I Clap for My Wife's Special Fundraiser

On the day of my 30th birthday, my CEO wife, Sabrina Langford, leaves hurriedly at 3:00 am. She claims that there's something urgent going on at the company and that she won't be home the whole day.

Later on, Timothy Cross, the low-income university student that Sabrina has been sponsoring, updates his social media feed.

In the photo, I see Sabrina standing at the side of the road in a bikini. Two big apples are balanced on her 36D bust.

The caption of the photo is, "The beautiful and hot CEO has personally come over to my house to help me sell the homegrown apples. You'll regret it if you don't buy these apples from me!"

My brows are drawn into a frown immediately. When I call Sabrina, the call goes through rather quickly.

"I told you I'm very busy at the company right now. If you disturb me again, I'm not going to forgive you this easily!"

After that, Sabrina ends the call. But right before the call gets cut off, I can hear a car honking in her background.

I'm not mad at her at all. She likes helping others to sell fruits, right? I might as well lend her a helping hand.

So, I share the social media post to the company's group chat. The message I've drafted is, "Does anyone here want a batch of rotten apples? I'll even throw in a second-hand wife for free."

The company group chat blew up instantly.

My wife, Sabrina Langford, was the first to respond. "Casper, have you lost your mind? I'm just helping Timothy's family sell some fruit. Do you really have to humiliate them like this?"

Other employees quickly chimed in to defend her.

"Exactly. Ms. Langford means well. If even her own husband refuses to support her, who else will?"

"Seriously, you should feel lucky you married someone like Ms. Langford. With a figure like hers, most men would be proud."

I had just started typing a reply when Sabrina removed me from the group chat.

A private message from her popped up right after.

"Honey, don't be jealous. I'm doing this because the government has been encouraging companies to support farmers lately. It'll help the company grow, too. Just wait for me tonight. I've got a surprise for you."

That evening, Sabrina pushed open the door and walked in with a bag in her hand.

"Honey, look what I brought you. These apples were grown by Timothy's parents. They're completely natural and pesticide-free. Timothy heard you were in a bad mood today, so he brought these over to apologize."

I frowned.

A second later, Timothy Cross leaned out from behind her. "Sabrina, is this your house? It's huge. I've never lived anywhere this nice before! But if I stay here, Casper won't be upset, will he?"

His gaze lingered on Sabrina's chest, barely acknowledging that I was standing right in front of him.

"Of course not. You can stay as long as you want."

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