Highway Survival: My Wuling Hongguang was crammed full of school beauties

The male voice (Li Hao) visibly panicked, and his tone became even higher:

"You...you're talking nonsense! That was me...we were sweating from playing ball, and we used the same sports cologne! Baby, you don't trust me! We're married, how can you think of me like that?"

"Marriage?" Lin Weiwei's voice was choked with sobs and despair.

"Yes, I got married! My family was pressuring me, so we met through a blind date. I thought you were a good match because you were fair-skinned and spoke gently. But what happened?"

We've been married for three months, and how many times have you touched me? Every time you say you're tired or stressed from work! I believed you at first! But every time you come back from "playing ball" with your Wang Ming, you're radiant!

"And what about that maid outfit I packed for you last time? It's not my size at all! And all those cosmetics!"

"I...I bought it for a colleague! What's wrong with women's clothing? What era are we living in? Can't guys have some personal preferences? Don't you understand the concept of freedom of dress?"

Li Hao's voice became even shriller, even carrying a hint of embarrassment and anger.

"Personal preference? Freedom of choice in clothing?" Lin Weiwei seemed to laugh in anger, her voice trembling.

"Okay, what a personal hobby! So those chat logs on your and Wang Ming's phones where you call each other 'husband' and 'wife' are also personal hobbies? And those photos of you two dressed in women's clothing and hugging each other are also freedom of dress?"

Li Hao, you're a fucking gay! You tricked me into marriage! You married me just to appease your family and find a maid to serve you, right? Now that the apocalypse is here, you think I'm a burden and want to sell me for fuel? Are you even human?!

"Shut up!" Li Hao screamed, as if his most sensitive spot had been hit.

"Yes! So what if I like men? My parents only have one son, is it wrong for them to want a grandson? I married you, gave your family a dowry, and provided for your food and clothing, how have I wronged you?"

It's the apocalypse now, our beat-up car can't survive! I "recommended" you to Cao Shuang to give you a way to live! Ten units of fuel can prolong our lives for a long time! Don't be ungrateful!

"Recommend? Hah... Li Hao, you disgust me." Lin Weiwei's voice suddenly calmed down, but beneath that calm was an icy chill and a resolute determination.

"I'll get the fuel. But from this day forward, I, Lin Weiwei, have absolutely nothing to do with you. You and your 'good brothers,' dressed in your women's clothes, can live happily ever after in this apocalypse!"

The argument stopped abruptly, seemingly because Lin Weiwei had ended the call herself or turned off the recording.

Cao Shuang looked at the private message interface and then at the system's evaluation of Lin Weiwei, which was 91 points. Her expression was somewhat strange.

In this apocalyptic world, anything is possible. A gay man who tricks his wife into marriage, a stunningly beautiful woman who gets scammed by a married woman... This plot is more melodramatic than an 8 PM soap opera.

However, this didn't seem to be a concern for him. All he knew was that a stunningly beautiful woman with a 91 rating, excellent looks and figure, currently in a difficult situation, and who had decisively cut ties with her ex-husband, was interested in his recruitment.

Moreover, judging from the argument just now, Lin Weiwei is decisive and clear-headed; she's not the type to cry and be indecisive. In the apocalypse, this is a plus.

……

……

Lin Weiwei ultimately did not get into Cao Shuang's car.

"Thank you for your 'appreciation,' Mr. Cao." Her reply came through a private message, her tone calm, revealing little emotional fluctuation, but the distance and caution were evident.

"However, after thinking about it, I've decided not to trouble you for now. Ten units of fuel are indeed tempting, but my knowledge of you is limited to this channel. My car is old, but it can still run for now. I think... I'll think about it some more."

"Let's take another look?" Cao Shuang raised an eyebrow, not too surprised.

It's normal for this woman to be wary of strange men after experiencing a breakdown in her emotional and trust relationships.

Moreover, judging from her final resolute decision, she is not the type of person who would easily entrust herself to someone else again. She was observing and assessing the situation.

What she's looking for might not just be a "owner" who can provide fuel and food, but a truly powerful and reliable person with whom she can feel safe and secure in this apocalyptic world.

Clearly, Cao Shuang, who has only showcased "more fuel" and "E-class car" so far, does not consider it enough in her eyes.

"what ever."

Cao Shuang replied briefly, without offering any advice or showing any displeasure, and then closed the private chat window.

Forced relationships are never sweet. What the system needs is "connection," a certain degree of mutual recognition and binding between the two parties. What is forced is meaningless.

He has plenty of time and resources; he can afford to wait. This woman, rated 91, is a high-quality target, but not the only one.

"She...isn't coming?" Chu Yao, who had been eavesdropping the whole time, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of relief and...subtle curiosity that she herself didn't realize.

"Hmm." Cao Shuang glanced at her, noticing the barely concealed look on her face, and said calmly, "What, are you happy?"

Chu Yao blushed and quickly shook her head: "No, no! I just... I was just asking casually."

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her mind a little confused.

She was indeed relieved to hear that the woman with the lovely voice, who was also said to be very beautiful, wasn't coming.

At the same time, she felt a little uneasy. Cao Shuang was actually looking for other women... Although she already knew what his "system" and "connection" were all about, when the moment came, the feeling of her territory being invaded still made her feel sour.

Cao Shuang took in her reaction and understood, but had no intention of comforting or explaining.

He spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority:

"Remember your place. My affairs are none of your concern, and you shouldn't be jealous. Just do what you're supposed to do, and you'll stay in this vehicle, with food and water, and survive safely. If you can't, or if you cause me trouble..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the coldness in his unfinished words sent a chill down Chu Yao's spine. The small surge of emotion she had just felt vanished instantly, replaced only by lingering fear and resignation. She nodded hastily, her voice weak:

"I...I understand. I won't cause any trouble."

"A Sigma man is never controlled by anyone, nor is he swayed by a woman's emotions."

Cao Shuang silently recited a phrase he had read in a web novel that resonated with his current mindset, then ignored Chu Yao and refocused his attention on the recruitment post and resource collection.

On regional channels, public condemnation and moral criticism of his "selection of concubines" behavior continued unabated, especially from a group led by Liu Ruyan, who were particularly vehement in their criticism, as if Cao Shuang had committed some heinous crime that was universally condemned.

Zhang Qiang would also occasionally make sarcastic remarks, stirring up trouble.

However, in stark contrast to the "political correctness" on the public channel, Cao Shuang's private email inbox was almost overflowing!

In just a few hours, I received more than a hundred private messages! They were all from female players, or people who claimed to be "consulting on behalf of female friends and relatives".

Some send photos directly (most heavily filtered), some cautiously inquire about details, and some directly hint that they can "provide special services," all in exchange for a fuel.

Such is the way of the world, utterly ironic. The more vehemently someone criticizes others in public, the more anxious they may be about their own survival in private.