Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie felt frustrated at Kasie's message. 'I don't have a problem, and I don't think Carlos is the problem!' she retorted in her mind. Quickly, she typed in the group's chat, "He and I are not that close yet, and I still need time!"

To which Kristina chimed in, "Debbie, I'm really curious. Who is on top? You or he?"

A clueless Debbie couldn't find a good response, so she pretended to ignore Kristina, but deep inside, a lot of questions were running through her mind. Not to make her clumsiness obvious, she clicked on the emoji for anger and sent it. After a moment's thought, she added, "Kasie, withdraw your previous messages. Don't forget we have two boys in the group."

Promptly, Kasie sent an emoji showing a speechless expression, and withdrew her previous messages.

Following suit, Debbie and Kristina also quickly withdrew their comments. By the time Dixon and Jared saw the group's chat, they only saw a thread of several withdrawn messages.

But Debbie's problems were far from over, as her Weibo account had been flooded with comments and messages.

The moment she opened her Weibo app, her phone buzzed non-stop with incoming messages like a switchboard.

When she checked at the end of notification tones, there was a total of more than 99 unread messages.

'What did I post on Weibo to attract all the incoming chats?' she wondered to herself.

Coming to her senses, she remembered her hurried post, which she had forgotten about when the group chats exploded.

The bad part was that a good number of people on the thread had copied Kristina's comments—"Do you dare mention Carlos Huo?"

As if this was not enough, some people even mentioned Carlos in the comments.

Another popular person on the thread was Jared, whose comment had racked up hundreds of likes—"Time waits for no men; just do it!"

A stranger commented, "In the sky the clouds float; it is Carlos' dick that I want."

This comment had the most likes on the thread.

showed great interest in her husband. Triggered by the

was chatting with Carlos' admirers on Weibo, she got a text message from Carlos saying, "I need to work overtime tonight. So there will be no class this evening. Just stay at home and wait for me. And don't sing

too engaging for Debbie to begin arguing with Carlos. Playing along, she simply typed

his lips with a sense of satisfaction, though he wondered why she hadn't put

the WeChat Moments and bumped into her

after a yawn, Debbie opened her WeChat Moments and saw a comment left by a stranger with the pseudonym "C". "Believe me, it's not a dream,"

was only one post on financial news.

this C?

identity, she closed the WeChat app and began to

the waters, she made sure to throw in a negative word here and there about Carlos, just to see how the girls reacted. And sure enough, they would attack her immediately, often with epithets and zeal. 'The guy has quite some fanatical followers!' she thought

daybreak and was about to get out of bed to pee. To her surprise, she found Carlos sleeping

stopping to think, she got out of bed and walked towards the toilet.

she came back, he was still fast asleep. Too sleepy to think, she

her. Without opening her eyes, she turned to face him, made herself comfortable in his embrace and went out

know that Carlos' eyes were wide open. He looked at her, rubbed his arching brows and tried his best to ignore his erection.

Having a nightmare, to be more

the lips. Then, he kissed her neck, her chest...

pajamas were on the floor. But without stopping to think, she put on her pajamas and ran down the stairs. In the dining

know you don't care if I divorce you. You've already thought of marrying Gail Mu instead, but trust me, that bitch will screw your

her neck and asked in confusion, "Who is Gail Mu? Why would I divorce you? And why am I going to marry

coming out from

In her dream, Gail married Carlos. At their wedding, she ground Debbie beneath her heel and mocked her

and murmured, "Nothing. Continue with your breakfast. I need

saying, "Freshen up and have

evening, so she thought the stylists would come here in the afternoon. "Uh-huh." He lowered his head