The moment I sat in the passenger seat of my husband's car, I knew he was cheating on me. The seat was reclined to an angle that clearly indicated a pregnant woman had been sitting there. Just as I was about to confront him, I suddenly saw a barrage of comments floating across my vision. [Will the female lead's baby really be okay locked in the trunk by the male lead?] [It should be fine for a little while. He just needs to find a chance to get rid of the yellow-faced wife later.] I froze. Trunk? Baby? Yellow-faced wife? So, my husband's mistress is currently locked in the trunk? Heh, things just got interesting. My mom's Husky has been having diarrhea lately. Why don't we take him for a nice, long ride on the highway and stir things up a bit? 1 "Why are you here? Didn't you say you were getting your nails done today?" My husband, Arthur, tapped the steering wheel impatiently. But my mind was entirely focused on the comments I had just seen. And those comments were currently attacking my sanity, which was on the verge of snapping. [What a bitch, insisting on clinging to our male lead.] [The two of them finally got some alone time, and she had to come and ruin it.] I forcefully yanked the seatbelt out. I turned my head and stared directly into Arthur's eyes. "Why is this passenger seat reclined to this angle?" Arthur's pupils shrank suddenly. Before he had time to come up with a good lie, he blurted out some nonsense. "Oh, this? The car wash guy adjusted it." I laughed: "When did you go? Don't you usually make me take the car to be washed?" Arthur turned his head to look out the window, his hands continuing to tap rhythmically on the steering wheel. The sound was incredibly annoying. I wanted nothing more than to grab his fingers and break them one by one. [Why is this supporting female character so annoying? What's there to question?] [Exactly. No wonder the male lead doesn't like her; she gives him zero space.] I leaned forward: "Cat got your tongue? There's dust and dirt everywhere. You call this a car wash?" Arthur's body visibly stiffened. [This part is a bit funny. The male lead doesn't seem very smart.] [Right? Locking our precious female lead in the trunk... what kind of smart person does that?] [Our female lead is probably rolling her eyes in the trunk right now.] What? She has the nerve to roll her eyes? I'll let her roll them all she wants today! Arthur pulled his hands back from the steering wheel and turned to hold mine. "Hey, the car wash guy was just getting ready to wash it when I suddenly remembered it's your dad's birthday today." I raised an eyebrow: "And?" "And so I rushed out to buy a gift for your dad!" I followed the direction of his finger and looked towards the back seat. Sure enough, there was a gift bag sitting there. 2 [I'll give this round to the male lead.] [But he bought that for the female lead's baby's dad! It's not fair!] [It's fine, it's fine. He's spending the supporting female's money anyway. He can buy another one next time.] I grabbed the gift bag from the back seat and looked inside. Wow, he really went all out. Two cartons of premium cigarettes, two bottles of expensive liquor. This must have cost at least a thousand dollars, right? I twitched the corner of my mouth: "Alright then, just take me straight to my parents' house." Arthur's fake smile froze on his face, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. I reached out and pinched his neck: "What's wrong with you? Having a seizure? Do we need to go to the hospital?" Arthur coughed repeatedly from my pinch. He irritably pushed my hand away: "Cough, cough! I still have some things to take care of. You get out first, and I'll come pick you up later." I smiled: "What things? I'll go with you." Arthur's eyebrows were furrowed so tightly they could crush a mosquito: "Just some stuff with my buddies. Be a good girl, get out, and I'll be back soon." [Hurry up and get lost, old lady.] [Yeah, I'm dying of anxiety. If you don't leave, our precious female lead won't be able to hold on.] I sat up straight, looking forward. "Since you're in a hurry, you get out and take a cab. I'll drive over and give the gifts to my dad." Arthur panicked and slammed his hand on the dashboard: "Chloe, why are you being so unreasonable! Making a grown man take a cab to run errands, where's my dignity?" I looked at him expressionlessly: "This is my car. You're a grown man who didn't even have a car to drive before we got married. Why didn't you care about your dignity then?" Hearing me say this, he choked, his Adam's apple bobbing anxiously. A few seconds later, he replaced his expression with a gentle one. He coaxed me softly: "Okay, okay, you're right. It's my fault. Be a good girl, and I'll come pick you up as soon as I'm done." I pushed his hand away: "No, I want to drive to my parents' house. Besides, I need to use the car too. "You've been hogging the car for months, making me take cabs and the subway every time. It's my turn to use it." Only then did I realize why he hadn't let me touch the car for the past few months. It turns out he was taking his mistress to her prenatal appointments. Heh, pretty good treatment she's getting. 