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"Butler Lin, it's not me!" The night watchman blushed and waved his hands.

Only then did she tell Fu Sihan that it wasn't her doing and that she didn't want to be slapped in the face.

"Young Mistress, the servants rested last night, who else could they be other than you?" Housekeeper Lin smiled amiably. "You are young master's wife, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I …" It's not that I'm embarrassed, it's you taking down my position!

Fu Sihan glanced at Yan Wan. His legs were crossed, and the long legs wrapped in his trousers flowed smoothly. Feelings, postures, laziness, and a sense of unruliness.

Looking at her eyes, it was clear that she was ridiculing him with her sharp gaze.

She pouted and lowered her head with an inaudible "hmph".

Her red lips were small and full. Fu Sihan still remembered the sweet taste that seeped into his bones last night. His eyes darkened.

Thinking about her rejection of him last night, his eyes became cold once more.

"Why didn't you bring the ring on the day of the exhibition?"

Nightfall's ring finger moved subconsciously, and the crystal clear powder shone in the morning light.

She was even a bit embarrassed about the fish soup, so she explained in a low voice, "This ring is too high-profile when it's put on display."

Later that night, he noticed Fu Sihan's unsightly expression and immediately added, "I'm not disdaining you! It's just that it's not easy to explain it to the busybodies! "

With one glance, one could tell that this wedding ring was priceless. The identity of the Fu family's third young mistress was not made public, and it would not be good for Fu Sihan's identity to be revealed to the public.

Thinking of this, the man's frozen face finally relaxed a little.

However, Fu Sihan would never allow her to wear a wedding ring.

He got up and went upstairs.

Fu Sihan had photographic memory. He remembered that when he had sent the jewelry over, he had a platinum chain. It was inconvenient to wear on his wedding ring, so it was fine for him to tie it around his neck.

He opened the cloakroom for the night.

Fu Sihan's face turned completely black. After a few seconds, he let out a cold laugh that chilled to the bone.

A servant came to inform her that it was evening. "Young Mistress, Young Master has asked you to go upstairs."

She frowned doubtfully and followed the servant.

Fu Sihan stood in the cloakroom with his women's clothing in a tall wardrobe. He stood there alone with a blue gauze skirt in his left hand and a few nameless cards in his right. He did not seem out of place; instead, his vision was poor. Feel.

"Explain?"

This time, Fu Sihan spoke first without waiting for her to speak.

Before he could finish his sentence, he flipped his wrist and several cards flew towards Yan Wan. They were the tags for the sets of clothes Yan Wan had worn earlier.

Late at night, he didn't feel that there was anything good to explain.

"What for?" Fu Sihan had seen this when he first entered the room. There was also a piece of paper next to him, calculating the price of the clothes.

At that instant, Fu Sihan felt that it was exceptionally funny.

Was she planning to discount it to him in the future?

"When I have money, I will pay." In the knowledge of late nights, nothing could be gained for nothing.

"Tsk."

It's true! Fu Sihan was so infuriated that he started to laugh.

How much did this woman want to draw a clear line between them?

Did she know she was his wife, his legally protected woman?

"Third Young Master, you … Are you unhappy? " Late at night, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his way of handling things.

Firstly, she and Fu Sihan weren't husband and wife equal; secondly, he didn't like her.

He should be happy that she had separated herself from him.

Fu Si looked at her with cold eyes. He picked up a pair of scissors by his side and ordered, "Cut off all of these tokens!"

"What?!" Nightfall's eyes widened in shock, doubting his own hearing, "So much …"

"Cut!"

Didn't you want to pay me back? I will make it so that you will never be able to pay it back in your entire life!

"Third Young Master, I can't wear so much!" Trying to reason with him late at night, she couldn't finish wearing the clothes even if she didn't have to use them every day according to his persuasion.

"Aren't you going to see your brother?"

Having mentioned this matter to Steward Lin late at night, Steward Lin naturally 'dutifully' passed it on to Fu Sihan.

"Yes." Nightfall's eyelashes trembled slightly. The way she looked at him was a little unwilling to accept it, so she could probably guess what he was going to say.

As expected, the man's thin lips slightly parted:

"After you finish cutting, I'll take you there."

"..."

Almost all of these high-grade clothing were in the five digits. The cheapest bag was in the six digits, not to mention jewelry.

In the end, every cut felt like it was on his chest. At the beginning, he was still calculating the money.

Since she was a child, her grades were good, and her mental arithmetic was top-notch. Every time she cut a piece of clothing, she would add up the money she had previously earned.

18927.

526 thousand and sixty thousand.

Two million three hundred and fifty-six thousand one hundred and twenty-one.

"..."

Thirteen million and ninety.

"..."

Gradually, it stopped counting.

"Crunch."

Another slash, and it was worth nine million eight hundred thousand yuan.

Fu Sihan was expressionless as he stood not far behind her, taking in her every movement.

Nightfall closed her eyes tightly. Some emotions continued to swell, gradually drowning out her rationality.

Throwing the scissors to the side, he straightened his body and turned towards Fu Sihan, "Fu Sihan, what exactly do you want?! I can't wear these clothes, I won't wear them, and I can't afford to pay them back. What right do you have to use them to threaten me?! What exactly do you want!? "

The woman lost control of her emotions and almost shouted out loud. Her eyes were moist red, like an anxious rabbit.

"I miss you …"

Fu Sihan pressed Yan Wan against the wardrobe behind her back, his strong and slender fingers pressed against her chin. "I can't afford it in this lifetime."

"You …!"

"Eat my food and stay with me. Do you think you have any idea?" Fu Sihan mocked.

Since it was still unclear, there was no need to return it. As such, he would naturally not say it.

"Fu Sihan, how can you be like this!" Nightfall was so angry that his eyes turned red.

Was she willing to live and eat at a first-rate garden?

He was in debt to others and owed them a favor. He hated being late at night.

[Eating at night, you deserve to be ordered by me to use you when you eat at my house!]

[The Yan family gave you food and clothes to live in. Do you think you came here for nothing?] You have to pay your debt!]

[Late at night, your dad raised you and your brother for more than ten years. Don't you know how to be grateful?]

"..."

The words that Yan MengRou, Wen Xue, and Yan Gaoqing had spoken over the past few years kept echoing in his mind, every word of his was filled with mockery, coercion, and mockery.

Repaying debts to repay money, repaying debts to repay a debt of gratitude.

There was nothing that could be gained in vain in this world. As the father, Yan Gaoqing, was like this, how could Fu Sihan, who had such a laughable marriage, be allowed to do so?

She didn't trust Fu Sihan later tonight, and she definitely wouldn't believe that he would unconditionally give her these things.

It was only when freedom and reason were in her hands that she would have a voice in this absolutely inferior marriage.

"What about me?" Fu Sihan looked at her.

He wanted her to owe him for the rest of her life without being able to pay him back, making it impossible for her to draw a clear line between them!