Mr. Fu Is Slapped In The Face Again Today
The ever stoic Mr. Fu was finally married, but rumor has it that he set a house rule on their first night with his new wife.
"Know your place, and don't covet what you can never get.
"We'll never interfere in each other lives."
Bai Yu, dressed in her pure-white bridal gown, merely agreed to it cheerfully while she sat on the bed, "Sure."
The whole city knew that Fu Yunzhe hated his wife, but no one mocked her for it, because there was a man beneath her feet, his face swollen while she smiled confidently, "Come now, say it again—who is a ghost wife?"
She arrived, dressed in a dazzling red dress later at a certain banquet. Mr. Fu who arrived at the banquet hall saw her chatting lively with an unfamiliar man. He strode up to her and took her by the waist, whispering into her ear, "Are you making me a cuckold in public, Mrs. Fu?"
Bai Yu calmly pushed him away. "It's just typical socializing. Why are you so worried, Mr. Fu?"
Upset written all over his face, Mr. Fu took off his coat and covered her bareback. "No wearing skirts that short from now on. And who are these people at this banquet..."
The woman, fiddling with her fair fingers, lifted a brow. "Are you meddling with my affairs now, Mr. Fu?" The man's heart skipped a beat.
Remembering the ruleset on their first night, he promptly changed his words, "I was worried that you'd catch a cold!"
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