During these seven days, she had plenty of time to stay at her father's place. But instead, she visited during the day and returned at night. She knew why—because he didn't know her cell phone number, so she wondered if he might call the room's landline to talk to her at night.
Leng Yan lowered his head, and due to her questioning, he suddenly paused, a trace of shock unconsciously flickering in his eyes.
But it was fleeting. Looking down at her enchanting eyes under the light, he mocked coldly, "Call you? Your father was the one who sent you to my doorstep voluntarily. Didn't he teach you how to please your husband? Instead, he taught you to question him? In that case, let me teach you today how to be a wife?"
Saying this, he suddenly released her, pulling her wrist and pushing her towards the bathroom, "Go and take a bath! I've already drawn the bathwater for you."
A dense humiliation instantly descended, wrapping her layer by layer.
