Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Upon hearing this, Cao Tianyong's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay! I'll sign, I'll write!"

He squatted on the ground, trembling as he wrote the statement, and then pressed his fingerprint down hard.

Cao Kun glanced at it coldly, and after confirming that it was correct, he casually threw the briefcase on the ground.

"The money is here, take it yourself."

With a "clatter," several banknotes scattered on the floor.

Cao Tianyong was overjoyed, rushing over to grab the briefcase and frantically picking up the scattered banknotes, his face beaming with joy.

"Alright! Alright! Now we're even!"

After leaving the Cao family, Cao Tianyong's excitement had barely worn off when he suddenly felt sticky and itchy all over, as if a million ants were crawling all over him.

He looked down and saw that his whole body was almost covered in paint, turning him into a red blob, with even his hair stuck together in clumps.

He quickly squatted down by the roadside, taking off his clothes while cursing and wiping himself haphazardly with tissues. It took him a while to feel a little better.

But the clothes were completely ruined and could not be worn at all.

So he went shirtless, wearing only a pair of gray underwear, clutching the bag of cash tightly in his arms, and limped home.

Passersby frowned and kept their distance when they saw him like this, some even muttering, "Is this guy crazy?"

Cao Tianyong paid no attention to any of that. He hummed a little tune, looking smug, his mind filled with nothing but that stack of money.

"What's the point of getting a beating? As long as the money's back, it's worth it, worth it..." he muttered to himself as he walked.

Along the way, he wanted to find a bank to deposit the money.

For some reason, there were long queues in front of all the banks on the street today, and the ATMs had signs saying "temporarily out of service".

His body was itchy and painful, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to give up the idea and prepare to deposit it again tomorrow.

As dusk fell and the streets thinned out, he clutched the bag of money, humming a tune as he hurried home.

When he got home, his wife was shocked to see him: "What happened to you? You look like you fell into a bucket of paint!"

Cao Tianyong, however, was beaming with pride, patting his chest and laughing, "Don't even mention it! I went to my cousin's house today to ask for money, and I got it! Two hundred and thirty thousand! Not a penny less!"

Upon hearing this, his wife's eyes lit up with joy. Ignoring his disheveled appearance, she immediately squatted down and began counting the money, one bill at a time.

Cao Tianyong roared, "What are you all standing there for? Get me some water to bathe! I'm in so much pain!"

"Oh, okay, okay." His wife quickly stood up and started preparing to boil water for him.

It wasn't until midnight that Cao Tianyong finally managed to clean off the thick layer of paint on his body, his scalp almost bald from all the fuss.

His wife was also sweating profusely, wiping his brow as she complained, "You've made this more tiring than fighting a war."

But when she finished tidying up and saw the bulging bag of cash on the coffee table, she fell silent.

Only a dim yellow light shone in the room, its light reflecting off the stack of money and creating an alluring glow.

Her eyes gradually changed, becoming bright and gleaming, like a mother wolf eyeing her prey, greedy and thirsty.

Looking at his wife's even more robust figure than his own, Cao Tianyong felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew that look all too well; it meant she had locked onto her target, and the next step was either counting money or... taking his life.

His wife blushed slightly, her eyes sparkling with desire. She gently nudged Cao Tianyong's arm and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Old Cao, shall we get some rest early tonight?"

Cao Tianyong shuddered and quickly took a half step back, waving his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I'm exhausted today, I'll sleep on the sofa!"

"Sure, a sofa will do too." She smiled meaningfully.

"I said I'd sleep on the sofa!"

"I heard you, the sofa is fine too."

Cao Tianyong: "..."

……

late at night.

Two people were piled on the sofa, their clothes disheveled and their postures indecent.

The air was filled with the scent of photinia flowers.

In the dim light, both of them were fast asleep, mumbling something indistinctly.

"Click—"

The door lock turned gently.

The fox pushed open the door and entered almost without making a sound.

He glanced at the two figures huddled together on the sofa, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He didn't look around much and went straight to the storage locker in the corner.

The cabinet door was locked, but to the spirit fox, the lock was practically useless.

In just a few seconds, the cabinet door was easily opened, revealing a bulging briefcase inside.

The fox reached out and took out the briefcase, opening it to confirm the neat stacks of cash inside.

Then he took out a package he had prepared beforehand and stuffed it into the cabinet.

After doing all this, he suddenly stopped and gave a wicked smile.

He took out two more items from the pile and worked with them.

A few minutes later, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then, Linghu took out her phone and gently pressed the shutter button on the scene on the sofa.

"Click."

……

The next morning.

At dawn, the alley was quiet and deserted.

Suddenly, a woman's scream shattered the peace: "Help! There's a pervert! Someone stole my underwear!"

On the sofa, Cao Tianyong stirred groggily, pushed his wife off him, and rolled over.

His wife mumbled a reply, and the two of them tucked together again and fell into a deep sleep.

But before long, the noise outside became even more intense, and the whole alley was in an uproar.

A murmur rippled through the crowd, punctuated by occasional screams from women: "My underwear is gone too! That damn pervert!"

The noise finally woke the two of them up completely.

Cao Tianyong rubbed his eyes sleepily, looked at the morning light outside the window, and clicked his tongue, saying, "It's dawn... Let's go to the bank to deposit money."

His wife hurriedly got up, but before they could even get dressed, there was a loud "bang" as the door was kicked open!

A tall, burly man, his face contorted with rage, stormed into the house, carrying an iron hammer.

The burly man glanced at them, immediately realized something, and roared:

"You bastard surnamed Cao, it really was you! You dared to steal my wife's underwear, you perverted freak, you're finished!"

After saying that, he shouted towards the door, "Come and catch the pervert! The pervert is Cao Tianyong!"

Cao Tianyong was stunned.

He recognized the man; it was Wang the blacksmith who lived across the street.

Wang the blacksmith's wife was pretty and had a good figure. Cao Tianyong often stole glances at her and harbored some lust for her.

Could you steal his wife's underwear?

what does this mean?

Just as he was about to explain, a group of neighbors who had come to watch the commotion squeezed in through the door, chattering amongst themselves.

"Oh my god, is it really him?"

"You can tell just by looking at him!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is so shameless!"

The noise was constant.

Cao Tianyong's wife was stunned. She looked down and screamed on the spot.

She was wearing only a pair of tight purple panties, which were small size and were so tight that her flesh was squeezed out.

She blushed with fright, hurriedly squatted down, hugged her chest with both hands, and was completely panicked.