After dinner, Yao Xin, who never lifted a finger in the kitchen, volunteered to wash the dishes and clear the table.
"You two go for a walk; I'll take care of this," she said.
Her phone was on silent, but Xu Bin noticed several missed calls. She didn't pick up any of them.
After their walk, the three women gathered in the air-conditioned living room. Yao Xin, with her extensive experience in splurging, taught her sister and mother how to use the Apple system and change SIM cards. She was quite reliable in this area.
Xu Bin rushed back to the room and entered the system's interface, using his all-knowing cheat to activate God's perspective and see what Yao Xin had been up to that afternoon.
The footage was from a pawn shop's security camera. The shop owner picked up Yao Xin's LV bag and shook his head, "The condition is poor; I can only offer 2,000, and that's pushing it."
Yao Xin was surprised, "2,000? I bought this for 23,000!"
"The others take care of their bags, getting them serviced and rotating them. Yours is clearly well-used and not maintained. Look at this scuff; the leather is peeling."
"You might want to try elsewhere."
Yao Xin, not ready to give up, went to another shop, but their assessment was even worse. They said the bag was too worn out to be worth repairing and was an outdated model with no collectible value. They advised her not to bother with repairs.
Rejected, Yao Xin returned to the first shop but this time brought all three of her bags.
"The other two are too worn, but this one is passable. Though it's not a high-end model," the shop owner said, still unimpressed.
Luxury items depreciate quickly if they aren't classic or limited-edition pieces. Many gold diggers sell their bags soon after buying them, flooding the second-hand market.
In the end, Yao Xin sold all three bags for 11,000, a far cry from the 80,000 she originally paid. She felt like crying. These bags had been her downfall, trapping her in a web of deceit with Zhang Xinda, a fake rich second-generation scumbag.
Yao Xin married Zhang right after graduation, a mistake that defined her tragic journey. As a vain and materialistic woman, she fell for Zhang's act, blinded by his seemingly lavish lifestyle. With her looks and figure, any wealthy businessman would have snapped her up, but she ended up with a con artist.
Xu Bin smirked, remembering how Zhang had posed as a playboy, driving a sports car—though it was likely a used, flooded wreck.
Yao Xin immediately transferred 8,000 to her aunt, Shen Yuechen, keeping 3,000 for herself in WeChat.
"Brother-in-law, any news from your friend?" Yao Xin messaged.
Xu Bin replied, "None yet."
She must be panicking, he thought. He needed to find an opportunity to exploit her vulnerability.
He messaged his younger sister-in-law and Xiao Miaomiao, keeping those lines active.
His younger sister-in-law was still flirting, maintaining a seductive atmosphere, while Xiao Miaomiao's messages were becoming more explicit, repeatedly asking if he had made a move on his sister-in-law.
"I notice that every time we talk about brother-in-law, you get a bit flustered. Have you made a move on her?" she asked.
"You're overthinking it. Maybe it's because I'm handsome," he replied.
"Modest! I want an iPhone 14 too, brother-in-law," she teased, sending a selfie in her lingerie, her body smooth and white as tofu, her breasts full and inviting, her cleavage deep and enticing.
"Poor Xiao Miaomiao, stuck with cheap underwear," she added, hinting at her desires.
"Should I ask my sister if she's working this weekend? You want to stay over with her?" he asked.
"Please do," she replied, her intentions clear.
This little vixen knew how to tease, and Xu Bin was already aroused. He wondered why his mother-in-law's friends could trigger tasks, but his sister-in-law's friends couldn't. Was it some sort of virgin hierarchy?
*Ding... Search results: Zhang Xinda's first car was a used Hyundai Coupe, a second-hand import. Current value is unknown.*
Xu Bin cursed under his breath, remembering the car. It was a rare sight, a Hyundai posing as a sports car, all style and no substance. The mechanics at the repair shop joked that it was the perfect car to impress naive girls, with its flashy exterior hiding a pathetic engine.
He felt a pang of sympathy for Yao Xin, taken in by such a cheap trick. If only a real wealthy man had taken notice, her life might have turned out differently. But no, she fell for a country bumpkin's idea of a sports car.
Around 10 PM, Xu Bin was in bed with his freshly showered wife, cuddling and kissing.
"Sorry, I was busy with the check-up today and didn't have time to take care of you," Yao Nan apologized, her voice soft. "Can I try something? I want to make you feel good."
Xu Bin played with her breasts, licking his lips, "Go ahead, I'm all yours."
Yao Nan smiled seductively and took him in her mouth, her eyes closed in pleasure as she sucked and licked, her movements slow and worshipful. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
His phone buzzed, and he glanced at it. It was a message from Yao Xin: "Any news from your friend?"
"Give me a sec, babe. I'll be right back," he said, his voice husky with desire.
"Take your time, I won't stop," she murmured, her mouth full.
He opened the camera and recorded a few seconds of her deep-throating him, her eyes watering but determined. He saved the video, his heart pounding with excitement.
Just as he put the phone down, Yao Nan moved lower, taking his balls in her mouth, sucking gently while stroking his shaft. She moaned, her voice muffled, "I wish I had more mouths so I could pleasure you everywhere at once..."
Her dirty talk was music to his ears, and he felt his climax building.