My Weak Lover Became A Weird Boss - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Married for Seven Years, My Lover Won’t Come Home.

Married for seven years, my lover comes home less and less. Should I do something about it?

1L: The seven-year itch has arrived. You’re an old married couple; to be honest, nowadays I can’t even bring myself to kiss my husband’s mouth.

2L: In this situation, we usually refer to them as “ex-husbands.”

3L: Is the Original Poster (OP) a housewife? Does the husband “turn over the public grain” (hand over his salary/perform duties) when he comes back? How’s the situation?

OP: No, I have my own job. What is “public grain”? Salary? I have his salary card in my hands.

4L: …doi (s*x).

OP: He does it the moment he gets home. Generally speaking, it lasts all night. The situation is quite intense.

5L: When did he start not coming home?

6L: The kids could probably form a soccer team by now. Just live your own lives separately.

7L: Agreed with the person above. Posting a link here, OP can go in and find the answer yourself.

Link—If your husband gave you 3 million a month and didn’t come home, would you be willing (strikethrough) how would you spend it?

“Take a look, how much celery do you want?”

Before Wen Zhu had time to click on the link, he was pulled back by the shouting of a vegetable vendor.

He was wearing a well-fitted windbreaker, tall with long legs, and possessed a crisp, cold temperament that seemed entirely out of place in this messy market filled with the smells of earth and fish.

Wen Zhu casually stuffed his phone into his pocket and precisely picked a bunch of celery out of the pile. The pile was mixed with quite a few leftovers from yesterday and the day before, yet he skillfully picked out the freshest one: “Just wrap this bunch for me.”

The joints of his fingers were beautiful—slender, a fact that even the black rubber gloves couldn’t hide.

With a sharp eye and a proven track record, no one in the market dared to underestimate him.

“Professor Wen, eating alone again today?” the vendor asked casually while packing the vegetables.

“Oh, how is that possible!” An auntie chopping ribs nearby laughed, pointing her knife at the things in Wen Zhu’s hand—a heavy bag of pork ribs. “Professor Wen buys so much meat every day; one person living at home couldn’t possibly eat that much.”

Wen Zhu smiled and didn’t explain.

Lately, he was indeed the only one cooking at home, but there was also a “domestic pet” with a rather large appetite.

Professor Wen seemed to be a very contradictory person.

He could hardly stand even the chalk dust from his lectures; he had to wash his hands halfway through a class.

Despite being such a germaphobe, he particularly loved visiting the wet market.

The smell of fish, the scent of fresh meat, the earthy tang of fresh mud on vegetable leaves, the sound of a cleaver hitting a chopping board, and the steam rising from a basket of buns.

It carried a sense of security found in the mundane details of domestic life.

“Mom, look! A big plane!”

“You child… don’t point!”

Just as he left the market, Wen Zhu was blocked at the entrance by a crowd looking up at the spectacle.

—Vrrrrm!

Sharp wings sliced through the air currents, snapping loudly like blades cutting the wind.

He followed the crowd’s gaze upward. Several forest-green armed helicopters had appeared out of nowhere, hovering and circling above.

A few “iron birds” powerfully broke through the low-hanging clouds in the distance, appearing as though they were preparing to land in Linjiang City.

For some reason lately, things seemed to be becoming increasingly unsettled.

It wasn’t until the silhouettes of the helicopters vanished that the crowd gradually thinned out, and Wen Zhu managed to squeeze his way out.

It was exactly the evening rush hour.

The market was located in one of the most congested areas at this time of day. It took over half an hour for a white Volkswagen to accept his ride request.

When Wen Zhu was picked up, there were already two people sitting in the car.

One in the passenger seat, one in the back.

His gaze lingered briefly on the passenger seat.

“Master, I didn’t request a carpool,” Wen Zhu said, frowning.

“Oh, young man, just squeeze in. You’re not going far, are you?” The driver’s voice was hoarse as he chuckled twice. A pair of dark, mung-bean-sized eyes darted around in the rearview mirror. “Traffic is heavy tonight. We’re all heading the same way, it’s not easy for anyone.”

The crease between Wen Zhu’s brows deepened. The car behind was already honking, so he said nothing more and bent down to get into the car.

With four people in the car, the air was definitely not good.

Wen Zhu rolled down the window. The flowing wind blew the stray hairs back from his face, revealing a red mole on his ear.

“Professor Wen…?”

An excited voice came from the seat beside him.

Hearing this, Wen Zhu turned his head. It was a handsome young man.

