My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife’s Bragging!

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: If I admit defeat, then 1 1 m a beast.

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Suri Drew covered Yigol Novak’s mouth: “Yigol Novak, I told you to shut up. If you keep talking, I swear, I will stuff a stinky sock in your mouth.”

But Yigol had no intention of letting her off and continued: “So, it seems I hit the nail on the head. The more I know you, wife, the more I realise what a lusty woman you actually are.”

“Beneath your cool exterior, you’re a…”

Before Yigol could finish, Suri halted, clenched her fists, and glared fiercely at him.

Yigol hurriedly shut his mouth. To speak any further at this point would be suicidal.

Although he was good at fighting, in front of his wife, he was always the one being bullied.

Suri waved her fist before his face: “Go on, why have you stopped speaking?

What’s beneath that according to you?”

“Come on, continue speaking, I’m all ears.”

Yigol Novak kept his mouth firmly shut and shook his head, unable to utter another word.

Knowing when to stop is what a smart man does.

After some thinking, Yigol Novak slowly spoke: “Beneath your cool exterior, there’s an adorable spirit, a girl with an incredible amount of kindness. In other words, you’re just amazing everywhere.”

Suri rolled her eyes at him. This man was all talk, smooth-talking her so she felt bad to be angry at him.

This man was really bad. Guys like Yigol, who change according to the winds, shouldn’t be allowed to get away with things. It would make her seem too easy to bully.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Are you getting bored of me, Yigol Novak? Weren’t you just saying that you would punish me? So tell me how you plan to do it. I might want to punish you too. How about we compare?”

Yigol defiantly lifted his chin: “You’re welcome to try and ‘punish’ me. I’m a man. Do you think I’m afraid of you? As long as you’re not getting flirty with me, I can take it. If I can’t, then I have lost and I admit I’m not a man.”

Suri had intended to properly straighten out this man. She had even put on a stern air. But at the sight of how serious Yigol looked, she burst out laughing instead.

“If you’re not a man then what are you? A woman? Dreaming that I would be flirty towards you?” Suri responded exasperatedly.

“If I admit defeat, I would be nothing more than a beast.” Yigol responded with utter seriousness.

“Your words irritate me. You never say something pleasant,” Suri complained, rolling her eyes at him.

Unexpectedly, Yigol immediately followed up with a promise: “I speak only the truth. If it’s false, I’d let you be mad at me for three seconds.” Suri, for a moment, was at a loss for words to retort Yigol.

They locked eyes.

Suddenly, Yigol declared: “Alright, three seconds are over. Shall we get going, darling?”

“What do you mean three seconds are over? Stand right there. I haven’t settled the score with you yet,” Suri said, faking anger.

Yigol turned to look at her and nodded seriously: “Okay, darling, please proceed.”

In a serious tone, but not so serious words, he said: “As long as you’re not being flirty here, I can take you being flirty anywhere. Besides, don’t leave me. Everything else is negotiable.”

His words exasperated Suri. She rolled her eyes and said, “Yigol Novak, I’m going to draw a circle to curse you, calling you an ‘impotent man.”‘

“How could that be, darling? Believe in your judgement. Your husband can satisfy your needs for sure. If you don’t believe it, I’m open to verification at any time. You can trust me. I wouldn’t leave you a widow,” Yigol replied.

Suri was dumbstruck. Had she backfired her own scheme?

What on earth was up with this man, always talking obscene?

All he talked about was men lust for women.

She used to think she was tough and never lost an argument or debate. She had even won the debate competition in college.

However, she felt powerless in front of Yigol, like punching cotton wool.

“You’re good, you’re good,” Suri said exasperatedly, unsure of what she should do.

Seeing Suri in such a huff, Yigol somehow felt uneasy. He turned towards her, held out his arm and said, “Do you want to bite or pinch? Please, go ahead.”

Suri was stunned: “Huh?”

Looking pitiful, Yigol pleaded, “Darling, please. I can take it. Stop torturing my

heart. This anticipation is killing me. I’m going to be punished either way, so I might as well volunteer.”

Only then did Suri realise what he meant. This man was assuming that when she said she would punish him, to her, it meant either biting or pinching him?

He was really too much to make such assumptions about her!

Suri was furious, but then she burst out laughing.

No wonder Yigol would think that way about her. Whenever she got angry and couldn’t do anything to him, she would pinch or bite him. If it wasn’t for his reaction this time, she wouldn’t have realised she always did so.

Did Yigol develop a psychological scar from it?

This man was surely tolerant of her, not getting angry no matter how unreasonable she was and always trying to cheer her up in various ways.

She had to let him off even though she was not angry. She couldn’t let this man get off so easily.

“Hmph, I wouldn’t want to bite you. You stink. I am afraid it might insult my teeth. I now punish you to carry me downstairs. If you dare to bully me again, I’ll have you carry me back up. If you continue bullying me, from now on, you’ll have to carry me up and down every day, ” she threatened.

“Hmph, do you think acting cute proactively would let you off easily? C’mon, good boy. Squat down,” Suri pointed to the ground in front of her, signalling Yigol to squat.

“Alright, darling. I’m up for it. This punishment, I quite like it. I can take it every day,” Yigol happily squatted, looking forward to the days when he could be playfully mischievous and carry his wife up and down the stairs.

However, Yigol soon realised the severity of the punishment. It took a lot of effort for him to carry Suri downstairs.

Suri might look thin, but her height defined a considerable weight. Plus, she was messing around on his back.

Looking at the effort Yigol was putting in, Suri asked with a smirk, “Honey, am I heavy?

Yigol gritted his teeth but managed to chuckle, “Not heavy… Not at all. How could my wife be heavy?

The age and weight of a woman should never be spoken out loud. Or else, you’re just asking for a storm..

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