Chapter 7: Who Does Heaven Spare?

Yan Ruoliu remained silent.

To be honest, she was truly tempted. A part of her longed to surrender to Ye Nan’s embrace, yet the thought of facing Gong Wanru’s future mockery left her conflicted.

Seeing her hesitation, Ye Nan retracted his lightning sword, took a step forward, and wrapped his arms around her. He breathed warmly against her ear, whispering, "My dear lady, surely you don't want to be torn apart by zombies, do you?"

The title "my lady" caused a slight tremor in Yan Ruoliu. A strange, tingling sensation washed over her, bringing a mix of bizarre stimulation and excitement. She tried to push him away, but he was immovable, which only added to her frustration.

Ignoring her resistance, Ye Nan continued, "Food is so scarce now. I imagine you haven't had a proper meal since the apocalypse began. If you come with me, I promise you’ll live in luxury."

Exerting more strength, Yan Ruoliu finally pushed him back. "How are these threats any different from what Wang Xingpeng did?" she retorted sharply.

"Of course there's a difference," Ye Nan replied. "I will treat you with genuine care, unlike him, who only knew how to abuse you."

Yan Ruoliu blinked her alluring, peach-blossom eyes and asked, "Really? Are you lying to me?"

"I am completely serious. So, why not just submit to me?" Ye Nan gave a wicked smile. "My lady, surely you don't want to go hungry tonight, do you?"

Yan Ruoliu took a deep breath. Memories of Wang Xingpeng’s past cruelties flooded her mind, igniting a fire of hatred. Perhaps Gong Wanru was right; if she wanted to take revenge on Wang Xingpeng, she should bestow upon him the greatest of cuckoldries.

In that moment, a sudden urge for depravity took hold. Her life over the years had been far from happy. While others envied her as the wealthy wife of a powerful man, only she knew the depth of her sorrow. Since Wang Xingpeng had destroyed everything she once had, she would seize this chance to exact a brutal revenge.

Seeing the shift in her expression, Ye Nan knew she had relented. His heart raced as his gaze turned molten, fixed on her voluptuous figure. Like Gong Wanru, Yan Ruoliu was a dignified, curvaceous beauty, but she possessed an added layer of charm, vibrancy, and sexiness, paired with an air of elegance that made her even more intoxicating.

Ye Nan silently scorned Wang Xingpeng. To have such a captivating, mature woman and not only fail to cherish her but to abuse her daily—it was utterly absurd.

Fine, he thought, if you won't cherish her, I’ll do it for you. Don't thank me; just call me a "Cao Cao" of the new age... or rather, a helpful, upstanding young man of the new world.

***

The next moment, tentacles made of pure lightning sprouted from Ye Nan’s back, coiling around Yan Ruoliu.

The electric currents crackled as they wrapped around her long, slender legs, encased in sheer black stockings, then moved to her waist, upward to her chest, and finally circled her snow-white, swan-like neck.

Yan Ruoliu flushed deeply. She had never imagined lightning-based abilities could be used this way. She struggled briefly, trying to break free, but as the lightning tentacles tightened, she surrendered. Closing her eyes, she let everything happen.

She was aware that Wang Xingpeng and Gong Wanru were watching. The feeling was surreal. Before the apocalypse, she had been a famous socialite in Donghai City, a woman on a pedestal, courted by many. Now, she was subjected to such an inexplicable fate, bound tightly by crackling lightning. It was something she never could have imagined, yet it was reality.

"Damn it! Damn it all! Let her go!" Wang Xingpeng’s eyes bulged with rage, his entire being like a volcano about to erupt. He could not tolerate the sight, but with his limbs charred and useless, he was powerless to stop it.

Hearing Wang Xingpeng’s voice caused a jolt through Yan Ruoliu, but as she recalled his past actions, the sense of vengeful pleasure grew even more intense. She even began to cooperate, determined to make this villain pay a heavy price.

At the same time, the electric currents on the tentacles intensified, causing Yan Ruoliu to tremble incessantly, seemingly overwhelmed with excitement. Her face was flushed, and a faint mist of desire clouded her eyes.

*My god... he really knows how to play...*

***

Gong Wanru watched with interest. Picking up a fruit knife, she walked over to Wang Xingpeng and sneered, "How does it feel? Weren't you just trying to force yourself on me? Now it’s your turn to face karma. Hmph, you deserve this."

Wang Xingpeng gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face. He was utterly broken, his heart turned to ash. Gong Wanru pricked his foot with the blade, drawing blood.

"Ah!" Wang Xingpeng let out a pained cry as agony flooded his body.

"Do you want to live?" Gong Wanru asked.

"Yes... yes, I do. I’ll agree to any condition," Wang Xingpeng stammered.

Gong Wanru gestured toward the scene nearby and asked with a wicked grin, "Your wife is being treated like this—don't you find it very stimulating?"

Wang Xingpeng wanted to curse, but seeing the blade in Gong Wanru’s hand, he could only nod. "Yes, I find it very stimulating."

"Are you excited?" she asked.

"Yes, I am very excited."

"Did it come as a huge surprise to you, and do you enjoy such surprises?"

"Yes, everything is correct. It is a massive surprise, and I love it—I love it very much."

"Since you love it so much," Gong Wanru said, "why aren't you applauding?"

*Clap, clap, clap!!!*

Wang Xingpeng’s spirit was already shattered. To survive, he set aside all pride and began to clap frantically.

"Since you enjoy applauding," she added, "keep going until they are finished."

Listening to the beautiful, rhythmic sounds nearby, Wang Xingpeng was hollowed out. He clapped mechanically, his mind completely numb. He didn't know how long this would last. It was ironic—he had committed many evils and played with the wives of his own subordinates. Now, he was experiencing the exact same fate. Truly, the net of heaven is vast, and none escape its reach. Who is ever spared by the heavens?

How hateful, how utterly hateful!