Jiang Muwan didn't show the slightest intention of stopping her crying; on the contrary, she cried even harder, her sobs becoming increasingly heart-wrenching.
Gu Jiangnian knew Jiang Muwan well enough to realize that this heartless little shrew certainly wouldn't cry just because he had yelled at her. This matter must not be as simple as it seemed,
He reached out, his rough thumb wiping away the tears on Jiang Muwan's face, and he bent down to tenderly peck her lips, over and over, so gently.
"Alright, alright, if you keep crying, I might start crying too,"
"Tell your husband if you've been wronged, and your husband will seek justice for you. Be good, no more crying, no more tears."
"You won't let me call you 'husband'," Jiang Muwan sobbed, struggling to catch her breath through her tears.
Gu Jiangnian's broad hand settled on her back, soothingly helping her to breathe: "Say it, say it, say whatever you want to say."
The accusations came in waves.
"You even yelled at me."
