As the red sports car drove into the courtyard, An Qiao stepped out in her high heels.

At the entrance, the red high-heeled shoes were extremely dazzling. Before he could go upstairs, he heard a cry of forgetting himself.

"Ah... A Ze... use your strength..."

An Qiao frowned.

This damned Han Yuze. Every time she got into trouble, he would ask her to clean up her mess. Now he even brought the woman outside home in public. It was getting more and more outrageous!

She went upstairs impatiently and patted him hard.

"Han Yuze, get out here!"

The door opened unexpectedly quickly.

The white bath towel wrapped around the man's well-defined waist, and his chest was attractive in the color of wheat. There were a few hot lips marks left on it. He leaned lazily against the door frame and raised his eyebrows at her.

"What's up?"

An Qiao put on a fake smile and said, "Please keep your voice down when you're busy. Those who don't know will think that the animals on the African prairie are wild."

"Ha."

Han Yuze smiled, deliberately moving closer to her with his handsome face, and said in a provocative tone, "Are you angry? If you are angry, you can divorce."

"Humph, he is ugly, but he thinks so highly of himself!"

An Qiao held back the urge to punch that detestable face and pretended to smile.

"A divorce? Why do you want a divorce? Mr. Han is handsome and rich. He is the dream lover of countless girls. I, An Qiao, am fortunate to be your wife. I can wake up from my dream with a smile. How can I be willing to leave you?"

"Good, very good." Han Yuze was patient and deliberately provoked her. "Then just wait and see. There will be more to suffer in the future."

"I'll wait."

An Qiao turned around and took a few steps, calling the maid at home. "By the way, remember to wash my clothes separately with him in the future. You also need to use a set of tableware alone."

The maid was puzzled and asked, "Why, Madam?"

An Qiao looked at the man behind him and said with a smile, "Mr. Han is so romantic. It's possible that he will be infected with some strange disease one day. Just in case."

"Hey! Joe!"

A furious roar came from behind him. An Qiao closed the door with a smile and leaned against the door quietly. Only then did a hint of bitterness appear on his lips.

Her marriage with him had long been in name only.

After getting married for an entire year, he had never touched her. All he gave her was endless coldness and violence. He even began to mess around with wild women outside, becoming more and more out of line, becoming more and more excessive, constantly challenging the limits of her patience!

An Qiao smiled bitterly.

Forget it.

Since they couldn't get along well with each other, they might as well torture each other like this.

Outside the door, Han Yuze returned to his room with a sullen face and went straight to the sofa to sit down, his eyes full of annoyance.

He glanced at the woman on the bed. "Continue yelling."

The woman looked at him with grievance. "A Ze..."

"Keep your voice up. Didn't you hear me?"

The woman wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. She bit her lips in shame and cried out in bed, as if she had forgotten everything.

"Ah... A Ze... I can't stand it..."

...

That night, An Qiao tossed and turned, and she didn't sleep well, because the cries from the next door lasted until late at night, which made people upset.

The next day, she covered her dark circles and went straight to the luxury area of the commercial street.

When she was in a bad mood, she would choose to go shopping, and it was really effective.

She took off the label without blinking and hung a string of clothes on it. Then she threw them behind her. The two shop assistants who had been following her always caught them in time and steadily. In their eyes, this was a walking cash cow.

She picked it up unhurriedly while talking to Mrs. Han on the phone.

"An Qiao, today is Mom's birthday. Do you and A Ze have time to come back?"

An Qiao touched the fabric of his clothes and said with a smile, "I'm free. As for him, I don't know."

Who knew what kind of woman he was now?

Mrs. Han sighed. "It's rare for you two to come back. It's cold at home. This man is old, but he..."

"All right, Mom, let's go back." An Qiao smiled bitterly. "I'll inform him."

Mrs. Han was satisfied and hung up the phone. An Qiao sent a message to Han Yuze.

"Today is my mom's birthday. Let's go back tonight."

However, Han Yuze did not reply, and An Qiao did not care.

Because he was used to it.

He walked out of the mall with his bags and just chose an open-air cafe to sit down. A woman who came uninvited took the opposite seat.

"Miss An."

The coquettish woman slowly took off her sunglasses. On her delicate face, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, showing a proud look.

An Qiao frowned and looked over. He thought about it and did not remember who it was.

"Who are you?"

The woman lifted her long hair and said with a proud smile, "We just met last night. I am A Ze's girlfriend, Jiang Shu, an artist."

An Qiao suddenly remembered.

She glanced at the woman's expensive jewelry and the red shelter behind her. It seemed that Han Yuze was willing to give in to this third-rate actress.

"It's you. Put on your clothes. I almost didn't recognize you."

"You!" Jiang Shurong was angry and her mouth twitched twice. She forced herself to calm down and smiled stiffly. "I want to talk to you."

"I'm not familiar with you. There's nothing to talk about."

"I'm pregnant." Jiang Shu stared at her and said word by word, "It's Ah Ze's."

An Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then she looked back at the woman's flat lower abdomen with a strange look.

"A few months?"

"I just found it today. Two weeks." As she spoke, her hand touched her lower abdomen as if she was showing off.

"Oh, congratulations."

An Qiao picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip. She didn't seem to be surprised, which made the woman opposite her unable to sit still.

"Miss An, I'll get straight to the point. You can divorce A Ze!"

Jiang Shu raised her chin high and said in an imposing manner, "I already have A Ze's child, and A Ze is willing to take responsibility for it. So, Miss An, you are redundant. Please be self-aware."

An Qiao looked at the undisguised arrogance on her face, and his heart was clear.

Although Han Yuze liked to mess around, he was not that stupid to "do it" to women outside so easily. This would put him in trouble. He was not that stupid.

Obviously, this was just a little trick for her.

And... this woman didn't seem to be very smart.

An Qiao slowly put down the coffee, sniffed, and his eyes gradually turned red.

She seemed to have been reminded of something sad.

"You're right." An Qiao suddenly said sadly, "I won't hide it from you. Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, I'm a glamorous Mrs. Han, but Han Yuze doesn't love me at all. The two old people in our family don't like me and think that I didn't have a child with the Han family..."

Jiang Shu was stunned.

She didn't expect An Qiao to tell her the truth and tell her the truth.

"Now that things have come to this, I'll help you." An Qiao took out a tissue and wiped her red eyes. "How about this, you go find Han Yuze's parents in person. The two old men want to have grandchildren in their dreams, and they will be very happy."

"Humph, you know your limits." Unable to wait any longer to pick up her bag, Jiang Shu walked away in high spirits.

An Qiao looked at the woman's happy face and burst into laughter.

Han Yuze had always been finding trouble for her. He was just worried that he wouldn't be able to deal with her...

Now it was perfect, but this stupid woman took the initiative to come to him.

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