Very young, but the face was unfamiliar.

The boy grinned, showing a row of white teeth, and immediately pointed to the school badge on his backpack: “I’m a student at Lin University. I sat in on one of your classes!”

“Hello,” Wen Zhu socialized with a few polite words. “Heading back to school at this hour?”

The school and Wen Zhu’s home were indeed on the same route.

The student was named Zhou Sui, from the Physical Education department. He was about to graduate and had rented a place near the school to prepare for the civil service exam.

“Professor Wen, I heard there’s a psychopathic serial killer near the school. You have to be careful when you go to work.” Zhou Sui’s expression was serious. Fearing Wen Zhu wouldn’t believe him, he added a vivid, exaggerated description: “That killer’s tongue is half a meter long—it can strangle a person to death!”

Before Wen Zhu could speak, the driver laughed first: “How can there be such a person? Is that even human? You must have seen a ghost, kid.”

“Yes, there is!” Zhou Sui shook his head at the rearview mirror, retorted, “My roommate saw it with his own eyes.”

“For real?”

His expression was dead serious.

“How could it be fake? The tongue sticks out of the mouth and can wrap around a whole lamppost, with a bloody maw. I’m telling you, don’t even mention how—”

Zhou Sui’s voice suddenly became strangely dry. He seemed to have seen something; his tone became wooden: “How scary…”

Then it got smaller and smaller, eventually fading to nothing.

His dark pupils shrank in terror. It was impossible for Wen Zhu not to notice something was wrong; he instinctively followed the boy’s gaze.

In the small rearview mirror, the middle-aged man’s oily skin began to twist. It was as if something was impatiently churning beneath the thick layers of fatty tissue, pulling the facial muscles out of place.

“You young people just love to spread rumors—”

He was still speaking as if nothing was wrong, but his voice had become hollow. From his opening and closing fat lips, a tongue as red as blood suddenly shot out.

With a slick, greasy fluid, it licked a full circle around his lips. Thick, murky saliva dripped from his chin, and just before it hit his thigh, the blood-red tongue—lined with barbs as if it were extending from the root—made a “slurp” sound and coiled the fluid back in.

This horrifying sight was enough to give even Wen Zhu, with his germaphobia, goosebumps.

The driver’s mung-bean eyes circled around his bloodshot sclera, locking eyes with Zhou Sui through the rearview mirror. He suddenly let out two “he-he” laughs.

Combined with that fat-headed, big-eared face, it actually held a bizarre sense of “honest” simplicity.

Even a fool could see something was wrong.

Zhou Sui’s features froze in terror. He let out a howl and immediately started yanking at the door handle.

Unfortunately, the mutated driver was prepared; the doors were dead-locked.

“Oh, f*ck!” Zhou Sui didn’t care that his most respected professor was sitting right there. His breath came in gasps as he stared at the face in the mirror and screamed, “Professor, he, he, he…”

He turned his head and saw that the professor’s face was pale with fright, yet he still reached out to pat the back of Zhou Sui’s hand to comfort him: “I know. I have eyes. Stay calm.”

“Calm, calm… call the police… right, I’ll call the police first.” Zhou Sui fished out his phone.

The car had sped off to who-knows-where; at the critical moment, there was no signal.

The car speeded up more and more. The surrounding buildings became increasingly unfamiliar. This was absolutely not the road to Lin University!

Zhou Sui forced himself to calm down and looked at Wen Zhu.

Wen Zhu also held his phone and shook his head.

Zhou Sui didn’t give up. Finally, after a silent confrontation with the driver in the rearview mirror—whose eyes had swollen into massive pustules—he wiped his face in terror, mustered his courage, leaned forward, and shook the passenger in the front seat: “Bro, does your phone have a charge?”

The “big-hearted” bro didn’t say a word.

“He’s still f*cking sleeping?! The driver’s head is about to fester and turn into a giant abscess! Wake up and call the police!!”

Zhou Sui felt that the texture under his hand was completely wrong, but before he could react.

The passenger in the front seat suddenly moved.

He slumped down from the seat like a dried husk. His spine seemed to have been dissolved by the kind of “corpse-dissolving water” seen in movies. Only a bag of skin and bones remained, twisting down toward Zhou Sui in a deformed manner.

The next second, a shriveled scalp landed lightly on Zhou Sui’s arm.

The visual impact of this scene was truly hair-raising.

Visible goosebumps instantly climbed up Zhou Sui’s arm.

