A crunching sound made the night living room even more silent.
Fu Nanchuan’s tongue rested against the left side of his face that had been slapped, and the hostility in his eyes intensified: “What, you shouldn’t fulfil your duty as a wife?”
“You are forcing and exploding within marriage!” Ye Yunla looked at him angrily, “Fu Beijue, I don’t understand why you’ve become a completely different person after marriage! The vows you made when you married me were all lies, right? You married me in order to give your four children a complete home, right?”
The man’s cold eyes gazed at her: “I don’t want to explain.”
Because, there was no way to explain.
He was not Fu Beiji, so why should he spoil Fu Beiji’s woman and children ……
However, this woman tasted really good.
The man licked the corner of his lips and softened his tone: “LaLa, we haven’t seen each other for half a month, don’t you miss me? We’ve never shared a bed since we got married, I owe you a wedding night, let’s make up for it today.”
Ye Yunla was truly sick to her stomach.
She didn’t know why she obviously loved this man deeply inside, but as soon as she saw his face, as soon as she heard him speak, she felt revolted and disgusted.
She covered her collar as she said word for word: “Fu Beijue, you are also considered half a public figure, you should know that your every word and deed has been followed by many media, in the future, I hope you will pay more attention to your words and actions. At least, don’t let things like what happened last night make the headlines again. It doesn’t matter that I saw it, what matters is that I’m afraid the children will see it.”
Her voice grew colder, “I don’t expect you to be a good husband, but hopefully, you’ll try to do a good job as a father.”
With that, she turned and took a step towards the stairs before closing the master bedroom door hard and clicking it shut again, locking it behind her.
The light from the crystal lamp in the living room fell on the man’s shoulder, and he raised his hand to touch the face that had been slapped and sneered, “That was pretty funny.”
For the first time in all his years of life, he had been slapped by a woman.
This woman, didn’t she love that useless brother of his so much that she was actually unwilling to share a room with him.
Was it because she sensed that he wasn’t Fu Beijiu anymore?
This was unlikely.
With this woman’s tactics, if she knew that he was not Fu Beijue, she would definitely stab the knife into the depths of his heart.
“Nanchuan ……”
Madam Fu’s voice suddenly rang out in the empty living room.
The man swept a cold eye over, “Who are you shouting at?”
“Beijue, you are Beijue ……” Mrs. Fu’s voice trembled, “Tell me, is your brother really dead, is he really gone?”
“Dead, shot twenty-eight times and died.” The man’s voice was gloomy, “So I’m the only son you have left in this world.”
Even if she had expected it, even if she had known the truth for a long time, Mrs. Fu still couldn’t help crying out in pain.
She hammered her chest as tears poured down her face.
“If you want the Fu family to continue from generation to generation, you must keep this secret rotting in your stomach.” The man’s voice was gloomy, “Also, stop calling me Nanchuan, Fu Nanchuan died twenty-six years ago, there is no more of this person in the world.”
Mrs. Fu covered her lips, forcing back her mournful sobs.
She choked her throat and said in a broken voice, “It was mother who wronged you, Nanchuan, it was I who wronged you, if you have any resentment, just come at me, why did you do it to your own brother ……”
“He was the one who sought his own death, what does it have to do with me?”
The man was full of impatience and lit a cigarette, and it was only when the smoke entered his lungs that the irritation within him was finally suppressed a little.
He only wanted to let Fu Beijue live his life without dignity, who would have thought that Fu Beijue would go to his death?
a*sa*sinating August single-handedly, and he didn’t know who had given the idea.
“Now since you have become the Northern Lord, can you act properly in the role of the Northern Lord?” Mrs. Fu grabbed his arm with a pleading voice, “I’m not asking you to be as good as you can be to LaLa and the few children, at least, to maintain the apparent harmony of the relationship …… Wait three years for your marriage …… No, just one year, after that if you want a divorce, if you want to marry another woman, if you want to have children of your own …… I won’t even stop ……”