"What have you been up to lately?" Song Xiaodong sat in the bathtub, with his back facing Shui Qinghe.
"Not much, just working." Shui Qinghe gently wiped Song Xiaodong's shoulder with a towel.
"Then why haven't you even called home?"
"I didn't have any reason to call. With so many wives at your house, one more of me doesn't make a difference, but one less doesn't matter either."
"What's that supposed to mean? Since you're my wife, taking care of you is my responsibility."
"I never agreed to be your wife, did I? We've just slept together, which isn't a big deal anymore. Who doesn't have a few friends with benefits before getting married these days?"
Song Xiaodong's face immediately darkened and he said, "I don't really like the sound of that."
Shui Qinghe replied smugly, "Hehe, I'm just stating the facts. If I meet someone suitable in the future, I'll get married."
"Qinghe, are you just trying to provoke me?"
