When Song Junyue was roughly thrown on the bed by him, she felt a little pain, and her brain even seemed to be shocked.

But before he could react, Lin Fansen had already pulled open his shirt and pressed forward.

"Fan Sen, be gentle."

But Lin Fansen drank wine and was stimulated by the beautiful scenery in front of him, so he couldn't hear her voice at all.

He just kept asking in an annoyed voice: "Let me ask you, you are so hungry, have you ever had any other men?"

"You tried every means to threaten me and asked me to marry you, didn't you just want me to play with you? Now that I'm playing with you, are you satisfied?"

"I'm warning you, don't show yourself like this in front of other men in the future, otherwise I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."

"..."

His cruel voice rang in her ears for a long time. Song Junyue was sad at first, but gradually became numb later on.

The whole night, I don't know how long it took, until she was so tired that she lost consciousness.

...

The next day.

When Lin Fansen woke up, his brain and stomach felt a little uncomfortable.

He sat up and found that he was sleeping on the big bed in the master bedroom. It was different from every time he woke up before. The bed was quite messy, and there was a familiar fragrance of women in the quilt.

But the clothes and tissues that were littered on the floor last night were gone now.

He held his head, his mind was quite confused.

It seemed that every time he met Song Junyue, he would lose control and become nothing like himself.

He got up upset and walked to the bathroom.

On the wash cabinet, there is a pink toothbrush next to his toothbrush cup, and there are two more towels on the towel rack, a bath towel, a face towel, and some skin care products on them.

He frowned. After taking a shower, he walked to the dressing room and opened the cabinet door. There were no longer all men's clothes inside, but there were some women's clothes hanging next to them.

When men's clothes and women's clothes were placed side by side, he was stunned for a few seconds. At this moment, he deeply realized that he was really married.

Song Junyue became his wife.

He stood in front of the closet door for a while, then changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

In the kitchen, the sound of the range hood came over.

When he walked into the restaurant, he saw Song Junyue wearing an apron and frying something. She seemed to have been splashed by oil, and the spatula in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

That scene awakened some memories in Lin Fansen's mind.

That year, when the two of them were studying abroad in country M, he fell ill once and saw her cooking for him.

However, Song Junyue is not good at this at all and is clumsy.

Later, he no longer allowed her to touch the spatula.

After all these years, she is still the same as before.

"How can your ex-husband stand your clumsiness?" Lin Fansen walked over and turned off the fire. He glanced over and saw that her slender, white hands were red with oil splatter.

Song Junyue lowered her eyes, moved her thin lips slightly, but did not speak.

Lin Fansen snarled again, "I forgot. Although your ex-husband is a sick man, his family is so rich, so there must be many nannies, so there is no need for Miss Song to cook for him."

Facing his ridicule, Song Junyue felt powerless. She knew that some things were obstacles in the hearts of the two of them, "Fan Sen, it was the Song family who gave birth to me and raised me. I have responsibilities that I cannot escape."

"I didn't stop you from escaping your responsibilities. When you said you wanted to break up, I didn't show any shame. But you, after so long, still force me to marry you."

Lin Fansen looked at her coldly, "Now that you have made your choice, you should not look back to me. From the beginning to the end, you will not care about or respect my feelings at all. Will you get tired of me in the future?

It's up to you to decide whether you want to break up. Anyway, I have no autonomy at all in this marriage."


Chapter completed!