100 ways to kill your husband

Chapter 11, 5th difficulty increase

Wen Xu was trying to fool Tang Lin, but he couldn't see any emotion in Tang Lin other than surprise. Could it be that Tang Lin hadn't colluded with Lu Heng this time?

Although Wen Zeyu had left, Chen Lei's gaze towards Wen Xu held a hint of worry.

"Xuxu, I don't think your dad will give up so easily. I have some money on hand, how about I lend it to you to tide you over?"

"No way! You have your own mortgage, and you're eating instant noodles by the end of the month. How can I take your money?"

Tang Lin then feigned concern, saying, "I know you'll find a way, Xuxu. Good luck!"

Chen Lei, Qiao Shan, and Wen Xu were friends since high school. Although they went to different universities, their friendship did not fade. Tang Lin, who joined them in college, quickly became friends with them thanks to his sweet talk and efficient work style.

Wen Xu used to admire Tang Lin. She was so poised and understanding, and always there to encourage him. But now, he realized that most of her words were just empty talk and empty slogans that didn't help at all.

Tang Lin, realizing there was no point in watching, hurriedly answered a phone call and left. Wen Xu noticed the caller was an unfamiliar number, but not the one Lu Heng had previously used to call her. She wasn't in a hurry to investigate; if the two were involved, she would catch them sooner or later.

"Xuxu, are you sure you don't need to? Actually, I've made some money from my fund recently, so I can still come up with 50,000 yuan."

Although 50,000 yuan is only one percent of five million, it is all Chen Lei can afford. Chen Lei has a younger brother, and her parents are migrant workers without social security. They stopped supporting her after she went to university. Even if their gatherings cost more than 100 yuan per person, Chen Lei would ask for leave. Let alone saving money, Wen Xu couldn't bear to rob her.

Wen Xu reached out and pinched Chen Lei's chubby cheeks, saying, "No need for money, but there's something I need you to find out for me."

Chen Lei's eyes lit up as soon as she heard that. When it comes to gathering information, she's second to none; she's the kind of person who can talk a taxi driver into depression.

Su Yi coldly watched Wen Xu and Chen Lei whispering to each other. He could hear them clearly even when they were speaking in hushed tones; that was the difference between them.

He chuckled, but only the corner of his mouth twitched on his flawless face; the rest of his muscles remained stiff, and his glass-bead-like eyes stared straight at Wen Xu.

She thought she could change things, but in reality, nothing could be changed.

A line of text appeared next to the screen that was floating in the air: "Increase the difficulty of the reality show?" He chose yes, changing the difficulty of the reality show from C to B.

Wen Xu had just parted ways with Chen Lei outside the coffee shop when she felt someone following her.

This area is a comprehensive commercial district, and there used to be many shops, but they have all closed their roller shutters, and even the large parasols in front of the doors have been taken down. A typhoon is hitting today, and the once lush sycamore trees have been blown bare. Wen Xu hugged the trunk of a sycamore tree by the street, her long hair blowing into her mouth, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, and raindrops falling like pebbles onto her back and shoulders.

If this continues, she'll be blown away. If she gets blown away and killed by the typhoon this time, who will win between her and Lu Heng? There's no chance to ask Su Yi questions today; the only way to find out the answer is to verify it herself. But she has other things to know; it's not time for her to die yet.

The clouds on the horizon grew heavier, enveloping her in darkness. Leaning against the trunk of a sycamore tree by the roadside, she gripped the trunk in front of her with one hand, waiting for the next gust of wind to loosen her grip before letting go of the trunk behind her. In this way, she slowly moved and barely made her way to the doorway of a building.

The shed in front of the doorway, meant for shelter from the rain, was an illegally constructed wooden shell. She grabbed it and shook it; the entire shell swayed. It was so flimsy that it might be blown away at any moment. She took a few more steps back into the doorway, and then she heard a loud crash. A metal "GG" sign slammed onto the wooden shell in front of the doorway, and the rotten wood instantly crumbled, being blown away piece by piece by the wind.

She took two steps back, still shaken, but then heard a car horn honking in the wind and rain. Even the best car would be bumpy in this kind of weather. The car stopped in front of the doorway.

Wen Xu guessed that it was someone from this building, but when she looked up, she saw that the windows in the corridor were all boarded up. She walked to a house and found that the word "Demolish" was written in red on the doors of the first-floor residents.

No one could possibly live in this building. If someone was also seeking shelter from the typhoon, they should have driven another 500 meters to the coffee shop ahead, instead of stopping next to this desolate building. They were the people chasing her.

Of course, there's also the possibility that she might be a bit slow on the uptake and not react in time. But every time she's reborn, she jumps to a critical juncture that determines life or death; it's impossible for her to simply have an argument with Wen Zeyu and get through it safely.

Wen Xu tiptoed upstairs, trying to quietly increase the distance between herself and them. During the process, she did not forget to listen to the commotion downstairs. There were about five or six people coming, and she could hear them cursing and complaining.

"Where did that bastard Wen Zeyu run off to? He said he'd wait for us at the coffee shop!"

"Don't let me find him! Or I'll break one of his legs!"

Wen Xu understood. Her father was lying to both sides. On the surface, he invited her to the coffee shop to discuss things, but secretly he also arranged to meet with his creditors. He chickened out and ran away first, and Wen Xu left earlier than the agreed time.

If they discovered her at that moment, she would be torn to pieces. Just as Wen Xu was about to move up quietly, she saw someone looking up through the gap in the stairs, their eyes meeting hers. Those were bloodshot eyes, and she stared even wider in surprise.

"Wen Xu is up there! Wen Zeyu must be up there too!"

Wen Xu had only one thought: run up! But when she reached the top floor, she realized she had misjudged the situation. The path leading to the rooftop was firmly locked with iron chains, and the doors of the four apartments were also tightly shut. Only the windows in the corridor were missing their frames, letting in a howling wind.

She cautiously poked her head out of the window; there were no emergency exits for her to escape.

As the footsteps of the people below drew closer, she told herself to stay calm. This reality show was called "100 Ways to Kill Your Husband," and she couldn't jump into a plot unrelated to the main storyline. If she brought down a disaster she couldn't resolve, then all the viewers would see was her one-sided torture, and such a storyline couldn't last.

She leaned out the window again. About 500 meters away, there was a black Maybach parked. Although Wen Xu couldn't see the license plate, she knew it was Lu Heng's car.

At that moment, her phone rang as well; Lu Heng's call and Chen Lei's WeChat message arrived almost simultaneously.

"Xuxu, it was indeed Lu Heng who recommended Wuren Company to your father's drinking buddies."

Wu Ren Company is the company that runs a Ponzi scheme. Wen Xu finished reading Chen Lei's message, while Lu Heng's phone was still ringing.

What was he hoping for? She answered the phone, crying and begging him to come and rescue her. He was less than 500 meters from the abandoned building; he would surely arrive in time, and she would be overwhelmed with gratitude, falling into his trap once again.

Wen Xu hung up the phone, and those people ran up to the fourth floor.