Transmigrated in the 90s: I Became the Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Richest Man

Xia Baozhu transmigrated into a book she once read. Her identity in this world is the cannon fodder ex-wife who died early of the male protagonist, the richest man. In order to not be a stumbling b...

Chapter 141 I Need a Wife to Protect Me

Ma Zhaoshi stopped playing games and craned his neck to look at Xia Baozhu's calm, beautiful face as she faced the computer.

It turns out that beautiful women are even more attractive when they play games; they seem to glow, making his heart race.

Stop, stop, he can't look anymore. It's his friend's wife; he can't have any designs on her.

Looking at the little figure running on his computer screen, Ma Zhaoshi felt that he wasn't as good as Xia Baozhu at it, and couldn't help but turn his head to look again.

Then my gaze shifted from the computer screen to that breathtakingly beautiful face.

Needless to say, Sun Xingyan was completely absorbed in Xia Baozhu and the computer, his eyes practically glued to the screen.

Xia Baozhu played for more than twenty minutes. She hadn't played games in a long time, and after getting used to the screen, she became somewhat addicted.

"The game is good, very interesting." She stood up and smiled at the owner of the computer.

The young man with dark glasses blushed visibly. He dared not look Xia Baozhu in the eye and mumbled, "It's alright, it's alright."

Sun Xingyan then realized that all the men in the room were staring at his wife with wide eyes. He felt extremely proud, but at the same time, jealousy surged within him.

He coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention to him, and asked Ma Zhaoshi, "Brother Ma, what do you think?"

Sun Xingyan and Ma Zhaoshi invested a total of 200,000 yuan in the company, 100,000 yuan each, and signed an equity transfer agreement, each holding 20% ​​of the shares.

This is not something that can be done in a day; they still need to apply for a change of registration with the Administration for Industry and Commerce.

This time, Xia Baozhu made it clear that she didn't understand what was going on and didn't want to get involved. Sun Xingyan didn't force her to share the profits like she would when buying a house.

In Sun Xingyan's view, this small company was more like a dreamland for these people. The games were good, but it was difficult to make money from them.

He doesn't need to involve Baozhu in projects that don't make money.

Busy until evening, Ma Zhaoshi simply invited everyone to dinner, and also called Chen Lu and Du Guofeng over.

The group arrived at the restaurant called Haolaifu in two cars.

Xia Baozhu and Lu Qianqian leaned against each other and chatted about clothing and celebrities.

"By the way, Sister Xia, a high school classmate of mine works in logistics on a film set. She said the crew is looking for a role these days, it's a small part, but the requirement is that you have to be absolutely beautiful. I think you'd be perfect for it, why don't you give it a try?"

"We're going back in a few days, there won't be enough time," Xia Baozhu said, not wanting to cause any further trouble.

"Sister-in-law, this is such a great opportunity, why don't you give it a try?" Chen Lu suggested after hearing his girlfriend's words.

"What is it that you'd like to try?" Sun Xingyan asked.

Lu Qianqian recounted the story again.

“Baozhu, I think it’s good too.” Sun Xingyan thought that Xia Baozhu’s appearance could be preserved in the movie, so he also joined in the persuasion.

"Let's try it out first, and if we don't like it, we'll leave."

"Okay." Xia Baozhu agreed, and would inform Lu Qianqian of the specific time after she contacted her classmate.

"Where's Xiao Ma? Why hasn't he come back from the toilet yet?" Du Guofeng, who was drinking with Wang Chunhai, suddenly asked.

"He went out with Xiao Jia just now. I'll go see what's going on between them," said the game developer who had given Xia Baozhu his computer earlier, putting down his chopsticks and getting up.

He ran back shortly after: "Brother Ma and Xiao Jia are stuck in the toilet and can't get out. There's a group of people fighting over there."

Du Guofeng slammed his wine glass on the table: "Women, don't come out. The rest of you come with me to take a look."

The people in the private room started leaving in a rush.

Xia Baozhu and Sun Xingyan walked behind.

"Xingyan, don't let your sister-in-law come out. It's dangerous outside." Du Guofeng called out to Sun Xingyan when he saw Xia Baozhu.

"It's alright, Brother Du, I still need my wife to protect me." Sun Xingyan said shamelessly, holding Xia Baozhu's hand.

Hearing this, Xia Baozhu, who could imagine the expressions on other people's faces, couldn't bear to look. She leaned closer to Sun Xingyan and whispered, "Can you please not say things like that?"

Chen Lu also chimed in with disdain, "I never thought you were this kind of person, Brother Sun. You have no backbone at all."

Of course, everyone thought Sun Xingyan was joking, and they retorted in the same joking tone.

Nobody wants a beautiful woman to end up with a piece of cow dung; that would be such a waste.

The toilet was located in the northwest corner of the lobby on the first floor. A large area of ​​tables and chairs near the toilet had been overturned and scattered on the ground.

It blocked the way in and out of the toilet.

A dozen or so people were fighting each other using chairs and table legs.

Some people were knocked to the ground, curled up on the side, while others, their faces covered in blood, were still desperately swinging bottles at each other.

Ma Zhaoshi's face peeked out briefly, as if he were watching a commotion, but he was quickly startled back by the flying glass bottle.

"It's alright for now, as long as they don't target anyone else." Sun Xingyan put his arm around Xia Baozhu's shoulder and watched the commotion with great excitement.

A dozen or so people fighting back and forth is more direct and exciting than watching a movie, but be careful not to get caught in the crossfire.

Suddenly a bottle flew towards him, but Xia Baozhu quickly reached out and grabbed it, preventing Sun Xingyan from suffering a head injury.

Just as Sun Xingyan was about to dodge, he saw Xia Baozhu catch the bottle that was about to hit him and quickly asked, "Baozhu, does your hand hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Those around gasped in surprise and took two steps back in unison; watching the spectacle was indeed risky.

They admired Xia Baozhu's quick reflexes and ability to catch the bottle with her bare hands; they never imagined that this delicate, flower-like beauty was so capable.

Xia Baozhu looked in the direction the bottle had come from, chose a suitable time, and threw the bottle back.

One person immediately fainted at the scene of the fight, and the evenly matched situation began to break through, with one side pressing the other hard.

Fortunately, it was winter, and everyone was dressed warmly. If it had been summer, the fight might have ended much earlier.

Chen Lu saw Xia Baozhu's movements; she could catch the bottle and hit a moving target accurately. If she had a gun, she would definitely be a sharpshooter.

He changed his view of Xia Baozhu from initially seeing her as Sun Ge's wife to viewing her as a separate individual.

"Thank you, my wife, for saving me, otherwise I would have been disfigured," Sun Xingyan whispered in Xia Baozhu's ear.

The warm, moist air blew onto Xia Baozhu's skin, raising goosebumps.

She tilted her head and awkwardly tidied the strands of hair behind her ear.

"Don't stand so close when you talk, I can hear you." Xia Baozhu's tone was somewhat harsh.

This Sun Xingyan is too good at pushing his luck.

"good."

Sun Xingyan smiled with a hint of barely perceptible smugness. He agreed, but whether he could actually do it was another matter entirely.

A hilarious scuffle was abruptly halted when the police arrived.

Ma Zhaoshi and Jia Hongbo walked out, still feeling unsatisfied.

"It's over so quickly? I haven't had enough!" Ma Zhaoshi walked over with his hands in his pockets, looking regretful.

“Brother Ma, I saw you were terrified just now.” Chen Lu ruthlessly exposed Ma Zhaoshi’s composure.

"I'm pale? Chen Lu, you must have a kindergarten diploma." Ma Zhaoshi slapped Chen Lu hard on the back of the head.