Could Huo Wenting indulge Lu Chengwen's little schemes?
He wanted to get intimate with her? Their marriage was nothing but an alliance of interests—did he really think she would bear him a child?
Shameless!
Pah!
She shoved and berated Lu Chengwen all the way to the door, pushed him out, and slammed it shut with a bang.
After taking two steps, she stopped, turned back, and said, "What kind of person is he?"
Huo Wenting walked into the room and let out a breath.
This was the third time.
Who was it, exactly? Someone from Mile Company? An enemy from Huaxia? Or perhaps...
Huo Wenting could not figure it out. She had offended far too many people.
She had thought Lu Chengwen was an Ancient Martial Artist who understood business, and that their marriage alliance could help her reclaim her shares.
Yet this guy had not improved at all. He looked somewhat presentable when discussing business, but the moment he got home, he was back to acting like a lecherous pervert.
What was so interesting about that sort of thing between men and women?
Love and romance were disgusting enough.
The world was made of profit and run by power. And sleeping in the same bed... revolting.
She walked to the bedside, took a sip of warm milk, and set it down. Picking up a book, she sat against the headboard. Just as she was about to read a few pages, she suddenly noticed that the window was open.
Huo Wenting was exceptionally meticulous. She clearly remembered that her window had been shut and the curtains drawn.
She immediately became alert. Quietly pressing the alarm, she took a pistol from the drawer, rose to her feet, and pretended to stretch. Using the mirror to watch the window, she made her