“Holy f*ck!”

He violently shook off the scalp, nearly falling onto his knees from the seat. He grabbed Wen Zhu’s arm with a death grip, his screams echoing through Wen Zhu’s entire head.

Zhou Sui didn’t even dare use his eyes to look at what kind of monster the driver had turned into; he closed his eyes and buried his head firmly against Wen Zhu.

A tall guy over 1.8 meters turned into an ultimate “whining ghost” against Wen Zhu’s body; a university student’s tears fell the moment they were called.

Wen Zhu had a bit of a headache: “Are you planning to just cry the monster to death?”

“…” Zhou Sui looked up.

“A very sophisticated creative idea,” Professor Wen encouraged.

Professor Wen’s insistence on “encouragement-based teaching” even in this situation finally awakened Zhou Sui’s remaining shred of sanity.

The car sped violently. In his sobbing, Zhou Sui somehow bumped into Wen Zhu’s prominent collarbone, making his teeth ache.

He looked up and saw Professor Wen’s pale cheeks; his thin body looked precarious on the wildly swaying car seat.

Zhou Sui’s conscience briefly flickered to life.

He was a “real man” from the Physical Education department who had practiced combat for two years, after all.

He couldn’t possibly let his teacher stand in front of him, right?

The white Volkswagen drifted and came to a stop outside an abandoned iron factory of unknown origin in the middle of the night, sinking deeply into the darkness.

The moment the car stopped, Zhou Sui heard the sound of the locks clicking open and immediately pulled Wen Zhu along as they bolted out.

In his panic, Wen Zhu grabbed his bag of groceries.

The driver had brought them to some godforsaken wilderness. Wild grass swayed in the cold wind, crisscrossing and waving haphazardly like bared tentacles under the moonlight.

Only the desolate light of the moon spilled down. The shadows made the folds of flesh around the driver’s mouth look like two crawling centipedes. The driver’s frozen, stiff face became even more eerie.

“So hungry.” His blood-red tongue darted frantically out of his mouth, then curled with reserved restraint in the air. A long strand of it dangled from the corner of his mouth as his burning gaze landed on Wen Zhu. “You must be delicious, right?”

“F*ck, you dead freak.” Zhou Sui’s heart pounded as if filled with blood. He snatched a piece of discarded rebar from his feet and swung it at the driver.

The rebar flew out of his hand and missed.

Zhou Sui really wished he had chosen to practice the javelin back then, but track and field wasn’t bad either at least he could immediately drag Wen Zhu into a sprint.

Along the way, the sound of the plastic bag in Professor Wen’s other hand clashing and rubbing together was particularly jarring in the silent “Battle Royale” scenery of the wilderness.

Zhou Sui roared in a breakdown: “Professor! Even at a time like this, you didn’t forget to bring the vegetables!!”

“Otherwise, what am I going to eat tonight?” With the wind howling in his ears, Wen Zhu could only shout back as he ran.

“If we run any slower, we’ll only be eating dirt in a grave!”

The mutated driver didn’t mind.

Now the meat and vegetables were all present it was going to be a very healthy feast.

His feet seemed to have turned into the webbed feet of an amphibian; his jumping power was staggering. With his blood-red tongue dangling, he leaped up from behind.

The moonlight was instantly shrouded in blackness.

Zhou Sui braked in shock, watching as the driver traced an arc over their heads and landed directly in front of them. His bloated fat jiggled up and down from the speed of the wind; the scene was terrifying beyond words.

He had long since ceased to look human.

Three shadows intertwined haphazardly under the moonlight, twisting and elongating until their original shapes were unrecognizable.

Wen Zhu fixed his gaze on the tongue dangling down to the driver’s chest, his expression looking somewhat grim.

Instantly, the slimy blood-tongue launched an attack toward the two of them.

Seeing the tongue piercing through the middle, Zhou Sui quickly pushed Wen Zhu away while simultaneously jumping back with all his might, narrowly avoiding the high-speed strike of the blood-tongue.

The power of that tongue was also extraordinary; it grazed Wen Zhu’s shoulder, and his windbreaker was instantly shredded to pieces. The massive force smashed through a giant rock behind him.

A loud Bang echoed through the wilderness!

Stone fragments along with slime splashed into the air. The giant tongue lashed in the air and continued coming for them.

Wen Zhu looked at the tattered plastic bag in his hand. Large chunks of pork ribs fell onto the grass; at a glance, they looked like severed body parts.

Lately, truly nothing had been going his way.