She went to the bathroom and took a bath; the steamy hot water enveloped her cold body, and it was only then that she felt a little more at ease.
Xia Weiyi leaned against the bathtub, still holding a tablet computer in her hands, playing some psychological tests—the kind that revolve around what you should do if your husband goes out looking for other women.
No matter the test results, however, her actions today scored the lowest.
To win a man back, a smart woman would spend effort on how to be more considerate to her husband, while a foolish one would direct her kicks and punches at the other woman's face.
Xia Weiyi tossed the tablet aside and stared blankly at the ceiling, images of women who had appeared beside Ye Che over the years filling her mind.
She had always been a handful by nature, and Ye Che had spoiled her to the point of near lawlessness.
Normally, when she saw something she didn't like, she wasn't interested in arguing; she would just resolve it with violence.
