"Then go find yourself another woman!"
After uttering those words, Bai Zhiqing immediately lowered her head, a trace of despondency coloring her face. At this moment, she realized she was far from an adequate wife, actually suggesting her own husband should seek the company of other women. Surely, she was the epitome of failure as a spouse.
Bai Zhiqing, with her head bowed, felt her heart clenching in pain, as if a pair of large hands were grasping her heart with force, making it hard for her to breathe. Just the thought of Lu Tianxing rolling in bed with another woman was like someone stabbing her heart with a knife, a piercing agony that she couldn't escape.
Even she didn't understand why she felt this way.
Deep down, Bai Zhiqing truly wanted to agree to Lu Tianxing's request, "I'll consummate our marriage, just don't go find other women."
