Chapter 8

My Mother-in-law told me to go home.

How could I just go back so easily?

Shouldn’t I act like a pushover, show up looking all disheveled and hungover so she’d feel sorry for me, and really teach her a lesson?

I let her check my phone whenever she had nothing better to do.

But in the end, wasn’t she coaxed into submission by just a bag, a kiss, and a few soft words from me?

Doesn’t she still have to listen to her parents and give me a child sooner rather than later?

I rushed anxiously to the hotel.

It wasn’t until eleven thirty that I finally saw her.

Jiang Ke was wearing a pair of jeans and a white, stand-collar short-sleeved shirt.

Her long, seaweed-like hair, usually flowing, was now tied up in a bun.

I was used to seeing her in tight-fitting clothes that showed off her waist.

But right now, Jiang Ke looked youthful and vibrant, like an innocent child.

I couldn’t wait to pull her into my arms, planting messy kisses on her delicate skin.

“Honey, I really like how you dressed today.”

Jiang Ke shrank back a little, smiling with a mix of shyness and invitation.

“I just thought you might be tired of seeing me look the same all the time, so I wanted to give you a change of flavor.”

Look at that awareness.

If every woman thought like Jiang Ke, what man would ever stray?

I grabbed her slender waist and tossed her hard onto the bed.

A string of bell-like laughter rang out.

Beautiful and melodious.