Quan Jingwu, I hate you, I hate you!
Since you're so cruel and indifferent to me, there's no need for me to be so humble anymore. I'll show you that I, Song Xirou, am no less than Jian Qing.
"Go home."
She shook off the driver's hand and dragged her feet back into the car.
The driver drove fearfully, not daring to look back.
...
For two consecutive days, Chu Yihen came home drunk every day. Due to Chu Yan, Jiang Fan didn't nag him much.
Fortunately, two days before Chu Ruohan's wedding, Chu Yihen finally sobered up and did not come back drunk again.
"Hanhan, the wedding gown and jewelry for the day after tomorrow have been delivered. Come and have a look." Jiang Fan gently pointed at the items just delivered to the room and looked up at the person sitting on the couch.
Chu Ruohan was wearing a nightgown, her big wavy hair was messily tangled, giving her a rather dejected look. Since returning from the hotel that day, she had been like a soulless husk.
