Once inside the room, with no annoying people around, Xie Wantang’s mind finally cleared up a bit.
Xia Meng and her son were here at the old mansion?
Then who was Lu Yanshen speaking to so gently and tenderly in the car just now?
Xie Wantang closed her eyes and carefully recalled. Lu Yanshen’s tone did seem gentle, but tender?
Analyzing it seriously now, it really didn’t seem that way.
So who was on the other end of the call?
Downstairs, both elders were there, her father-in-law and mother-in-law too, her elder brother and sister-in-law…
Oh, Lu Rourou wasn’t there.
Lu Yanshen’s sister.
After guessing it was Lu Rourou, Xie Wantang couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
She didn’t have much fondness for Lu Rourou either.
In the first year of their marriage, when Lu Yanshen was still confined to a wheelchair, Lu Rourou would call her “sister-in-law” repeatedly. Later, after Lu Yanshen stood up,
she felt that Lu Yanshen was indifferent to her as a sister-in-law. Moreover, although she and Lu Rourou were born in the same year, she was three months younger than Lu Rourou. So, Lu Rourou stopped calling her “sister-in-law” and started addressing her by her name directly.
She didn’t make a fuss about it.
But ever since Xia Meng decided to return to the country, Lu Rourou had almost always gone out of her way to annoy her whenever they met.
Before formally meeting Xia Meng, she had already learned everything about Lu Yanshen and Xia Meng’s past from Lu Rourou’s mouth.
Among the Lu family, apart from Old Mrs. Lu, who genuinely appreciated her for sincerely caring for Lu Yanshen and helping him stand up from the wheelchair back then, everyone else believed that as Lu Yanshen’s wife, it was her duty to take care of him.
Lu Yanshen standing up wasn’t her achievement—it was simply how things should have been.
If Lu Yanshen hadn’t been able to stand, it would have been because she, as his wife, hadn’t cared for him diligently enough.
People could be so realistic and despicable.
Forget it. She was going to divorce Lu Yanshen anyway. From now on, whatever happened to these people had nothing to do with her.
When Lu Yanshen pushed the door open and entered, he saw Xie Wantang standing in front of the wardrobe, still wearing her dirty pants.
“Why haven’t you changed yet?” Lu Yanshen’s voice was still cold, his tone icy.
The difference was obvious.
Lu Yanshen spoke coldly to outsiders too, but his tone wasn’t as frigid.
When his tone turned icy, it meant he was still angry, just trying hard to suppress his rage.
“They’re all skirts. I don’t want to wear skirts.” Xie Wantang glanced again, starting to wonder when all the clothes in her wardrobe had turned into skirts.
There were two pairs of pants, but they were winter styles—thick and warm. Wearing them now would practically roast her alive.
“What’s wrong with skirts? Don’t all women like wearing skirts when it’s hot?” Lu Yanshen retorted.
“All women? It seems Mr. Lu has experienced quite a few women. But I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed, Mr. Lu. I’m different from the other women you’ve experienced—I’m the exception who doesn’t like wearing skirts.”
With a loud bang, Xie Wantang forcefully slammed the wardrobe door shut.
Lu Yanshen’s deep eyes flickered again. The next second, he quickly walked over, grabbed Xie Wantang’s wrist, and pinned her against the wardrobe door despite her struggles.
“Where is all this pent-up anger coming from? Can’t you let it go, huh? Is it just because I didn’t come back in time to celebrate your birthday? I’ve already apologized and made up for it with gifts. What more do you want, Xie Wantang?”
He uttered the last three words through gritted teeth.
He had chased after her, actually intending to vent his anger on behalf of his mother, and had genuinely considered teaching Xie Wantang a lesson—for instance, not letting her eat unless she apologized to his mother.
But just now, his grandmother had stopped him and reminded him of how good Xie Wantang had been to him since their marriage. She also told him that a wife needs to be coaxed, and as a man, he should take the initiative rather than waiting for his wife to do everything.
“Lu Yanshen, let go… mmm.”
Someone once said that when a woman is being difficult or throwing a tantrum, a hug, a kiss, and then taking her to bed will absolutely win her over.
Before this, Lu Yanshen had disdained using such methods to coax a woman.
Even if Xie Wantang was his wife.
He had always believed that reasoning with someone was the best approach, no matter who it was.
Moreover, he had always thought that Xie Wantang wouldn’t be difficult or throw tantrums with him—she simply wasn’t that kind of woman.
His older brother had laughed at him, saying he didn’t understand women. In this world, what woman doesn’t throw tantrums with her man?
Unless she doesn’t love him.
So, if you encounter a woman who is sensible, generous, understanding, and never makes unreasonable demands, don’t think you’re just lucky. There’s a high chance that woman simply doesn’t love you.
That’s why, no matter what you do, she remains indifferent, naturally not being difficult or throwing tantrums with you.
Xie Wantang’s lips were sealed by Lu Yanshen’s kiss. Her pupils contracted repeatedly before she finally realized she had been forcefully kissed by Lu Yanshen.
This was the first time in over three years of marriage—an unprecedented event.
When Lu Yanshen hadn’t yet stood up from his wheelchair, the little intimacies between them were always initiated by Xie Wantang—kissing his brows, his eyes, his lips, and at most, taking advantage of helping him bathe to playfully tease him and satisfy her cravings. Beyond that, she had no experience.
She had only observed from afar.
Later, after Lu Yanshen stood up from his wheelchair, in their marital affairs, she had taken the initiative more often at first, but eventually, Lu Yanshen took over as the dominant one.
Of course, Lu Yanshen had also taken the initiative before, but a forceful kiss as domineering as today’s had never happened before.
The first time in history.
Xie Wantang was shocked.
After the shock, she began to feel disgusted.
She pushed Lu Yanshen away forcefully. Lu Yanshen didn’t resist too much, afraid of hurting her, and with that one push, he was shoved away.
After pushing him away, Xie Wantang raised the back of her hand and vigorously wiped her mouth.
Her lips, already reddened from Lu Yanshen’s kiss, became even more flushed from her vigorous wiping.
Seeing her genuine disgust, the desire that had filled his eyes from the kiss was instantly replaced by deep anger.
What had he even done to deserve such disgust from her?
It was just a kiss. Did she have to keep wiping her mouth like that?
Did she see him as bacteria or a virus?
“Xie Wantang, come downstairs within five minutes.” Lu Yanshen no longer wanted to coax her. If she wanted to be difficult or throw a tantrum, she could go ahead.
With that, Lu Yanshen turned and left, slamming the door with a loud bang—even louder than Xie Wantang’s earlier door slam.
Xie Wantang: “…”
This time, she didn’t listen to him. Come downstairs within five minutes?
Xie Wantang leisurely made her way downstairs five minutes later.
She went to the bathroom, took a brush to clean the mud off her pants, then used a hairdryer to dry them. Just these two steps alone couldn’t be completed within the five minutes Lu Yanshen had demanded.
In any case, Xie Wantang only went downstairs after drying her pants.
Just as she came downstairs, Mrs. Lu, who had changed clothes even before her, tossed an apron over and crossed her arms, issuing orders from a lofty position:
“Xie Wantang, Mengmeng says Dongdong wants to try your hometown’s specialty wontons. The meat and dough wrappers are already bought. Go wrap them, then cook a pot and serve them for everyone to taste.”
“……”