The Daughters of the Cen Family Are Doing Very Well

Lan Yibai looked at the scars on Cen Shuang's face and was so angry that she did not even eat dinner. When night fell, Cen Shuang talked to Cen Zhu for a while, then brought a bowl of porridge to Lan Yibai. She only returned to her room after repeatedly assuring her that she was fine. Zhuang Hong's bedroom, which was originally only black, white, and grey, and filled with a masculine scent, had long been changed by Cen Shuang. There were blue and white curtains, and there were more feminine items in the room. The carpet was also pink now, and there was a sweet smell in the air.

The man on the bed was covered with a blue blanket. Cen Shuang was rolling an egg on her face where the wound was. She looked at Zhuang Hong and sighed, "My sister has been here for the past few days. So, I have been accompanying you less at night. Do you feel very lonely? Did you miss me? My sister is such a good woman. Tell me, why would she marry a man like Lu Hongyang? Why do I have to marry an old man like you when I'm only twenty years old? Why are our lives so miserable? It's like I'm the beauty and you're the beast..." Cen Shuang did not finish her sentence. "My sister wants me to leave the Zhuang family and divorce you, but we have nothing now. Your mother promised me that the Cen family's house would be mine. Tell me, how could I leave? I really hope that my sister can divorce Lu Hongyang as soon as possible and get some of his assets."

The woman was talking to herself, and she was too busy venting her grievances to notice. The man's eyes twitched. "If I divorce you, how much property will the Zhuang family give me? They probably won't give me anything apart from the Cen family's house. I won't leave until I squeeze you dry." Cen Shuang punched Zhuang Hong in anger. In the next second, the blanket shifted slightly.

"You... are shameless." Cen Shuang withdrew her palm as if it had been scalded. She turned around, flushing, and pointed at Zhuang Hong who still looked unresponsive on the bed. "Aren't you a vegetable? How did you do that?"

Cen Shuang felt her face turn red. As she thought of how she had just hit him, she was so scared that she put down her hand that was covering her face. Her palm was unharmed. However, Cen Shuang felt that her hand was genuinely hurt. She cried out as she ran into the bathroom. The sound of running water could be heard. After a long while, the woman finally came out. Her little face was still red as she looked at Zhuang Hong who was not moving on the bed. She leaned over, acting like a wife, "Zhuang Hong, even if you're a vegetable, you should still react if I touch you there."

After Cen Shuang said that, she felt that the man would not give her an answer. She carefully moved to the side of the bed and groped her way up from the other side. This time, she did not dare to be presumptuous. She just obediently let herself lean against the edge of the bed and hugged the blanket tightly, not moving at all. The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. However, Cen Shuang was no longer sleepy because of what had happened just now. She secretly reached out her hand from under the blanket and could not help but take a look under the bedside lamp, "Zhuang Hong, we are husband and wife, right? This kind of husband and wife thing is very normal. I am already an adult. I shouldn't be so flustered, right?"

After consoling herself, Cen Shuang turned around and looked at the man beside her. Under the muted light, the man's silhouette was unusually perfect. Even his thin lips had a hint of sexiness. "Tell me, why would I have feelings for a vegetable? You clearly don't know anything. I was just thinking too much."

In fact, when she changed his clothes every morning, she caught vague glimpses of his body. But today, she suddenly bumped into him there. She was probably just shocked. Cen Shuang felt that she was reacting this way because she was still young. After she and Zhuang Hong had lived together for ten years, she would not be afraid of such things anymore. "Zhuang Hong, do you think we will get a divorce?"

Cen Shuang looked at the man and whispered. She could not help touching his cheek gently. She also touched the edges of his brows. She thought of the kiss she had put on his lips a few days ago. It was not as gentle as she imagined, but it was clean and slightly hard. She remembered their first kiss very clearly. The scent of him lingered in the air. When she approached him, she realized that he did not smell like someone who had been sick for a long time. Instead, he smelled like he had just showered. He smelled like her. After being together for a long time, their scents had become similar.

Cen Shuang could not help but snicker. She was secretly delighted. "We will definitely not get a divorce. I will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Zhuang Hong was very good. She could rely on him for anything. No one could take him away, and he could not cheat on her or run away.

"Yes, it's not enough. The reason the Lu family is where they are now is because of the Cen family's self-destruction. The Cen family has gone bankrupt. Do you think that I would be so easy to get rid of?" If the Cen family had not used a self-destructive method to help the Lu family back then, how could the Cen family, which had existed for a hundred years in Lin City, be destroyed immediately after her father's accident? Cen Zhu hated those people who added insult to injury, but she hated herself even more. She was the one who had harmed the Cen family.

"Did the Cen family raise their daughter to be like this?"

"The Cen family raised their daughters very well."