125: Chapter 125 Haven't you been saying you wanted a wife all the time?

Chen Jian's limbs twitched twice. He wasn't dead, but he definitely wouldn't be able to get up for a short while.

The entire process took no more than five seconds.

Wang Lan stood behind Chen Jian, her hand gripping the piece of wood trembling.

It wasn't out of fear, but a muscular reaction after exerting too much force.

She took two breaths and threw the wood onto the ground.

Then she raised her head and looked at Lin Fan.

"I won."

Three words, her voice was hoarse, but there wasn't a shred of lingering fear or guilt. "I hope you keep your word."

Lin Fan looked at Chen Jian on the ground, then glanced at Wang Lan who was standing.

He smiled.

The smile was very faint, revealing no particular emotion.

"A deal's a deal, no problem."

Lin Fan stood up, patted the dust off his trousers, and picked up the shovel again.

"But whether you can stay isn't up to me alone."

Wang Lan's brow twitched.

Lin Fan turned his head and looked at the person standing behind.

"Zhang Tao."

"Brother Fan!"

"Weren't you whining about wanting a wife all day long?"

Before Zhang Tao's brain could process it, his mouth was already wide open.

"Now there's only this one woman left on the island, aren't you tempted?"

Zhang Tao's gaze fell upon Wang Lan.

To be honest, he hadn't really looked Wang Lan over carefully before.

Back at the company, the people from the Finance Department basically had no interactions with the Sales Department. In his impression, Wang Lan was just a middle-aged woman who didn't talk much but dressed flirtatiously. When walking on the road, he only dared to steal glances at her backside.

But now he looked at her seriously.

In her thirties, although she had starved down significantly, her foundation was still there.

Her skin hadn't completely sagged, her frame was well-proportioned, and the places that were supposed to have curves still had them.

She didn't have the untouchable, cold elegance of Su Qingxue, nor the exquisitely sculpted industrial beauty of Liu Feifei.

It was something else.

A mature married woman.

When those two words popped into Zhang Tao's head, his Adam's apple bobbed.

No matter how attractive Su Qingxue and Liu Feifei were, they were taken; he didn't even dare to dream about them.

But Wang Lan was different. Wang Lan was delivered right to him by Lin Fan himself.

Half a minute ago, he was still feeling sick to his stomach over a dead person, but now that a living person was placed before him, that bit of nausea was instantly washed away by a much more primal impulse.

"I want her!"

The speed at which this word popped out of his throat was three times faster than his brain could process.

Lin Fan glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"If you want her, go for it."

He jerked his chin toward Chen Jian on the ground.

"Her husband isn't completely dead yet. If you want some thrills, don't say I taught you..."

Zhang Tao glanced over at Chen Jian.

Chen Jian was lying flat on the ground, a large lump swollen on the back of his head, blood and dust mixed together. He looked like a flattened toad.

His mouth opened and closed, groaning incoherently. He wanted to crawl, his hands propped himself up twice, but his arms went limp and he collapsed back down.

He didn't have the strength to crawl up.

Twenty days of starvation plus that heavy blow to the back of his head meant it was already a miracle he could still breathe.

So the thrill Lin Fan mentioned was this...

Lin Fan dragged the shovel as he walked out, taking two steps before stopping without turning his head.

"Zhang Tao."

"Brother Fan, go ahead."

"After you're done, weigh it yourself. If you think she's obedient and good in bed, then kill Chen Jian and bring Wang Lan up. If you feel uneasy... and she can't serve you properly..."

He dragged out half a beat.

"Then just kill both of them, saves trouble."

This sentence wasn't just meant for Zhang Tao to hear.

Wang Lan's expression changed.

She was a smart person. Translated, Lin Fan's words meant only one thing: her life was now in Zhang Tao's hands.

If she wanted to live, she had to satisfy Zhang Tao.

Make Zhang Tao feel that she was useful, obedient, and worth keeping.

Otherwise, with a single word of uneasiness, she'd go meet King Yama alongside Chen Jian.

Lin Fan didn't stay any longer and walked outside.

There was silence behind him for about a few seconds.

Then came Zhang Tao's voice.

It was completely different from usual.

Usually, Zhang Tao spoke with his tail between his legs, bowing and scraping in front of Lin Fan, walking on eggshells around Zhou Kai, and even observing the wind direction before striking up a conversation with Liu Feifei.

But at this moment, his voice hardened.

"Wang Lan."

"Get your fucking ass over here."

This was the first time in Zhang Tao's twenty-six years of life that he had spoken to a woman in this tone.

It didn't sound like him, yet it sounded uniquely like him.

Suppressed for too long, once he planted his foot on someone else's head, that arrogance surged forth fiercer than anyone's.

"Didn't you hear what Brother Fan said? He told you to serve me."

The rock crevice fell silent for a beat.

Less than a minute later.

The voice coming from deep within the rock crevice changed.

"Xiaotao..."

Wang Lan's voice was like a completely different person from just now.

Hoarse as it was, her entire tone softened, carrying a hint of allure, her tail-end deliberately drawn out long.

"Do you like big sister like this?"

For a woman in her thirties to lower her status to coax a reckless guy in his twenties, she didn't need many methods.

A single sentence, a single look, a single tone of voice.

That was enough.

Zhang Tao's breathing grew heavy.

Then came Chen Jian's voice.

"Wang Lan! You fucking... You bitch!"

A hoarse, broken curse mixed with bloody foam.

Chen Jian lay flat on the ground, blood still streaming down the back of his head. He didn't even have the strength to turn over, but his mouth could still curse.

"I spent seven years with you! Seven years!"

His fingers clawed at the gravel ground. "When did you ever talk to me like that when you were at home? Huh?"

"Seven years! I fucking never heard a single coquettish word from you!"

"By the second year of our marriage, you wouldn't let me touch you! You always said you were tired, said you weren't in the mood. Whenever I reached out, you'd shrink away as if touching something filthy!"

His voice grew louder and more fractured. "Every time, I had to beg you! After begging, you'd still find me annoying, lying there like a block of wood, too lazy to even give an expression!"

"What kind of look did you have on your face when I begged you on my knees? Huh? Utter disgust! As if you were bestowing a favor!"

"You weren't even willing to turn your body over!"

"You made me feel like I wasn't even a fucking man!"

Chen Jian's eye sockets were completely red, his voice no longer sounding human. "And now? Now it's fine..."

"Xiaotao? Do you like big sister like this?"

He mimicked Wang Lan's tone from earlier, distorting and missing the tune, growing more and more deranged as he mimicked it.

"You fucking spent seven years with me, and I never heard a single word of it!"

"You're truly bitch enough to do anything just to stay alive..."

"In the past, you wouldn't even fucking call me husband! You found it disgusting!"

"I poured tea and served water for you for seven years, never daring to disobey your every word! I didn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of you! You wouldn't even let me touch you a little bit more..."

"Just because of a single promise from that asshole Lin Fan, you're willing to do anything?"

"All those cold faces you gave me for seven years, you're paying them all back to a complete outsider today, aren't you?"