Upon learning that Zhao Kun had squandered all the money,
Zhou Ling's vision went black, and she nearly fainted from anger.
"You...you..."
“Your money is all gone. I won it all myself, and it’s only right that I spend it on myself. Ever since I married you, my life has gotten worse and worse. My mother said you’re a jinx, and she’s absolutely right. You, Zhou Ling, bear an unshirkable responsibility for how I’ve become like this. It’s all your fault. Zhou Ling, let me tell you, I’ve put up with you for a long time and have wanted to divorce you for a long time.”
Having escalated the situation to this point, Zhao Kun no longer cared and revealed his true colors.
Hearing such heartless words, Zhou Ling felt both hatred and anger. She regretted it terribly, realizing how foolish she had been to insist on being with Zhao Kun despite everything.
And what happened?
A crushing defeat!
Following Zhao Kun, she never enjoyed a single day of happiness, always experiencing all sorts of unpleasant things. Zhao Kun also failed to achieve anything, and now, she's even become a woman. The most ridiculous thing is that Zhao Kun blames all of this on her.
"You bastard!"
“I gave birth to your daughter, broke ties with others for you, became a laughing stock, and was ridiculed by the whole country, and you, Zhao Kun, think this of me?”
"I'll fight you to the death!"
The more Zhou Ling felt wronged, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became, the more furious she became.
In a flash, Zhou Ling rushed in front of Zhao Kun, grabbed his hair, and with a strong tug, the wig came off, revealing a black mesh headgear underneath. Combined with Zhao Kun's heavy makeup, it was particularly eye-catching.
"I'll teach you to pretend to be a woman, I'll teach you to lie to me, I'll teach you to blame me."
“You don’t deserve it. Anyone can blame me, but you, Zhao Kun, cannot. Give me back my life, give me back everything I’ve lost.”
Seeing the hood in her hand, Zhou Ling became even angrier. After throwing it away, she continued to grab at Zhao Kun, intending to tear off the fake hood on his chest as well.
Zhao Kun was caught off guard by Zhou Ling. He felt the pain from Zhou Ling's grip on his body. As a man, even after the surgery, he still had the strength of a man and raised his hand to slap her.
"roll."
His female characteristics were surgically enhanced; if Zhou Ling were to damage them, he simply couldn't afford a second surgery with his current savings.
"You dare hit me!"
Zhou Ling, who had been slapped hard on the nose, touched her burning face, let out a scream, and pounced on Zhao Kun again like a madwoman.
This time, Zhou Ling hugged Zhao Kun and bit him with her mouth.
Zhao Kun screamed in pain and grabbed Zhou Ling's hair in retaliation. The whole scene was quite explosive, and many people took out their phones to film it.
The fight between the two lasted for about ten seconds before Uncle Hat realized what was happening and quickly intervened, forcibly pulling the two apart.
When Zhao Kun and Zhou Ling were taken away
Zhou Ling then noticed that Zhou Chen was also present. Realizing that Zhou Chen had witnessed everything, Zhou Ling's face burned with embarrassment.
The most embarrassing scene was witnessed by Zhou Chen.
As the two left,
The restaurant fell silent, but at that moment, no one present had any intention of continuing to eat.
The same applies to Zhou Chen and his group of four.
Of course, the biggest blow was to Wang Rui himself.
For Zhou Chen, it was at most a good show to watch, a rare opportunity to witness Zhou Ling and Zhao Kun fighting.
For Wang Rui, this was yet another major setback in his romantic history.
Even though Wang Rui suffered repeated defeats, this experience still caused him great harm and inflicted a deep emotional wound.
On the way back, they didn't dare let Wang Rui drive himself, worried that he might do something rash.
Back in their dorm room, Zhou Chen, Zhang Hao, and Li Wei exchanged glances but didn't mention what happened that day, worried about upsetting Wang Rui.
Wang Rui himself seemed to have lost his soul, lying on the bed without saying a word.
The three of them did not disturb Wang Rui, leaving him space to heal.
Upon entering the corridor,
Li Wei couldn't help but say, "Rui Zi is so pitiful."
Zhang Hao didn't say anything, but his expression showed complete agreement.
"Give Ruizi some time, he'll get better."
Zhou Chen believed that Wang Rui wouldn't give up on himself because of this. His current distress was just a stress reaction after being deceived because he had put his heart into it too much.
It will be fine in a while.
at the same time,
A video on the internet is being clicked like crazy, attracting countless viewers and comments.
The content described is exactly what happened in the restaurant today.
"This is explosive! The ungrateful woman and her husband are having a fight at the restaurant. They deserve it."
"This is karma. That ungrateful Zhou Ling must be regretting it to death."
"She chose this path herself, she deserves it."
"If you want to blame someone, blame her for doing so many bad things. Her man has now become a woman. Haha, that's hilarious."
Because the people in the video are Zhou Ling and Zhao Kun, two controversial figures, the video was widely reposted and spread. In addition, photos posted by some people who were present at the time also attracted a large number of onlookers online.
In an apartment,
Zhou Na put down the phone, turned on her computer, and soon after, she clicked on a video.
After watching the entire video,
Zhou Na's face showed neither joy nor anger, only a deep sense of complexity and emotion.
She knew that this time, Zhou Ling had lost face nationwide and become a complete laughingstock.
Seeing many people saying that this was retribution was very irritating to Zhou Na.
Because she also wronged someone.
However, she wasn't as miserable as Zhou Ling.
Does karma really exist in this world?
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