"I'm a man, how could I possibly bow down for love? What I want is a successful career and a stable social position. As for women, what kind of woman can't I, Jiang Shengyun, find?"
"And you know what? Before my grandfather passed away, he hoped that I could find the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and then destroy it. I approached her from the very beginning because of the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
“I never loved her either. She was just a bed warmer, not worth mentioning.”
He could tell his husband was just saying things out of anger, so he reminded him again:
"Sir, it's best not to say such things lightly. If I heard it, I wouldn't tell anyone, but if others heard it, you might not be able to turn the tide. And if the young mistress heard it, it would be even worse..."
"Shut up! If you say another word, I'll dock your pay. One hundred yuan for every word."
Xiao Zhao: "..."
Once his husband said those words, he had no choice but to sew his mouth shut, and he never opened it again the rest of the way.
Jiang Shengjun, on the other hand, rested with his eyes closed in the back seat of the car, remaining silent the entire way.
He vaguely had a dream in which Su Wanwan sat next to him, about to reach out and take his hand.
He turned his head and pressed his cheek against hers, his face touching her forehead, and said to her with concern, "You stubborn woman, you can't do that again."
While driving peacefully, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but smile like a doting aunt when she heard her husband say this.
However, when Jiang Shengjun woke up, his head was indeed tilted to the right, but Su Wanwan was not there.
He looked at Xiao Zhao somewhat awkwardly and asked, "Was there anything unusual in the car just now?"
Xiao Zhao chuckled: "No...no, I answered your question, sir. You can't deduct my salary."
Just then, Jiang Shengjun saw two men in black carrying two children get into a car.
On the long, muddy road, their car passed by Ouyang Maomao's child's car.
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