Xiao Yuchuan was also stubborn. He relit the lamp oil, kept a straight face, and pulled Su Qingyue up, repeating his previous words to her one by one.
She coldly said, "Because the second brother won't call me his wife."
Xiao Yishan thought that treating his wife specially would make him feel happy, but hearing her words, his facial expression darkened. It wasn't that he wouldn't call her his wife, but he didn't want to upset her like his third brother. He knew she didn't want to stay in this family.
After hearing this, Yuchuan's handsome face became stern, "Wife… Qingyue, do you really hate me that much?"
She reluctantly nodded her head.
A streak of pain crossed his bright eyes like stars, "Fine, I understand."
Her expression was calm and serene.
In fact, she didn't want to hurt him. She just hoped that he would know to give up. Su Qingyue would never be his woman. If she didn't injure him now, the wound would only be deeper in the future.