3 [This supporting female is really annoying me. Her car, her car. She doesn't save any face for her own man.] [Exactly. Can you blame the male lead for not wanting her? Is he really a playboy?] [That's right, the male lead cheating is purely this supporting female's fault.] [If she had shown even a little bit of gentleness and love to the male lead, things wouldn't have come to this.] I sat up straight, refusing to get out of the car. "Either you drive me to my parents' house, or you get out, and I'll drive myself." Arthur let out a long breath. He probably realized I was determined to dig my heels in. Left with no choice, he reluctantly agreed. "Fine, I'll drive you to your parents' house, but you have to let me go once we get there. Don't delay my buddies' business." I didn't say anything. Let you go? You wish. [What is this supporting female doing? Why is she so clingy.] [The female lead's baby is already suffocating in the trunk.] [Is she experiencing chest tightness again? That happens when you're five months pregnant, especially in stuffy air.] [Yes, yes, yes, the female lead's baby's face is flushed red.] [Good thing her belly isn't too big yet, otherwise I really wouldn't dare imagine how she'd survive in such a small space.] I sneered inwardly. If she really dies in there, it won't be my fault. I didn't know she was having an affair in my car. And I wasn't the one who dragged her pregnant belly into the trunk. Just like that, Arthur drove toward my parents' house, restless and irritable the whole way. I sent a message to my mom in advance: [Feed Max some laxatives. I'm coming over right now to take him to the vet. The vet said he needs to take laxatives first to make it easier to get a sample.] My mom replied quickly: [That's great! Max has been having diarrhea and vomiting for days. Hurry up and take him.] I glanced at Arthur; he kept checking the time, probably calculating how much longer the cargo in the trunk could last. I happily leaned back: "Oh, the weather is so nice today. I really want to go for a drive in the suburbs." Arthur's face instantly went pale. "Ancestor, please don't mess around. I really have things to do today." [Can the male lead slap her a few times? Watching this is making me furious.] Go slap your own mother! 4 As soon as we parked below my parents' apartment, we saw my mom standing there holding Max. The moment she saw us, she stamped her feet anxiously. "Oh my, you're finally here. Any longer and I was afraid Max wouldn't be able to hold it." Arthur refused to get out of the car. He impatiently urged me to hurry up and take the gifts upstairs. My mom looked at him in surprise: "Are you that busy on a weekend? You don't even have time to get out and say hi?" I turned and glared at Arthur. "You're really exaggerating. You live in a house my mom bought, drive a car my mom bought, and you disrespect her like this." Arthur couldn't hold it in anymore; he roared at me. "Are you fucking done? I told you my buddies have an emergency, and you still fucking drag this out!" [Beautiful! Well done, male lead!] [Finally grew a spine and taught this damn supporting female a lesson.] [Satisfying! He should have done this to her ages ago.] Arthur angrily gripped the steering wheel tight: "Hurry up and take the gifts up to your dad. I don't have time to waste with you; I have important things to do!" My mom looked at me in shock: "Chloe, did you two have a fight?" I squeezed my mom's arm and took Max from her. "No, don't worry." I opened the back door and shoved Max inside. Arthur glared at me: "What are you doing putting this dead dog in the car? Didn't I tell you to grab your things and leave?" The more anxious he got, the happier I felt: "Max is sick. My parents are going out for a gathering later, so I have to take him to the vet." Hearing this, he excitedly pounded the steering wheel. "I've told you a million times I'm in a hurry! What will it take for you to stop pestering me?" [Look at how he's forcing our male lead. Is this something a normal person would do?] I slammed the back door shut, marched straight to the driver's side, and yanked the door open. "If you're in a hurry, grab a cab and get the hell out! How many times do I have to tell you? This is MY car!" Arthur visibly panicked. He was so nervous he didn't know what to do, his eyes constantly darting toward the digital clock. "Fine, fine! Let's hurry up! I'll navigate to the nearest vet right now. "But let's be clear this time. Once I drop you and this dead dog off, you have to let me go immediately." 5 [Oh my god, our female lead is doing really badly.] [Boohoo, the baby is so pitiful. Her face is pale, and she's having trouble breathing.] [Our baby won't die, right? I'm begging this supporting female to do something human.] I opened my phone and located a vet twenty kilometers away. "No, we have to go to this one. Only the vet here understands Max. If we go anywhere else, I won't get out of the car." Arthur gritted his teeth so hard I thought they might break. The look he gave me was practically setting me on fire! But he had no choice. He could only floor the gas and head that way. Good, this is exactly the feeling I wanted. He was driving so erratically it made me sick. And Max in the back was even more miserable than I was. So the one in the trunk must be the most miserable of us all. [The car is too fast. Is the female lead's baby getting carsick?] [Hold it in, whatever you do, don't throw up, otherwise you'll be discovered.] I smiled in satisfaction. At that moment, Max seemed to have caught the scent of the stranger in the trunk. He kept sniffing the back of the seat. Arthur looked in the rearview mirror, muttering angrily. "Dead dog, what are you sniffing at? I bet he's not even sick, just faking it. "Your whole family loves to fake it. Your dad fakes being important, and your mom fakes being deaf and dumb." I waved my hand dismissively: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, and the husband I married loves to fake being a big shot." Arthur was so angry he slammed on the gas, and my body was thrown forward involuntarily. The seatbelt jerked me back hard, and for a moment, my stomach churned. Just then, a foul stench drifted over from the back seat. I quickly covered my nose and mouth and looked back. Fantastic. I don't know when, but Max had thrown up a massive puddle. He was so nauseous from Arthur's erratic driving that he was currently squatting in the back seat, having explosive diarrhea. That watery liquid was seeping through the cracks in the back seat and flowing into the trunk. [Holy shit! It's flowing all over our female lead's baby.] [So disgusting! The female lead's baby can't hold it in anymore; she's going to throw up.] [Oh no, oh no! Is the supporting female going to discover the female lead? Help!] At that moment, Arthur glanced back, and that one glance made him panic completely! In his desperation, he slammed on the brakes. "Fucking dead dog! I'm going to kill you!" Heh, funny. You'd better think about the consequences of braking suddenly on the highway for no reason first! 