Chapter 227 - 227: 227: The Good Besties of Daughterin-law Made So Many Contributions
My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife’s Bragging!
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Suri Drew bit Yigol Novakâs arm.
Afterward, Suri sent Rachel Turkish a voice message: âFoul woman, you better find a man soon, or your constant craving and unfulfilled desires will lead to hormonal imbalances and turn you into an ugly monster.â
Rachel snorted back: âPfft, I donât need any bastard of a man. Iâll just take it out on this robot every day and treat it like your man. Problem solved.â
Suri: âBeating up a robot is nothing to brag about. I have a real man. You said you donât need a man, but thatâs because you donât have one, right? Plus, youâre always acting like a man-hater, so no one would want you anyway.â
Rachel replied: âWell, I love robots, so what? Do you have one? I like them, and
I want them.â
Suri: âFine, fine, you win. But that piece of junk you have is useless except for taking your beatings. I, on the other hand, have the worldâs greatest man whoâs good at cooking and treats me super well. Youâre destined to be single.â
Rachel: âMy robot can handle any amount of beating and scolding without getting angry. Can your man do that?â
And like this, the two continued boasting about their respective partners.
Yigol found the two womenâs antics both funny and speechless.
No wonder they say that wherever there are women, there are wars. This made him understand why the ancient emperorsâ harems had so many issues.
These women are experts at nitpicking. If there were more of them, would they still get along this well?
After chatting for a while, Suri slowly found herself at a disadvantage. Rachel really had a unique ability to argue, bringing up all sorts of things from heaven and earth.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yigol had heard from Suri that Rachel liked to play car racing in her free time and had a complicated social circle. Suri, on the other hand, had a much simpler one and no one to really argue with. No wonder she was no match for Rachel.
But, Suri refused to admit defeat to Rachel just like that, and said angrily: âSo what if you have a trashy iron man? My man has an iron man too, not just one but many, and of much higher quality, way better than yours.â
âHave vou seen âFuture Worldâ? My man has robots that are almost identical to real humans.â
Seeing Suriâs wild bragging, Yigol thought that he would soon receive a reward from the System.
Suri really found herself a great bestie since she had already bragged about him several times in front of Rachel.
His cooking skills, having a battle-hardened stamina in certain aspects, and now this time.
Yigol thought that when he was alone, he could receive the Systemâs reward.
He was really curious about what kind of robot the System would send.
After contributing so much, should he be nicer to his wifeâs bestie?
After thinking about it, Yigol shook his head and decided against it. Otherwise, it might cause misunderstandings and trouble.
Yigol curiously looked at Suriâs phone and saw Rachelâs message: âYouâre a lying woman, making outrageous claims. Donât you know that the famous company trying to create humanoid robots still hasnât succeeded?â
âLet alone using it. Even with my family connections, I barely got a chance to see one. If your man has even better robots, has he become a god? Is he still human?
Yigol couldnât help laughing and said to Suri: âAlright, dear, stop bickering with her. But, I really like how you trust me so much.â
âLike my ass! Iâve practically lost face all the way to my grandmaâs house. I thought that since you are so rich and can buy whatever you want, youâd at least have one like those on TV. Who wouldâve thought they were still in the experimental stage? Sigh.â
âThat foul woman will probably ridicule me in the future. Eh, the thought of being laughed at by her, I just canât be happy.â
Yigol stroked Suriâs head and reassured her: âIt may not necessarily be a bad thing. Alright, my dear, letâs go to sleep. Iâll surprise you with something incredible tomorrow. Itâs no big deal that you talked big. Weâll have plenty of opportunities to strike back at Rachel.â
âDear, you go to sleep first, I need to use the bathroomâ¦â
He needed to give himself some space, or the Systemâs reward might get delayed.
If Suri hadnât been so angry, he wouldnât be in such a hurry. Even if the reward came tomorrow, it wouldnât matter to him. But for her to stop being upset, he might as well get it sooner to help his wife save face in front of her bestie.
Seeing Yigol about to leave, the already upset Suri got even more upset.
âYouâre going too far! Your wife is being bullied, yet youâre not helping at all, only offering a few words of comfort.â
Yigol couldnât help but laugh: âHow am I supposed to help you? Should I go bully your bestie with you?â
âGet out of here! I donât want to see you.â Suri angrily chased him away.
Yigol hastily made his way to the bathroom, and as expected, he immediately heard the System sound in his mind.
âDing, the System detected that the host is alone and will reward a âFuture Worldâ housekeeping robot that lasts for 10,000 years. This robot can handle all housekeeping tasks and is a great non-combatant life assistant.
âThis robot has the appearance and body temperature of a human, recharges for energy, can remain on standby for a month, and can recharge on its own. The host does not need to worry about it. Now, please choose the robotâs gender and special requirements, such as appearance and personality. Other settings can be made when the robot arrives. The robot can also learn and adapt according to the hostâs requirements.â
Yigol was ecstatic, as the System had really rewarded him with a robot, and one that was pretty similar to what Suri had bragged about.
Previously, Suri had suggested finding a nanny or housekeeper, and Yigol was wondering what kind would be suitable. With this robot, he no longer had to worry about that.
At first, when the System asked what kind of appearance he wanted for the robot, Yigol instinctively thought of an old man or woman in their forties or
fifties.