the law. Only after immediately looking it up did he learn that, in serious cases, framing someone carried a prison sentence of up to three years...
Frightened, he hurriedly deleted the post.
Just like that, the five million-plus he had spent hiring paid trolls went down the drain. He couldn't accept it... but he was only twenty and didn't understand anything. Could someone help him?
On Sunday, Luo Beishi personally supervised the maids again, having them do a thorough cleaning. Even the swimming pool got cleaned.
They had clearly come to the villa as assassins and could act as soon as their masters gave the order. Yet lately, all they could do was hoe the land. They didn't even get a chance to approach Luo Beishi or Huo Cixiao!
Hoeing was exhausting! They really didn't want to do it anymore. Every day dragged on, and there was simply no end to the land they had to plant on this estate! They even had to turn the soil themselves!
Their delicate hands had all blistered!
Even worse! This Luo Beishi had actually hired a doctor for them! He was simply torturing them!
That left them unable to leave the villa at all... and now they had to clean some swimming pool too. It was too hard. They wanted to cry.
Meanwhile, the male escorts were getting better and better at handing out flyers.
Because starting today, they had performance targets! They were even told that if they didn't work hard, they would only get a base salary!
But their money was with Huo Cihai, and he wouldn't pay out their contract money until a full year had passed...
Their lot was just as miserable as the maids'.
But they hadn't given up. They were handsome, after all! This job was basically a side gig!
So they began signing people up for memberships and getting them to top up their cards as though they'd been pumped full of chicken blood! The morning's revenue alone far exceeded the monthly revenue of several nearby gyms!
The system showed Luo Beishi, who was at home, footage of the male escorts battling to meet their targets, and he nearly died laughing.
"Hahaha... hubby, let me tell you, those male escorts Huo Cihai sent are working so hard! My goodness, the gym probably can't even accommodate all those customers, can it? I need to buy another one."
After he finished laughing, Luo Beishi very seriously summoned Uncle Chen again and told him to send someone to buy another gym on the verge of closing nearby, open a branch, and hire more trainers.
Once the arrangements were made, he lay back in his rocking chair to chat about life with his vegetative husband, though he was really talking to himself.
Huo Cixiao was a little surprised. He hadn't expected those escorts to work so hard!
Good thing his bargain wife had kicked them all out. Otherwise, with how hard they worked, they would sooner or later take his place!
The more he thought about it, the more frightening it became. His younger cousin Huo Cihai really did harbor sinister intentions. So this was what he was planning!
Luckily, his bargain wife only had eyes for him. Otherwise, he might not even realize when those escorts poisoned his mind one day!
All right, Huo Cihai, you're already a dead man. Once I wake up, I definitely won't let you off!
"These people really can't take a hit. The Luo Family too. Why are they going downhill so fast? I thought they'd last a few rounds for me to torment them. I never expected them to be this easy to crush." Luo Beishi said this in a leisurely tone, as though he were a born villain.
Even Huo Cixiao felt a chill upon hearing that. His bargain wife's methods were so formidable. If his bargain wife hadn't married into this family because he liked him, if he really had been forced... wouldn't he, a man in a vegetative state, have been helpless against any beating or abuse?
Perhaps one day, if his wife was unhappy, he would die in an "accident"!
Truly worthy of being his wife. Vicious enough.
"Tongtong, when exactly will Huo Cixiao wake up?" Luo Beishi was actually a little reluctant for Huo Cixiao to wake up. Once he did, there would be no more money to earn. Of course, he would work hard to earn Face-Slapping Points in return.
"Host, that depends on how receptive Huo Cixiao himself is to the massage liquid."
"All right, then let's hope he absorbs a little less."
"Host, what did you just say should be a little less?"
"Hehe, nothing, nothing." The corners of Luo Beishi's mouth curled up.
At the home of the Huo Family's second branch.
Huo Cihai watched the male escorts he had sent over handing out flyers on the street, his heart aching terribly. These were male escorts who cost five million a year each! Ten of them meant fifty million! The funds had already been notarized and placed with the lawyer.
His heart was bleeding! On top of that, the three maids his family had sent were still farming! Of course, the other maids were farming too, which gave him a little comfort. At least his family's assassin maids weren't the only ones farming.