What kind of divine husband is this?
He was simply too good to A Xiang, pampering her far too much.
"A Xiang, I'm so envious and jealous of you."
After hearing that, A Xiang wore a foolish grin. "The people who envy and are jealous of me could circle the earth several times. You're not exactly special."
"Hmph. If it weren't for me, would you have met Ding Ling?"
Chen Afang was getting haughty.
A Xiang smiled with her eyes and expressed her gratitude once again.
Chen Afang knew when to stop. After all, A Xiang had already given her enough. She couldn't be so ungrateful as to keep bringing it up. If others didn't grow annoyed, she herself would end up hating herself.
She decided she would mention such things less often in the future.
But sometimes, she just couldn't help herself. She had clearly been the one who met Ding Ling first. Back then, she should have shamelessly pursued Ding Ling for a few months before deciding anything. At worst, she could have rushed forward, slept with Ding Ling, and dealt with the consequences afterward.
She wasn't unattractive, and she had a great figure.
Maybe if she had taken the initiative, things would have worked out?
She could only blame herself for being too thin-skinned. After Ding Ling rejected her, she was too embarrassed to pursue him again.
Sigh~~
Sure enough, thin-skinned people were prone to suffering losses.
Whether in life or in love.
Just look at A Xiang now.
She really seemed to have eaten eight lemons. Her mouth was unbearably sour.
"My husband is the best. I listen to everything my husband says."
"Can you stop saying 'my husband' every other sentence? It sounds so awkward."
"I'm happy to. I like it. My husband said that