Tang Yuchen's eyes brimmed with a bloodthirsty murderous intent, and with just a bit more force, he could easily break An Ruo's neck.
An Ruo was unable to breathe, her chest hurt unbearably, and her vision was fading in and out of darkness.
He really intended to kill her, without any trace of mercy.
Being his wife surely meant to have a short lifespan.
Even more ridiculous was the fact that she might be the only wife he actually killed by his own hands...
Just then, Tang Yuchen's phone suddenly rang.
The sharp, abrupt sound shattered the deathly atmosphere. The man frowned slightly and swiftly withdrew his hand, causing An Ruo to fall to the ground.
Picking up the phone, he glanced at it and answered with a tone that masked the sharpness in his voice, "What is it?"
"Yuchen, I've been thinking, we better not see each other anymore. You have your family, and I cannot… do anything to break you and your wife apart..."
