Billionaires Bed Warmer

Vincent Zhou arrived home as I just hung up the phone. I sat there, dazed for less than two seconds, when there was a knock on the door. It was Aunt Sun, our housekeeper.

"Madam, sir is back," she said.

I composed myself, stood up, wiped the tears that had somehow slipped down my face, and replied, "Thank you."

Just as I was about to leave the room, Aunt Sun hesitated, "Madam, sir he..."

She didnt continue, only looking at me with sympathy.

I smiled at her and averted my gaze.

Indeed, as soon as I opened Vincents bedroom door, the unmistakable sound of a womans unrestrained laughter poured out. I could tell from the sound that they had only just begun.

I sat down on the sofa in the outer room, staring at the clothes strewn all over the floor. The mans clothes, of course, belonged to Vincent; he favored suits as a symbol of a mans wealth and power.

The womans clothes were a red dress and black lace lingerie, exuding a wild sensuality. Vincent had a penchant for sexy women, the kind that could be the undoing of any man with a single glance.

And me...

In Vincents eyes, I was honest, dull, and boring. All I had going for me was my wealthy father...

No, now, not even that.

Two hours later, as the sounds subsided, I knew they were done. I quickly stood up, straightened my clothes, and approached the door, knocking on the slightly ajar entrance.

A mans languid voice responded from inside, "Come in."

I could tell; he was in a good mood.

As long as he didnt see me, his mood was always good.

But I had to push the door open and ruin his mood.

The bedroom was in disarray, the air thick with the smell of cigarette smoke. Vincent lay on the bed with the covers draped around his waist, holding a beautiful woman with long hair in his arms, her fair back and slender arms adorned with a vivid green peacock tattoo.

As I entered, she was smilingly placing a lit cigarette into Vincents mouth.

Vincent took a puff, turned his head, and his slender, phoenix-like eyes narrowed in the smoke as he coldly regarded me.

"Husband..." I twisted my fingers, this was the first time in my life I had begged anyone, let alone him, "I want to ask for your help, my fathers company has run into problems."

Vincent closed his eyes and said nothing.

The woman looked at me, her delicate eyes full of blatant contempt.

I continued, "My father needs 500 million for working capital, and I know you have it. Of course, we wont make you invest without鍥炴姤... You know, our family has never treated you poorly."

Whether it was when Vincents company faced a significant crisis or after our marriage, my father had always helped him wholeheartedly.

Vincent finally spoke, "Get out."

No, I couldnt leave.

I persisted, "Husband, please, my father is already hospitalized, and if even you wont help, then I..."

As I was speaking, he suddenly grabbed the crystal ashtray from the bedside table and threw it at me.

I was completely stunned, watching as the ashtray flew past my ear and hit the door behind me with a loud "bang."

I shuddered, looking at him.

Vincent opened his eyes and looked at me, expressionless.

"Get out."

He repeated it again.

I held my breath.

After a while, gritting my teeth, I knelt down on the floor.

"Husband..." I had never said such words, "You must know that in these three years, I have not wronged you in any way, nor have I ever asked you for anything. We will not default on this money; as soon as we turn it around, we will repay you with interest."

[Note: The translation maintains the original tone and content of the text, ensuring that the emotional and narrative elements are preserved in English.]