CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 37: WHAT’S WRONG WITH BEING A MISTRESS?

[This question feels kind of familiar.]

[I counted on my fingers and felt like the destined one’s head is probably a little green.]

Midnight Memory didn’t think much of it.

"You can say whatever you want."

"I’ve forgiven you all."

[???]

Mu Yunchu’s gaze lingered on the face of the destined one, not only did she not answer the question, but she also countered by asking, "Are you sure you want to ask this question?"

[What’s going on, I feel like there’s something unusual here.]

Midnight Memory nodded lightly twice, pouting, "Yes, I do want to ask this."

"I have everything else, I just want to know if I can marry him."

Although the destined one wasn’t very likable, seeing her speak like this, some netizens couldn’t help but advise:

[Why do you have to do this, why tie your whole life to one man?]

Midnight Memory wanted to refute.

But Mu Yunchu was quicker.

Her expression was subtle, somewhat speechless: "You won’t get married."

"Because you’re the mistress."

[???]

[What?]

[Damn, the mistress is still flaunting, aren’t you embarrassed?]

Once everyone heard she was the mistress, they finally found an outlet for their pent-up anger.

Especially wondering, are mistresses these days this arrogant? Not only boldly showing superiority on screen but also wanting to marry someone else’s husband.

[Considering the words of the destined one just now... everything she’s enjoying now belongs to someone else’s husband?]

[*￥#&@%...]

[You should be thankful this live stream can’t curse at you.]

...

Even though everyone was saying this, Midnight Memory’s face showed no trace of shame.

She didn’t feel at all that there was anything wrong with her actions.

Midnight Memory couldn’t help but say, "What’s wrong with being a mistress?"

"We’re truly in love!"

"He only stays with his wife out of responsibility, there’s no more affection."

[...]

[Really hopeless.]

[I’m afraid she’ll say next: those who aren’t loved are the third party.]

[Sigh... Such a young girl, with a beautiful future, why destroy her own path?]

"I don’t think so." Midnight Memory rolled her eyes, "Isn’t my life now way better than most of yours?"

"Plus, my husband is young, handsome, and rich, isn’t that better than marrying a short, poor, and ugly man and becoming a neglected wife?"

[I suddenly understand why polygamy was abolished...]

[I remembered a saying online, if you could really have multiple wives, even becoming the 108th concubine of your idol would be better than marrying a commoner.]

[You can’t say it like that...]

"Anyway, you don’t have to persuade me anymore, you have no idea what kind of fairy life I’m leading right now."

Since graduating, she hasn’t worked a day in her life.

"Not to mention, this villa, it’s the most expensive villa in our city. We have housekeepers cleaning and cooking for me, and a luxury car waiting when I go out."

And she can travel all over the country whenever she wants, she can leave at a moment’s notice.

No 996 working hours, no boss’s mood to endure.

"Just in my closet, there are dozens of luxury bags."

"Everything I own now, you lowly people won’t ever touch in your lifetime."

Midnight Memory even thought that following this man was the best decision of her life.

[Wow... Your face is thicker than I imagined. ]

But to be honest, she occasionally felt a bit down.

Who wouldn’t want to openly show their lover?

If possible, of course, she wouldn’t want to hide in this villa like a canary.

"So I want them to divorce, I want to be the one standing next to my boyfriend in the sun."

[I’m at a loss for words.]

[Don’t you feel a little guilty towards the man’s first wife?]

Midnight Memory pouted.

"We’ll provide her with some compensation."

They got married roughly fifteen years ago, back when her boyfriend started from scratch and worked hard to achieve his current wealth.

"He said his wife was there during the toughest times, so he can’t easily divorce."

"But I think, her fifteen years of youth, a million should be enough, right."

Anyway, this amount of money is nothing to her boyfriend.

"And I won’t mind."

[??? Excuse me, where do you get the standing to mind?]

Midnight Memory’s tone was quite self-assured:

"Once we marry, it’ll be joint property, won’t paying his ex-wife require my consent?"

[Wow... This is eye-opening. ]

Netizens were truly speechless at her antics.

But they couldn’t curse, leaving a lump in their throats, stuck, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Midnight Memory was still fantasizing about their future life together.

[Didn’t you forget? The host already said, you won’t get married.]

"Oh..." Midnight Memory shrugged, "That’s surely because his wife won’t let go."

"Sigh... After all, she has mental illnesses, when she goes crazy, she hurts others and herself."

She seemed slightly annoyed for a moment.

Then, like she had figured something out, "Doesn’t matter, if we don’t divorce, we don’t divorce, I’m willing to stay by him like this."

[!!!]

"With money, I’m not losing out."

Just as the atmosphere in the live stream was becoming uncontrollable.

Mu Yunchu suddenly asked her, "Have you considered, that money isn’t your boyfriend’s?"

She slightly furrowed her brow, her calm eyes looked at Midnight Memory without any sorrow or joy.

"But it’s his wife’s."

"Impossible!"

[Wow... things are getting interesting, the man spends his wife’s money to support a mistress?]

[Feels like the man deserves more condemnation!]

Midnight Memory had never had such a big reaction since the call started.

She sat up from the leather sofa.

"How could it be his wife’s money!"

"I secretly visited their company, and they all call him boss."

"And if he was really spending his wife’s money, how could he buy so many things."

This entire house, conservatively speaking, is worth at least tens of millions.

Her eyes darted around, trying to recall past events, finding no loopholes.

If this is the case, then there’s only one possibility left.

She squinted at Mu Yunchu, "You must be lying to me, right?"

Midnight Memory even thought that Mu Yunchu was jealous of her, which is why she said such things.

Mu Yunchu: "..."

This woman is difficult to judge.

But Mu Yunchu could see, that the man having an affair is even harder to judge.

"All other things can be verified if you want."

"As for the things in the house..." Mu Yunchu paused slightly, "They’re all high-quality replicas."