In the downtime while waiting for the venue to clear,
Wenyan sat quietly on the side, munching on melon.
She just happened to find a lollipop in her pocket, and it was watermelon-flavored to boot.
From their first meeting until now, Wenyan had noticed that Fu Anxian never wore a pleasant expression.
It was the same even when she was speaking with her own husband.
"Speak up, who is the mistress you've been keeping? That bracelet was meant for her, wasn't it? Believe it or not, I'll chop off her hand and make it a specimen for you!"
"Shh... honey, keep it down, will you? We're not at our own home—don't you care about your own dignity, not to mention that of the entire Fu Family?"
"Dignity, you talk to me about dignity now? It was already a huge joke when I insisted on marrying you. I lost all face the day I married you!"
