He gritted his teeth and snatched the rabbit cushion from his hands. "Brother, why are you still thinking about her?"
"What's so good about that woman?"
"She was forced on you by the Su Family. She's your disgrace. She betrayed you. You should hate her and despise her, not think about her."
Huo Sihan panicked. He shoved her hard, directly snatched the cushion from her hands, and hugged it tightly to his chest.
His eyes were red, whether from drinking or heartbreak, as he glared at her resentfully.
"She didn't. She didn't betray me. She's my wife, so I'm going to think about her. I'm going to think about her just to piss you off, piss you off."
As if he had thought of something upsetting, he pouted and began grumbling angrily again.
"Hmph, I'm angry. You left without even saying goodbye. You really don't take me seriously. You really don't take me seriously."
Yu Hao, Yu Kun, and Butler Lu: "..." It was seriously too painful to watch. They couldn't bear to look.
Huo Xiaoyan was shoved onto the sofa, leaving her completely stunned.
It was the first time— the first time he had ever laid hands on her, and it was for an outsider.
When she came to her senses, an immense hatred suddenly surged in Huo Xiaoyan's heart.
Why?
Why could that woman, Su Qiao, marry Huo Sihan without doing anything at all?
Meanwhile, she had diligently stayed by Huo's mother's side since she was ten, currying favor with her and with everyone in the Huo Family.
To remain in the Huo Family and help him take care of his mother, she had even chosen a university in their city when applying for college.
But what had she gotten in the end?
He had married an outsider.