"Good. At least you learned your lesson."
Su Qiao felt not the slightest bit of regret or guilt. Sometimes, a man simply needed to be properly disciplined.
See? Hadn't he become much more obedient after that beating?
Du Jingzhou was somewhat helpless. "Everyone outside says you're refined and demure, elegant and generous. They really ought to see what a tigress you are."
"Let them see. In the end, I won't be the one losing face anyway."
After saying that, Su Qiao went into the bedroom, happily taking a shower, changing clothes, and doing her hair and makeup.
"..."
It was the first time Du Jingzhou had been rendered speechless by her.
And it was true—the only one who would lose face was him.
After all, he was the one afraid of his wife, the one who got beaten, while the woman who beat him was still his woman.
No matter how he looked at it, he was the one losing face!
Sigh!
"Were you the one who put all those clothes in my closet?"
Su Qiao wore a black knee-length cheongsam, with a slightly sensual neckline trimmed in diamond-blue floral embroidery. It was exceptionally understated yet luxurious, while also carrying a hint of sensuality and mystery.
She wore a purple-blue fur coat over it, paired with a simple yet exquisite and demure hairstyle and jade accessories. The whole ensemble was breathtakingly beautiful.
Du Jingzhou regretted it a little.
If he had known she would look this good, he never would have agreed to take her to Lido.
But he had already given his word, so he couldn't go back on it. Otherwise, he would get beaten.
"Mm. I picked them out. Do you like them?"
"Your taste is pretty good!" Su Qiao quite liked the clothes in the closet.
"Then