CHAPTER 788: CHAPTER 784: EXTRA | FAN HONGSHAN 03

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Zhou Yilang pursed his lips, suppressing the rage in his heart, and got down to business—this damn woman, always so vague in her responses to anything that happened, and now lost in her wild thoughts...

Even in the midst of their intimacy, she didn’t understand?!!

Fan Hongshan smelled the fresh scent of sweat slowly seeping from her skin. Her hands, which had been forcefully pushing away, had at some point clutched onto his arms to steady herself, her mind a cluttered mess:

How did things turn out this way?

Fan Hongshan didn’t know how she had provoked Zhou Yilang, making him change his temperament drastically in the middle of the night and torment her endlessly.

By the end, Fan Hongshan had fainted from exhaustion and didn’t even realize that, as she lost consciousness from crying, she uttered the words in her heart that she most wanted to say but dared not:

"Dear, can we get a divorce?"

She wanted to return the goods.

Fan Hongshan didn’t know what she had said, but the man, having just reached a state of physical and mental satisfaction, froze completely upon hearing his wife’s unconscious murmur!

It wasn’t until his breathing steadied that Zhou Yilang gradually recovered.

Looking at her unconscious face, his eyes did not show satisfaction but the ominous foreboding of an approaching storm.

Under the light, his wife’s face was tinged with a faint pink glow.

This was the craziest, most unrestrained time he had ever had in their eight years of marriage.

And yet, his wife asked him, "Can we get a divorce?"

Was she dissatisfied with his abilities?

Zhou Yilang felt extremely annoyed inside, his handsome, stone-faced visage even colder and more severe.

When Fan Hongshan woke up feeling completely worn out, she didn’t ponder over it too much. Life went on as it always had.

She got up at six in the morning to make breakfast, woke up the two children at six-thirty, got them to finish breakfast before seven, and then sent them downstairs, where a car would pick them up for school.

The children had a full-day schedule; usually, they’d be home around six in the evening, an hour or so before Zhou Yilang.

And she would wake her husband up at eight each morning, see him off to work at eight-thirty, and after that, until six in the evening, her time was her own.

Because she knew all too well that her marriage was like a rootless duckweed. Once she had come to terms with that, she sought her own pleasures. In this era, although many things were lacking, there were still masters who taught traditional handicrafts.

She had a ’monthly salary’ of almost two hundred dollars, and Zhou Yilang had never shortchanged her. In fact, she didn’t quite understand what Zhou Yilang did for a living.

All she had seen were the foreign books in his study, or books related to philosophy, calligraphy, and the like.

She had no interest in delving into his character or career. She just made sure to play the part of an appropriate ’Mrs. Zhou’ when accompanying him to dinners.

Normally, using her monthly salary, she found an old lady and learned the craft of embroidery. After seven or eight years of study, her teacher had transformed from a healthy woman to a half-blind old lady.

Realizing that excessive use of the eyes was bad for them, Fan Hongshan just treated embroidery as a hobby, making small trinkets for her children or creating fabric art.

Another point was that she also learned traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy. She had been learning this since she was young; before her father passed away, he was a poor scholar whose most impressive skills were his brush writing and traditional painting.

Unfortunately, the Fan Family’s two sons showed no talent for it, but Fan Hongshan was clever from a young age, inheriting nine-tenths of her father’s power. After several years of practice and cultivation, her skill in these two arts had already surpassed the original, becoming even more exceptional.

What a pity that Fan Hongshan never showed her skills before others, only the two children at home knew somewhat that their stepmother had a pair of skillful hands that made everything look extremely beautiful.

After sending the children off, Fan Hongshan went back to her room to wake her husband.

"Husband, it’s already 7:50, wake up."

Fan Hongshan was dressed in a simple and appropriate home outfit, without any airs of a noble lady, only that the colors were brighter than those of ordinary fabric. Furthermore, her facial features were not particularly striking, and she intentionally dressed herself down to blend in with everyone else.

At first glance, one would find her unremarkable and ordinary, just like any other plain little woman.

Zhou Yilang opened his eyes to the sound and saw his wife’s usual attire.

Especially when he met her indifferent eyes beneath her bangs, the few words she uttered before she fell asleep came back to him, each word heavy as a thousand pounds.

Fan Hongshan had already entered into her ’nanny’ role setting and didn’t even glance at Zhou Yilang’s expression. She lowered her head as if to greet him and repeated the key point:

"Husband, it’s almost eight o’clock, get up."

"Mm." Zhou Yilang grunted in response, only to see his wife already straightening her back, then turning around to leave.

Zhou Yilang: ...Why does he feel like he’s been treated like someone who’s paid for a service and then left afterward?

Fan Hongshan, however, was unaware of his thoughts, simply going about her routine to tidy up the dining table, then bringing out her husband’s breakfast that he was about to eat.

Compared to the children who liked to eat bread and sweets, Zhou Yilang preferred to drink soy milk with eggs in the morning, or have a bowl of meat porridge, and would leave the house promptly at 8:40 AM.

During this time, she would take care of the housework, and around 9:30 AM, after taking a bath, she would be able to enter her beloved storeroom by 10 AM to do what she enjoyed.

Having just tidied up the living room and looking at the clock, it was already 8:20 AM. Why hadn’t he come down yet?

By now, in the past, her husband would have almost finished eating.

To be honest, today she felt a bit daring not to face Zhou Yilang directly. On one hand, her face was swollen and bruised which was ugly, but more so—she woke up this morning to find herself sleeping in his embrace, almost scaring herself to wetting the bed.

Sitting on the toilet, she couldn’t figure out why, after eight years of marriage, this man seemed to demand more as he aged.

To the point of making her faint... How embarrassing!

Fortunately, her biological clock was very strong; she woke up right at 5:50 AM, which was really great, she didn’t embarrass herself in front of the children.

Fan Hongshan felt quite at ease toward Zhou Yilang’s two children, who were only fifteen years younger than herself.

The reason she and Zhou Yilang got married wasn’t through proper dating, and moreover, the reason she married into the family was indeed embarrassing. Also, Zhou Yilang made it clear early on, without his consent, she was not allowed to get pregnant—

At this thought, Fan Hongshan stiffened.

She suddenly jumped up from a state of Jingzhe, remembering she hadn’t taken her medicine!

She didn’t know what the ingredients were; Zhou Yilang said taking it once a month was sufficient. And it happened that Zhou Yilang went to Beijing for a business trip at the beginning of the month, and by the time he returned, she was in the middle of her period...

She didn’t know who had spread the tales of Fan Fengshou’s promiscuous scandals to him, making him return home with a gloomy face to confront her—