The title of the book was "The Cutie Wife". The president favored his wife.

Introduction of the work:

Ye Huan counted carefully. She had slept with Ling Han for 99 nights.

In the 100th night, she was forced to watch him having fun with other women.

"The same woman has slept so many times. I'm tired of it. The place where I should go has been loosened. Your body can't make me happy. So, get lost—"

During the day, she was his secretary.

In the evening, she was his mistress.

He swore to crush her self-esteem and make her his slave.

"Is that enough? If that's enough, I'll tell you a secret." In the end, she handed him an abortion report with a smile.

"Ye Huanyan, how dare you hit my child? Who gave you the courage?"

.

"Oh—"

Ye Huanyan, who was in her sleep, suddenly cried out.

The man who was supposed to sleep beside her had woken up.

He got out of bed and walked lazily toward the bathroom.

"Take good care of the aftermath. Don't get pregnant and play the emotional card with my grandma. I don't like this."

After the crisp sound of closing the door, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, completely isolating Ling Han's voice.

Ye Huanyan opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling above her head. As the blush on her face faded away little by little, a touch of paleness appeared.

Huh... have you finished dealing with the aftermath?

She laughed at herself as if she had gotten used to the man's tone.

Yes, he hated her to the core. How could he let her be pregnant with his child?

...

When Ye Huanyan woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the empty place beside her was ice-cold.

She dragged her aching body and simply washed her body. She tied up her messy hair, put on a royal blue dress, and applied some powder on the bruises on her neck.

Downstairs, several servants were standing around the dining table. Ling Han leaned against the main chair like a piece of bone. He raised the knife and fork in his hand, looking elegant and noble.

Noticing that she was standing at the top of the stairs, he paused and said casually, "Grandma called me just now and asked me to take you back to the old house on Saturday."

With this, he cut another piece of steak and put it into his mouth.

"Back to... the old house?" Ye Huanyan was a little hesitant. She walked slowly down the last step, and her palm-sized face was full of entanglement. "Grandma, does she have something important to say?"

Otherwise, why would he ask them to go back for no reason?

However, these words became more and more ear-piercing in his ears. His eyes darkened unconsciously. With a "clang", the knife and fork collided with the bowl, making a crisp sound.