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She bit her lip and after a while lowered her head and said, "You, your wife."

"Is it shameful to be my wife?" Fu Sihan raised his eyes and casually played with the spear in his hand.

"No!" She was afraid that he might be displeased and point the black gun at her head.

"Repeat."

"I am your wife!" The lecture was given late at night, and the words were spoken clearly. After saying that, his cheeks turned red, and he felt a sense of shame.

She felt wronged to death, and couldn't help but protest in a low voice. "Didn't you say you didn't like me? But you didn't treat me as your wife …"

Fu Sihan pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, frowning slightly. Although she was right that he didn't like her, the woman his grandmother had given him, it didn't seem as annoying as he had imagined.

In front of him, she was as obedient as a cat, but under this docile disguise, she had sharp claws and teeth.

Perhaps, by raising her, he could not only raise her as a chef, but also as a pet.

"I'll say it late, but if you listen to me obediently, I won't do anything to you."

"Oh." Late at night, her fingers buckled on the birch rail behind her.

In his heart, he was thinking, if he knew that she was an imposter, and that Meng Rou, that proper and proper young girl, should be his wife, would she … Kill her?

"Come here." Fu Sihan could see the unease in her heart. His expression was indifferent, but his eyes revealed a playful look.

Later that night, she braced herself and walked over, "Third Young Master?"

When Fu Sihan held the spear in Yan Wan's hand, the latter's hand instinctively trembled.

"Third Young Master, you're not going to let me shoot you, are you?"

Fu Sihan was thoroughly amused by her sullen expression. This woman probably wasn't pretending to be stupid in the past, but was instead really stupid.

"For you." Fu Sihan said.

There was still a bit of a man's warmth left on the cold gun, and it felt like a hot potato to the night.

"I don't need to... "Is that so?" She was really not interested in this thing that almost killed Fu Manhua!

"What do you think?" Fu Sihan raised his brows slightly.

"Thank you, third young master, for your gift!"

She cursed this man a hundred times in her heart.

"..."

Gu Yichuan had hated Fu Sihan since he was young.

This third uncle who was three years older than him was a prodigy when he was younger, using his intelligence and birth to crush him. Even after suffering an incident at the age of fifteen, he could still suppress his entire family with violence!

He still did not dare to openly confront Fu Sihan.

He was worried about Fu Manhua, so he called the hospital from the study.

Yan Meng Rou's mind was filled with the image of Fu Sihan. When he entered, he shot without the slightest hesitation. He faced the arrogant and willful Fu family members, his domineering aura that only Wu Zun could muster …

Coincidentally, the man came down the spiral staircase with his silver mask.

Yan MengRou felt her head grow hot as she stood up and chased after a group of silhouettes.

"Third Young Master Fu!"

Fu Sihan's footsteps paused slightly as he looked emotionlessly at her with his cold, light brown eyes.

"Third Young Master, I'm Yan Wan's sister. My name is Yan Meng Rou." Yan MengRou walked up to Fu Sihan and gave him a sweet smile.

Fu Sihan put one hand in his pocket and lowered his eyes to look at her. His gaze was cold and impatient.

The look in her eyes seemed to be asking her the purpose of her visit.

"Third Young Master, you've gotten used to being at home tonight. Before coming back to the Yan family, her mother also didn't properly teach her. If she has offended you in any way, please take more responsibility." As Yan Meng Rou spoke, her gaze fell upon Fu Sihan's eyes.