"What?"
When Zhao Fei heard his wife say those words, it was like a bolt from the blue.
"I said I want a divorce. After what happened today, do you really think we can keep living together?"
Zhao Fei's wife said this to him.
Zhao Fei froze after hearing her words, completely at a loss for what to do. Even though his wife had done something so shameful, deep down, he still loved her. But now that things had come to this, what else could he do?
Zhao Fei gradually calmed down and said coldly to his wife, "Have you thought this through?"
"I actually thought it through a long time ago. I've been with him for half a year already. I stopped loving you a long time ago—I just never found the right chance to tell you."
Zhao Fei's wife crossed her arms over her chest and spoke in a somewhat indifferent tone.
"Half a year already? We've only been married for a year, and you've been cheating on me for half of it?"
Zhao Fei asked his wife in disbelief.
"Stop saying so much. Things have already reached this point—there's no meaning in talking about it anymore. This past year, you really did treat me quite well, I know that. But I also wasted a year of my youth with you. Let's call it even between us. That's it. Tianhua, let's go."
After saying this to the man, Zhao Fei's wife turned around and was about to leave.
"Stop right there!" Zhao Fei suddenly shouted, stopping the two of them.
"You dog man and woman—do you think you can just leave like this?"
The moment Zhao Fei finished speaking, the man directly swung a punch at him.
Zhao Fei's reflexes were still fairly quick. He immediately sidestepped and dodged it, but the man followed up with a kick, sending Zhao Fei flying.
An unbearable pain surged up from his lower abdomen, forcing Zhao Fei to curl up on the ground, unable to stand for a long time.
"No money, no power. A beauty like Yixuan stayed with you for a whole year—you should be thanking the heavens already. Don't push your luck here!"
The man called Tianhua looked down at Zhao Fei, who was curled up on the ground, and spoke disdainfully.
"Tianhua is a black-belt in karate. You should stop humiliating yourself here. When you have time, come to the Civil Affairs Bureau and let's get the divorce procedures done."
Zhao Fei's wife, Dong Yixuan, took off the wedding ring from her finger and placed it on the table, then left together with the man named Tianhua.
Zhao Fei was left behind, pitifully curled up on the floor, pounding the ground in rage.
He didn't know how long he stayed there before finally standing up in despair.
When he saw the wedding photo at the head of the bed, endless fury surged in his heart. He rushed over, grabbed the photo frame, and smashed it onto the ground.
Looking at the woman in the photo, smiling so happily and brightly—she had always been the one he loved most.
The person he would rather starve himself than let suffer even a little.
He had once thought that they had finally achieved their happy ending, but he never imagined—never imagined—that everything would end so quickly.
Like passing clouds, it all went by far too fast. Before he could even react, it was like a sudden heavy punch in the darkness, striking him when he was completely unprepared, knocking the breath right out of him.
Zhao Fei looked around at this once-warm little home of his, and his heart felt as if it were being cut by knives.
"Ah—!"
Zhao Fei let out a painful roar. At this moment, he only wanted to drink himself unconscious, so the pain might lessen a bit.
He rushed out and took out every bottle of alcohol in his home—beer, liquor, wine—everything. Without hesitation, he poured it all down his throat. Only this could make him feel even a little better.
Ding—! Ding—!
Early the next morning, a burst of phone ringing woke Zhao Fei from among a pile of empty bottles. Holding his throbbing head, he slowly sat up.
Snap.
Zhao Fei took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag before slowly picking up the phone that kept ringing.
"Hello?" Zhao Fei answered in a cold tone.
"Director! Why are you only answering now?"
The call was from one of Zhao Fei's colleagues, who spoke in a panicked and urgent voice.
"What happened that's got you so anxious?" Zhao Fei asked.
"A rival game company just released a game that's exactly the same as our Game of Kings!"
"What? What exactly is going on?" Zhao Fei asked in shock.
"I've already sent you the link to their press conference video. Go watch it now!"
"Mm."
Zhao Fei replied and hung up, then opened the link his colleague had sent.
The moment he clicked it, he saw a face he hated to the bone.
The person announcing the game was the very man from last night.
He was shameless to the extreme—he had stolen the game that Zhao Fei and his team had spent an entire year developing, and hadn't even changed the name.
Zhao Fei was burning with rage. He flung his phone aside, his heart filled with boundless fury.
"You bastard! You stole my wife and stole my work—I swear I'll make you pay the price!"
Zhao Fei roared as he struggled to his feet.
"That damn bitch! She must have leaked everything! I was even thinking she had endured hardship with me, feeling guilty toward her—I really am an idiot! I poured everything I had into raising a white-eyed wolf right by my side. I'm an absolute fool!"
At this moment, Zhao Fei's heart was filled with endless hatred toward Dong Yixuan.
What was most ridiculous was that even after all this, deep down, Zhao Fei still held feelings for her, still trying to find excuses on her behalf.
Smack!
Zhao Fei slapped himself hard across the face.
"Wake the hell up! A bitch who hurt you like this, and you're still thinking about her?!"
Zhao Fei cursed himself, then slapped his own face several more times, trying to knock himself awake.
"No. I must finish my game! I want revenge! I swear I'll make that dog man and woman suffer endlessly!"
As he spoke, Zhao Fei unwillingly opened his game script and searched frantically, trying to see if there was any way to modify it and turn it into a new game.
But it was the result of countless people racking their brains for a long time. Every aspect was already nearly perfect—Zhao Fei truly couldn't find anything that could be changed.
"Are you ready to enter the Game of Kings and fight for supremacy?"
Just as Zhao Fei was on the verge of a mental breakdown, an emotionless voice suddenly sounded.
"Hm? Where did that voice come from? Is it some kind of pop-up ad?"
Zhao Fei frowned and searched for the source of the sound.
Suddenly, the computer screen went completely black. Zhao Fei glanced at the power socket on the floor, thinking it was a loose connection.
The moment Zhao Fei's hand touched the socket, a surge of electricity flowed from his fingertips into his entire body. His whole body immediately convulsed—
—and the next second, he was knocked unconscious.