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He was extremely harsh, and just this leisurely manner of opening his mouth was enough to make Joy's entire body tremble.

"However, congratulations. You've succeeded. You know that men can't tolerate such excitement in the morning, so I can only reluctantly let you succeed once more …"

His finger moved downwards as he sneered, "You're not even wearing underwear. You're getting more and more powerful …"

She pressed his hand down and turned around in his arms, her face already full of a gentle smile, "I'm sorry, I had no interest in getting up in the morning, and I have to go to work now. I'm in a hurry, if you really want, I can help you call someone over."

She gently removed his hand from her lower abdomen. When she saw the slight anger in his eyes, she turned her head and grabbed the bathrobe over her body. She then reached out to grab the clothes she had picked up and walked out of the bedroom.

"What, you can even do something like helping your husband find a lover in order to occupy this position?"

He folded his arms and sneered lazily behind her.

"If you think I'm unnecessary or that I'm stopping you from being with your beloved woman, then it's very simple. I can go with you to the Civil Affairs Bureau right now."

Her gentle voice sounded from the bedroom as she smiled at him, neither humble nor haughty.

She hadn't sunk deep enough and wasn't as infatuated with him as she was with the Song Family. Since even the Song Family couldn't hurt her, how could he?

"Oh? Are you implying that what I said last night hurt you? " His anger deepened and his voice rose slightly.

"Nope." "For a woman who you don't have any feelings for, you can just treat her as air. If even air feels that it's unnecessary, you can kick her out of the room, so you don't have to place any anger on her, because this marriage isn't the woman you don't love. She wants it, don't forget, you forced me to marry you."

She spoke calmly, and even the excitement from her earlier anger disappeared. She seemed to have subconsciously learned from the man in the teahouse how he handled things when he spoke.

"So, you regret marrying me?"

He clenched his fists and his pupils under his wet hair began to contract.

"No, I'm just sorry that I've prevented you from being together with your true love."

Her tone was abnormally regretful, and she even looked at him with a gaze of sympathy. That gaze suddenly caused him to lose control and grab the pillow by his side before smashing it towards her …

Her happiness immediately disappeared, and her smile never faded. She lowered her eyes slightly, but remained as calm as before. "Then, I'll be leaving first."

He directly opened the bedroom door and walked out. As the wooden door closed behind her, she could clearly hear the earth-shaking sounds of something being smashed into the room.

It didn't matter, he was so poor that he only had money left. It was fine as long as he didn't vent his anger on her.

She calmly changed into a new set of clothes and combed her hair before looking at the mirror. Then, she opened the door and walked downstairs.

When she put down the cup, he just happened to come down from upstairs and wrapped himself in a large open V-neck T-shirt. His lower body, on the other hand, was wearing jeans like usual, which made him look unruly and handsome. He glanced at her with a smile, then nodded to her, "Sister Qin, I'm going to work, see you in the evening."

She turned around and picked up her bag, then directly walked out of the living room. She felt a burning gaze closely following her figure, yet she still unhurriedly walked out.

"Young Mistress, are you going out?" I'll send the chauffeur to take you there. "

The butler respectfully greeted her as he saw that she was carrying a bag.

"You're not allowed to send me off."

A coquettish voice followed closely. He held onto a cigarette between his fingers and nodded, "No matter where she goes in the future, don't let the chauffeur take her."

The butler was stunned. He hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to look at them. He gently said to the butler: "You can go back to work. I'll take the bus."

She lifted her foot and walked away without a trace of anger. He looked at her carefree and relaxed steps and felt his heart burning with anger. He should have been the one who should have been indifferent and arrogant, but now this woman had unknowingly gained the upper hand?

"You think that just because you give in, I'll pity you and treat you well?"

His harsh words quickly caught up to her, causing her to stop in her tracks. She turned around and looked at him quietly. "Don't be so bored with me. Since you dislike me no matter what, you can divorce me."

"You want a divorce?" He took a few steps forward and looked down on her, gritting his teeth, "You don't even have a chance!"

"You hate me so much, yet you don't want to get divorced. What do you want me to do?"

She opened her bag and took out her phone to check the time. She frowned and said, "Let's talk after I get off work. I'm going to be late."

She turned around and walked towards the door at an even faster pace, but he caught up with her in a few ghostly steps, grabbing her slender wrist and gripping it tightly in his hand.