Shi Fengju was initially puzzled, but seeing his wife's bashful and shy demeanor, he understood. Excitement and amusement subconsciously surged in him. He crooked his lips slightly, deliberately avoiding the subject, curious to see what she would do.
"It's getting late, let's rest early! We have things to do tomorrow!" Shi Fengju casually spoke as usual.
"But—" Sang Wan furrowed her brows, "there's only one quilt here, how are we supposed to sleep..."
"It's fine, we can make do!" When else to feign ignorance and pretend to be foolish if not now?
"You!" Sang Wan's eyes reddened as she turned her back to him.
What does he mean by this? According to the contract, next year he was supposed to divorce her, send her away from the Shi Mansion, and fly side by side with his beloved childhood sweetheart, his cousin. And yet here he was, speaking such shameless words? What does he take her, Sang Wan, for?