6 Arthur had been in such a hurry that he finally managed to squeeze onto the expressway. Braking suddenly at 75 mph, even if the car behind was maintaining a safe distance... It still slammed right into us. The driver behind us got out of his car, cursing. Meanwhile, Arthur was opening the back door, trying to drag Max out. "Fucking dead dog! Today I'm going to throw you right here, and you can just die here!" I anxiously stepped forward to stop him, but Arthur's eyes were already red with rage. "Get down from there, or I'll beat you to death right here!" Saying that, he pulled a hammer out from somewhere in the back seat. He was about to smash Max's head in. I snatched the hammer from his hand. "Don't you dare, Arthur! If you harm a single hair on Max's head today, I'll fight you to the death!" The driver of the car behind us stood by our car, arms crossed, roaring at us. "Are you two fucking crazy? Braking suddenly on the expressway? There's no car in front of you! Get ready to pay up!" Arthur finally calmed down a bit. [The supporting female is such a troublemaker. I really want to reach in and slap her twice.] [Hurry up and throw her and that dead dog on the highway, and take our female lead to the hospital.] [Yeah, the female lead's baby can't hold it in anymore. Look, what's that seeping through her fingers?] [She threw up! Our female lead's baby threw up, so pitiful.] Not enough, this is still not enough. The comments haven't given me the answer I'm looking for yet. Arthur immediately plastered on a fake smile, approaching the man like a lapdog to apologize. The guy was huge; one punch could probably knock both Arthur and me flat. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, big bro. It's all my fault, all my fault. Just name your price, and I'll transfer the money right now." How could that be? That would mean he'd get away in ten minutes! I would absolutely not allow that to happen. I suddenly raised the hammer I had just snatched and smashed it hard onto the trunk lid. Thud! A loud noise startled everyone, making them look at me. "I did nothing wrong! Why are you saying it's our fault? If you had maintained a safe distance, would you still have hit us?" The big guy's expression had just softened, but my provocation instantly made it turn red again. He rolled up his sleeves and was ready to come over and beat me: "What did you say? You're not leaving today! Call the police! I'm calling the police right now!" 7 Arthur was so anxious he was about to cry. He turned around and gave me a hard shove, making me stumble. "What is wrong with you? It was originally our fault. Just pay up and let's go." I simply sat my butt right on the trunk lid, conveniently deepening the dent I had just made. [Move your big butt! Damn supporting female.] [That hit just now already knocked our female lead's baby unconscious.] [It's over, it's over, the female lead has lost consciousness. She's not going to die, is she?] [Boohoo! So pitiful. She finally had a chance to escape her family of origin and be saved by the male lead, only to end up here.] [Yeah, I was still waiting for the male lead to get his hands on the supporting female's family fortune and marry our female lead's baby into the family.] [And then the female lead's baby would return to the university campus, get her master's and Ph.D., and reach the pinnacle of life.] [Damn supporting female, relying on her good family background to bully our female lead.] I tightened my grip on the hammer, a faint smile playing on my lips. Escaping her family of origin, wanting to return to campus. Heh, I finally know who you are. I raised the hammer in my hand and frantically began smashing the trunk lid, clang, clang, clang. "Call the police then! Do you think I'm scared of you? See this? It's my car, and I can smash it if I want to! "You fat pig, don't even dream about scamming money out of me!" "I don't even want this car anymore. When the police come, I'll tell them you caused all the damage." [It's over! The female lead's baby has completely lost consciousness.] [She's starting to foam at the mouth.] [What do we do? The male lead needs to think of something fast. The female lead is bleeding down there, she might lose the baby!] The big guy was so angry his face turned red and pale by turns. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to come over and beat me up. "Come on! Hit me! If you dare touch a single finger of mine, I'll completely destroy my car today! "I'll call a tow truck and have it hauled straight to the scrapyard, crushed into a flat piece of scrap metal." "I'll blame it all on you, tell them you hit it. Let's see what you can do to me!" "Nyah nyah nyah, you fat pig, you fat pig covered in rolls of fat." That completely enraged the big guy. He roared and charged forward, swinging his fists to smash into my body. I nimbly spun around. His two massive fists smashed straight into the trunk. Thud! Arthur's legs gave way, and he fell straight to his knees.
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