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Night had fallen.

Han Nuan had finally calmed down. She lay on the bed watching a variety show with a radiant smile, while Ye Lei wrapped himself in the blanket and curled up off to one side like a quail.

He swore that from now on, he would only cultivate when his wife was away. Otherwise, if he happened to run into her during her special time of the month, no matter how tough he was, he would be skinned alive. Today had taught him the harshest lesson.

Fortunately, although he had many injuries, they did not actually hurt. His recovery ability was also top-notch, and in just half an hour, he had recovered completely. Still, he deliberately kept the dozens of long scars on his body.

He could have faded all those scars away, but he simply wanted to keep them as mementos.

The next day, something even more troubling happened to Ye Lei.

Early in the morning, Han Nuan woke up, dragged a suitcase out, and grandly returned to her parents' home, leaving Ye Lei alone to guard the empty bed. Her reason was that Ye Lei had damaged the villa everywhere, so she would stay with her parents for a few days while he remained at the villa to repair it.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Ye Lei could only helplessly go out and buy all sorts of renovation materials, then begin repairing the many areas of the villa he had damaged.

Fortunately, the many damaged areas were only a few large holes. He just needed some cement to patch them up before repainting the walls. The truly troublesome part was the custom-made clothes and luxury handbags he had ruined in his wife's walk-in closet. There was nowhere to buy replacements, since they were all limited