"Stay here as long as you want. From now on, this is your home," Cheng Xinghe said.
Su Wan stood aside, looking at him, a bit puzzled by this man.
In the evening, Cheng Xinghe was on the sofa dealing with something when Su Wan approached, looking at him. From their marriage until now, they had spoken only a few times.
In each other's eyes, it was as if the other person was just a stranger.
Su Wan looked at him, "What did you mean when you asked about Mianmian's mother today?"
"It's none of your business, right?" Cheng Xinghe looked up at her, "Su Wan, do you know why I married you?"
"Why?" This was exactly what Su Wan wanted to know.
Cheng Xinghe said, "Because you really didn't want to marry me. And I, like you, don't want to get married, and even more so, I don't want a wife who comes home asking about everything. So, I hope you won't be like those women."
Listening to him say such things, Su Wan's fists unconsciously clenched.
