Looking at the extremely serious and condescending expression of her logistics son-in-law, Cuihua now realized that her husband was not saying this to lighten the atmosphere, but was serious.

"Jianjun", the logistics son-in-law is called Feng Jianjun.

"I think it's not nice of you to do this. We are husband and wife, and I am not your slave. What's the difference between your current behavior and that of the landlords? You should know that the landlords were overthrown when the new country was founded." Although she was very hungry after being tormented by Feng Jianjun all night, Cuihua, who felt that she had eaten a whole cow just now, now had no desire to eat at all.

"You are my wife, you have to do whatever I tell you to do. If I don't let you eat, you can't eat." Feng Jianjun ate two fried eggs and looked at Cuihua calmly while saying these harsh words, as if he was saying that the weather was nice today.

Cuihua looked at Feng Jianjun, feeling cheated. She wasn't looking for a husband; she was here to be his nanny. For the past ten years or so, when she'd been with Chunwang, she'd made all the decisions at home. Chunwang hadn't been involved in anything. Even when it came to getting Chunwang to do work, Cuihua had the final say on how it should be done.

So she mistakenly believed that all men in the world should treat her as well as Chunwang treated her. Now Feng Jianjun's first round directly confused Cuihua, who was not mentally prepared.

"You're not doing this right! You dare to abuse me? I'm going to sue you at the union and the Women's Federation!"

Feng Jianjun looked at Cuihua, and the love in his eyes was gone, but pity instead. Cuihua was even more puzzled when she saw Feng Jianjun looking at her pitifully.

"What evidence do you have to prove that I abused you?"

"That's what you just said!"

"When did I say that? Show me the evidence. Cuihua, I was thinking that if you were obedient, I would live a good life with you. And you could give me a son next year. But now you have pissed me off, and I'm in a bad mood. Now I want to let you know the consequences of pissing me off." As he spoke, Feng Jianjun stepped forward and stretched out his hand, grabbing Cuihua's neck. The result of the fierce pinch was that Cuihua couldn't breathe. Her hands whimpered for a long time, and finally her left hand touched a hot bowl. It was the bowl of vegetarian noodles in front of him that he hadn't had time to eat yet.

Cuihua didn't care about the heat, she picked up the soup with her left hand and poured it over Feng Jianjun's head. Lard noodles are usually boiled in water beforehand, making them especially delicious and fragrant.

So now this bowl of noodles is very hot from the inside out. You can imagine how hot it must be if you put it directly on your head.

Because it was too hot, Feng Jianjun finally loosened his grip on Cuihua's neck. Cuihua gasped for air as she breathed in the fresh air, her eyes changing from the ambiguous look she had in the morning to one of fear now.

Do you think this is the end? Feng Jianjun, who had also recovered, was now furious. He had just thought that even if she dared to argue with him, he should not rush into it. He didn't want to ruin her right away after marrying her. He still had to slowly "train" her to live a good life. He had never expected Cuihua to dare to do this to him. Well, since she was seeking her own death, he would satisfy her and clean up and see if she dared to do it again.

Feng Jianjun first used his hands to brush the noodles off his head. Because he had gotten a haircut two days before the wedding, the tips of his hair were still clogged with a lot of noodles. He couldn't care less about that now. He took two steps forward and directly pulled Cuihua, who was struggling to get up, into the bedroom.