I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

In the dimly lit master bedroom, Wen Wan held the hem of her nightgown and stood beside the big bed, looking uneasily at the man who was leaning against the big bed and doing work.

"Is something wrong?" He Lanchen's eyes remained on the computer screen, without even raising his eyelids.

Seeing that her husband of three years had an indifferent attitude and a cold tone, Wen Wan spoke with her heart pounding, "My mother said that if I don't get pregnant again, she will cut off my sister's medical expenses."

Three years ago, she went to work as a tutor in the He family. For some reason, Mrs. He fell in love with her as her daughter-in-law. Regardless of He Lanchen's objections, she forced them to get married together.

She has always had a selfish intention, and she has always hidden her love for He Lanchen. After getting married, she hid her love for him more carefully and obscurely. If it weren't for Mrs. He's strong persecution, she would never have had the chance to enter the He family, so in this marriage, she was both happy and miserable.

Happiness is being able to spend time with the man you love day and night, but pain is that he will use all kinds of torture methods on her every time in bed.

"Back then, you shamelessly wanted to stay in the He family. It's your own fault for being born today." He Lanchen raised his hand to take off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and put the computer aside.

Wen Wan heard every word he said in his magnetic and deep voice was unpalatable, and every word he said to her was even more heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying to get pregnant this time and won't bother you anymore." She lowered her eyes and bit her lip lightly with her white teeth.

He Lanchen opened the quilt with one hand, put on his slippers and walked up to Wen Wan. His slender fingers, with a coolness, outlined the broken hair around her ears and temples, "Let's go to the balcony!"

There was a cold sneer on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were so cold that Wen Wan turned pale with fright. Even though he was the only man she had, she also knew how shocking it was to go to a place like the sun.

"Young Master He, can you change..." Before she could say a complete sentence, her wrist was severely clamped by a big palm.

He Lanchen was wearing silk pajamas, and his slender body was close to Wen Wan. Their breaths blended with each other, and ambiguity fermented in the air.

"Is this your attitude towards begging for help? It's about your sister's medical expenses. You'd better think it through before speaking." He raised his thin lips slightly and burst out with a cold remark that could not be ignored.

When Wen Wan thought of Mrs. He's birth and her sister's medical expenses, she could only follow He Lanchen to the balcony.

He Lanchen pushed her to the railing, and he stuck behind her. When her back felt hot, the man's masculine aura enveloped her...

The nightgown was torn open by him and discarded casually on the balcony. She was like a puppet with no self-esteem and interest in life, letting him play with it.

"Wen Wan, this is the last time I will help you..." He Lanchen lowered his head, gnawing at her round ear beads with his teeth.

She couldn't tell whether her ears hurt or her heart hurt.

When everything was over, Wen Wan picked up the nightgown on the ground that could barely cover her body, and left the master bedroom in embarrassment.

Returning to the guest room next door, she did not dare to rinse her body for fear of losing the chance of pregnancy. Standing in front of the sink, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was full of tears after crying, and her ear was bitten by He Lanchen, leaving traces of dried blood. .

After treating the wound on her ear, she wiped her body and changed into new pajamas. Wen Wan dragged her tired body back to the bedroom. When she lay down and closed her eyes, all she could see was He Lanchen doing various embarrassing and embarrassing things to her.

Do other couples have the same relationship with them? She asked netizens about this topic on the Internet... and got very different answers.

With messy melancholy in her head, Wen Wan quickly fell asleep due to her tired body after being warm.

The man in the master bedroom took a shower, put on his suit, put on his watch and glasses and went downstairs.

The driver was waiting in the courtyard and took him to the airport.

One month later, hospital ward.

"Sister, look, my idol posted on Weibo that he has returned to China." Nuan Xi was lying on the hospital bed holding a tablet in her hand, her pale face full of joy.

Wen Wan, who was peeling apples for her sister, was not very interested. Since that night, He Lanchen went abroad that night. The servants at home told her not to be too sad, but in fact she knew it in her heart. He hates her and traveling abroad on business is just an excuse.

Wen Wan fed the apple into her sister's mouth, smiled and stared at the tablet screen, "You! You keep saying that you are the only idol, and my sister is not important in your heart at all."

Just when Wen Wenxi was about to answer, Glasses noticed a forwarded name on Weibo. With her sixth sense of surfing, she quickly closed the web page and hurriedly looked at Wen Wan.

"No one can compare to my good sister. In my heart, you are the only one..."

She held Wen Wan's arm coquettishly, with a smile on her face.

Wen Wan knew her sister best, and her quick closing of the webpage betrayed her sister's thoughts. She was not in a hurry to expose her, "glib talk."

The two sisters changed the topic in a tacit understanding, and after chatting with their sister, Wen Wan felt tired recently, so she got up and left the ward.

When she walked to the elevator and was in a daze, she saw the handsome face after the elevator door opened. After a month of separation, the sourness of longing suddenly flooded into her heart.

"Achen, it's time for us to leave." The woman called her husband's name gently.

At this time, Wen Wan was like an uninvited clown. She turned slightly to avoid them, but her pursed lips never had the courage to shout out the words "Young Master He".

They must be very close. The intimate tone of voice when the beautiful woman called his name was the love she had secretly practiced thousands of times but could not express.

When the elevator door closed, tears fell from Wen Wan's warm eyes.

Her legitimate husband is called "Achen" by other women, and she can only call him "Young Master He" as she has legal rights.

It turns out that every time he went to bed with her, he left in a hurry not on a business trip, but to meet his beloved woman abroad.

Wen Wan returned home tired, but Xueqiu, who usually waited in the entrance hall, was nowhere to be seen.

"Snowball, mommy is back." She tried calling the cat's name.

Wen Wan's answer was silence. When she reached the second floor, she saw that the door of He Lanchen's study was open.

A few snow-white cat hairs were clearly visible on the floor. The next second she hurriedly entered the room, "Xueqiu, come out quickly. He doesn't like your hair on the floor."

After Wen Wan entered the door, she went to hug Xueqiu, but her arm accidentally knocked off the folder on the table.

There was a document in the opened folder. When she saw the words "divorce agreement" in bold, her heart felt like a huge stone was falling, and it was so heavy that she felt uncomfortable.

It was because she thought too wonderfully that she could stay in the He family and stay with him after getting pregnant.

Now that she is not pregnant, I am afraid that Mrs. He will not be able to tolerate herself without waiting for him to propose a divorce agreement.

Wen Wan held Xueqiu in her arms and bent down to pick up the documents on the ground. Just as she was about to go back to her room, she bumped into He Lanchen coming back.

His sinister gaze at her fell on the folder on the table, and she felt a chill run through her body.

Her marriage could not be saved.