Fu Shihan sat down by the bed, the warmth she left behind still faintly lingering.
Suppressing his anger, he found his phone to call her. Once the call connected, he asked, "Are you sure you want to play like this?"
"Yes."
"You're forcing me to take down all the doors in the house." Fu Shihan reminded, "If I take down the doors, others will hear even more clearly."
"Bastard."
Su Wanxin cursed softly and hung up the phone, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
Fu Shihan lay on the bed looking at the marriage certificate in his hand. After staring at it for a while, he angrily threw it into the drawer.
Who said getting married guarantees anything?
Bullshit!
Still living like a monk!
Fu Shihan decided to buy a wooden fish tomorrow for some peace and self-cultivation.
He'd knock on the wooden fish and have her transcribe Buddhist scriptures beside him.
And shave their son's head bald.
Perfect.
Let's just live like this from now on!
