"Are you so sure?"

"I can help you get what you want, and I can help Liang Qingmo get what she wants."

"How do you know what she wants?"

"Shall we make a bet? Bet on whether Liang Qingmo wants the Liang family's fortune or you, Xu Buyan."

"Bet on whether she loves you or not."

Is there any need to gamble? Isn't it common knowledge in Shangjing that Liang Qingmo is obsessed with the boy surnamed Zhou?

What's more, he doesn't care who she likes.

…

Looking at the dazed Xu Buyan, Liang Qingmo was distracted for a moment, as if it was not him who was so relaxed and composed in the endless night just now.

The one who loses patience will always be the first to lose.

With a faint smile, she put her arm around the man's neck and pulled him towards her. She stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his waist: "Are you jealous?"

His hands slowly tightened, and Xu Buyan lowered his eyes to look at her. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if hiding many emotions, but they were impossible to discern.

He frowned slightly and let go of her: "I won't interfere with you too much, but you are my wife, Xu Buyan, after all."

People like Liang Qingmo are not only squandering money but also restless. They either spend money recklessly or find people with random people.

He had money and people, but he suddenly became less confident.

"Xu Buyan, take off your clothes."

"?"

While Xu Buyan was still confused, Liang Qingmo had already started to pull off his clothes.

"Do you have to be so anxious?" Xu Buyan instinctively protected his shirt to prevent her from pulling it open.

"How did you get the lipstick?"

What lipstick? Xu Buyan turned the clothes over and over and saw that the touch of red on the white shirt was indeed conspicuous.

Just as I was about to explain, I suddenly realized that Liang Qingmo seemed jealous, which was never the case.

"Oh, you're talking about this." Xu Buyan looked very proud, as if it was a medal of honor he was wearing.

Seeing that he had no intention of denying or explaining, Liang Qingmo suddenly reached out and touched it, rubbing it with his fingers as if to erase the traces.

When she was almost done wiping, she suddenly looked up and met his eyes.

"Do it? Make up for what you didn't finish just now, and make up for yesterday's work."