Bai Qingyue's mouth stretched into a thin line, his fingers clenching tightly. What nonsense was she blurting now? Should it not be 'power, prestige, wealth'?
Why did it seem that, despite the countless assets he had at his disposal, she constantly desired something else?
The only sound in the room, other than Li Meirong's soft, sleeping breaths, was that of Bai Qingyue's sharp exhale. The darkness concealed his gloominess from any potential watcher.
"Would you rather marry a poor man or a rich one?" he persisted. He was not willing to give up just yet. How could he?
"…don't wanna marry men…" Li Meirong paused a moment, a frustrated moan breaking from her throat. It was as if she could not be bothered with the conversation. "…troublesome…" she added finally.
"!!!" Bai Qingyue's urge to throttle the woman only heightened with every word that he drew from her lips. 'How can this silly wife be so difficult?!'
