"You useless piece of trash. If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. Can't you live on your own? Do you really think you can't get by alone?"
"Did you have to find a woman to torment before you'd feel satisfied? Did you have to keep a woman in front of you at all times to remind yourself of your own incompetence before you could get off?"
"Do you think that putting a woman on display means people won't know you're a useless piece of trash?"
"Do you think bullying a weak woman proves your manly abilities and makes you a normal man?"
Su Qiao pointed at his nose and cursed him without holding back.
"I'm telling you, Wen Congyuan, even if you married a thousand wives, or ten thousand wives, you'd still be an impotent piece of trash!"
Wen Congyuan hadn't expected her to know about his condition.
He felt humiliated, as if someone had stripped him naked, placed him in front of a crowd, and left him exposed under the blazing sun.
For the first time, he panicked a little. "Y-you're not actually crazy."
Su Qiao kicked him and sneered. "When did I ever say I was crazy?"
"If I were crazy, I'd chop you to death! I wouldn't have to bear any legal responsibility, anyway."
"Right, even if I'm not crazy, I can still break both your legs and make you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."
Su Qiao gave a feral smile and stomped on his leg.
"That way, you won't be able to hit me anymore, while I can hit you whenever I want, and play with you whenever I feel like it."
"That's a great idea."
A trace of eager anticipation appeared on Su Qiao's face.
Wen Congyuan