Sr. Fu, sua esposa não quer mais ser a senhora do homem mais rico
Casados há três anos, Fu Beichen encontrava-se com ela apenas duas vezes por mês, e cada vez era apenas para cumprir o dever conjugal. Ele era indiferente a ela, não sabia nada sobre sua vida, até que
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For three years, their marriage had been a quiet arrangement, fulfilling their duties as husband and wife in this very manner. Today was the fifth day of the lunar month. As usual, Bei Chen Fu instructed the butler to bring Xing Nian Gu to the Nianxin Pavilion. She had always adored the pavilion’s garden, filled with pure white lilies whose fragrance permeated the air, so dreamlike and exquisite.
But the three-year term was up; today was the last day. Not only had she come for their final meeting, but she also brought a divorce agreement with her.
As she entered the room, Bei Chen Fu was stepping out of the bathroom. Shirtless, his broad shoulders and narrow waist formed a perfect inverted triangle, every inch exuding strength. A loosely tied towel hung at his hips, water droplets tracing the smooth lines of his muscles. His sculpted abs and deep V-line disappeared beneath the towel’s edge, igniting the imagination.
His handsome face was a masterpiece, seemingly crafted with painstaking care by the Creator.
At that moment, his thin lips were pressed tight, flushed from just stepping out of the bath, but no softness softened his expression—only a cold aloofness warning others to keep their distance.
Without a word, he lifted Xing Nian Gu into his arms and strode toward the bed. She gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
Bei Chen Fu said nothing, leaning down to kiss her lips before reaching to unfasten her cheongsam.
Holding his neck, she caught the familiar scent of tobacco mingled with a faint tr