chapter 10 You dare to take advantage of my wife

"No need!" Rachit said without any hesitation, looking righteous.
Come on, even if Diana had no desires or demands, Rachit couldn't possibly take his wife's money to find other women. There shouldn't be any problem now, but if he truly conquered her heart in the future, wouldn't that become a problem?
If he accepted this bank card today, he'd be a fool.
"You don't want it?" Diana asked, squinting her eyes.
"I don't... I'm not that kind of man," Rachit said with a righteous expression.
"I hope you won't regret it in the future."
"I never regret."
After a deep look at Rachit, Diana took the bank card. She got into bed and said, "Let's sleep!"
Rachit was looking at the pink big bed and swallowed. He conscientiously lay down on his sofa.
...
In the morning, the first thing Rachit did when he opened his eyes was instinctively glance at the pink big bed. The fragrance was retained, but the beauty was gone.
Diana must have gone to the company.
He got up, freshened up, and went downstairs.
Seeing him come down, Eartha, as always, put on a sour face and coldly snorted, "Useless man!"
"Insane!" Before this Rachit couldn't speak. He couldn't fight back. But now he could speak and instinctively fought back.
"Huh?" Eartha was surprised, "Trash, you can talk now?"
Rachit rolled his eyes. Every time this mother-in-law called him, he was either a useless man, trash, or idiot. Couldn't she use some fresh terms?
"Even if you can talk now, so what? Trash is still trash, garbage is still garbage. Still acting so high and mighty. If you were smart, you'd divorce Diana immediately. Otherwise, when Mr. Berry comes back, you, this trash, won't even know how you're going to die."
"Heh..." Rachit laughed angrily, glaring and saying, "Who the hell managed to reduce the market value of the Cyrus Group from nearly 10 billion dollars to just over 3 billion dollars in a year? And you have the nerve to call me trash? I think you're the trash here, right? Mr. Berry? Heh... I'm waiting for him to come back. I want to see how he'll make me die."
"Eating at my place, drinking at my place, and still daring to scold me. Let's see how I will deal with you?"
Seeing Eartha lunging towards him, Rachit rolled his eyes. He was too lazy to deal with this cheap mother-in-law. He opened the door and walked out. He aimlessly strolled down the street.
Finally, he stopped in front of an old-fashioned building.
Fragrant Sky Pavilion.
The name sounded good, but it was just an ordinary teahouse.
Rachit went in, up to the second floor, and sat at a table by the street. He ordered a pot of Earl-grey tea.
"Isn't that the son-in-law picked up by the Cyrus family?"
"Oh... seems like it! Isn't this guy meditating like a fool at the park of Zintech City every day? Why is he here today?"
"Even fools get tired sometimes, huh... Tired of the park, now he's come here to meditate."
"But this fool has some luck. He married Diana, one of the three beauties of Zintech City."
"Hey, haven't you heard? It's been over a year, and he still hasn't climbed into Diana's bed. Facing such a beauty, he can only look without touching. That's not luck, it's a crime!"
"What are these Three Beauties of Zintech City you're talking about?"
"Aren't you from Zintech City? Let me tell you, the Three Beauties of Zintech City are the three most beautiful women in our Zintech City."
"Who are these three women?"
"The noble and elegant Diana, the charming Faithe, and the dignified and luxurious Karen."
Facing the discussions of the crowd, Rachit remained calm. Over this past year, he had heard plenty of mocking words and had grown accustomed to them.
Ignoring these people, Rachit looked out the window at the bustling crowd.
Observing the various aspects of the world is also an important lesson in cultivation.
However, one person interrupted his observation.
Rachit slowly turned his head. He squinted his eyes and looked at the somewhat abrupt young man in front of him.
"Are you the son-in-law picked up by Diana?" the young man asked arrogantly.
Rachit nodded slightly.
"Smack!"
A check landed on the table in front of Rachit. He glanced at it, seeing an amount of 100,000 dollars written on it.
"What do you mean by this?" Rachit asked, squinting his eyes.
"Huh... Aren't you mute? How can you speak?" The young man paused. Whether Rachit was mute or not didn't interest him. "Can speak is much better!"
"What do you want?"
"I'll give you this 100,000 dollars to do something for me."
"What thing?"
"Smack!"
The young man slapped a package containing what seemed to be a date rape drug on the table and pushed it towards Rachit. He said, "Mix this drug in water and make your wife drink it."
A hint of sharpness flashed in Rachit's eyes as he coldly asked, "And then?"
"Deliver your wife to my bed," the young man said with a lecherous expression.
"Heh..." Rachit laughed in anger. Did this guy think he was a fool?
"Why are you laughing?"
"Smack!"
Rachit didn't answer verbally but responded to the jerk in front of him with a slap. Daring to have designs on his wife. He didn't know his place.
"Ah..."
With a scream, the young man was sent flying.
"Damn, that idiot son-in-law dared to hit Mr. Benz?"
"Who is Mr. Benz?"
"He's Donahue, the young master of the Skies Benz Group."
"The Skies Benz Group? That's a huge conglomerate with assets exceeding 10 billion dollars!"
"Indeed, forget about this idiot son-in-law, even if his wife came, she'd probably have to look up to Mr. Benz. This guy dared to hit Mr. Benz, heh... truly doesn't know how is he going to die."
"But hey, what did Mr. Benz say to this idiot son-in-law just now? He made this guy so angry?"
"It's too far, who could hear it!"
"Regardless of the reason, hitting Mr. Benz means he won't have to wait a year for Mr. Berry to come looking for trouble. He's done for now."
"Do you fucking know who I am? How dare you hit me?" Donahue shouted angrily at Rachit while lying on the ground.
"I don't care who you are. Dare to have designs on my wife? Hmph... I'll beat you until you can't care for yourself!"
As he spoke, Rachit kicked Donahue, sending him flying and crashing onto a table several meters away.
"Crack!" The table shattered.
Coincidentally, a sharp broken wood chip pierced Donahue's crotch.
"Pop!"
An eggs cracking sound reverberated in the teahouse's hall. Leaving everyone stunned. Was Donahue now rendered incapable of harming women?