Chapter 60: Lu Yanshen, Where Do You Get the Nerve?

How does Lu Yanshen know she is here? Xie Wantang doesn't know.

However, he was mixed in with the male models, yet his aura was the strongest.

Moreover, didn't he say he would need a week to come back?

How does that count? It hasn't even been a week yet.

"You..." The manager saw Lu Yanshen and at first didn't recognize him—this unfamiliar face, she had never seen him—how did he get in?

Pei Xiao stepped forward and said, "Sorry, this is our Mr. Lu, and this is our Mrs. Lu. However much they spend tonight, put it on Mr. Lu's account."

"..."

The manager was also embarrassed.

Their club has many wealthy women who come here to find male models for leisure and enjoyment.

These wealthy women, some earn money themselves, but more often their husbands are good at making money, then using work as an excuse, they only give their wives money and stay away from home all year, leaving the wives lonely.

That's why they come out to find male models to pass the time.

After working here for so long, the manager has never encountered this situation before—a wife coming to the club to find a male model while her husband shows up.

With Pei Xiao's help, the male models withdrew, and Xu Yanqiu, with a sullen face, was also escorted out by Pei Xiao.

Before leaving, Xu Yanqiu gave Xie Wantang a timid look that said "good luck," hinting that if she wanted to call the police, she should say so soon.

The private room was quickly cleared out, and soon only the two of them remained.

Xie Wantang sat down calmly, picked up a fork herself, and began eating the fruit on the glass coffee table.

Besides, the fruit at this club is actually quite sweet.

No wonder the private room fees are so high.

Seeing her so calm, leisurely eating fruit, Lu Yanshen, who had still retained a bit of reason, suddenly felt his chest filled with an inexplicable anger.

He flung the door shut and then locked it.

Immediately after, he strode over with big steps; seeing his grim expression, Xie Wantang thought he was quite bewildering.

Why is he so angry?

It's really strange.

Is it that only officials may set fires while commoners are forbidden to light lamps?

That day at the airport, in front of so many people, he openly held First Love's son and entered the airport together with First Love, treating her, his wife, as if she were air—did she say anything then?

Didn't she openly and calmly accept his choice?

These past few days, haven't they been a man and a woman alone together in a room, and she hasn't asked or interfered, not even calling to disturb them—how nice would that be?

Where could one find a good wife who is law-abiding, self-restraining, and obedient?

So, what does he have to be dissatisfied about?

She merely came to the club with her friend and, as a side note, ordered a couple of male models for some diversion—this isn't an unforgivable sin, is it?

Lu Yanshen walked over to Xie Wantang, turned, and sat down beside her.

He also followed suit, picking up a plastic fork from the wooden tub, spearing a piece of watermelon and putting it in his mouth, saying, "Is the fruit here gilded?"

"..."

A bewildering question.

Xie Wantang remained silent, too lazy to answer.

Not hearing Xie Wantang's voice, Lu Yanshen threw down his fork, turned back, and looked down at her with a glare.

Huh, she is indeed calm.

When Xu Yanqiu left, she still looked guilty and embarrassed, as if she had done something wrong.

As for her, she might as well have no expression, but at this moment she is still so calm and composed.

It's as if her coming here to order male models were a matter of course.

"I've been abroad for just a week, and I already told you what to do—Mrs. Lu really can't even hold out a week of loneliness?" Lu Yanshen asked, raising his eyebrows.

He fully enjoyed his rights as a husband.

Xie Wantang gave him a white-eye and said, "Lu Yanshen, where do you get the nerve?"

"What?" Lu Yanshen's facial lines stiffened, wearing an expression of disbelief.

He refrained from laying hands on her out of consideration for the child in her belly, thinking, let's talk first.

"First, my intention to divorce you has not stopped; I gave you another chance before, but you disappointed me, so we must end this marriage."

"Second, we haven't divorced yet; using your words, we are still husband and wife. As a husband, you openly go out with First Love in front of your wife—you take the first day, I take the fifteenth—it's quite reasonable."

"May I ask, Mr. Lu, isn't this unfair? I'm merely following your example, learning from you."

"Surely it's not the case that you make me uncomfortable and I still have to act like a doormat, staying obediently in the hotel while you and your First Love team up to bully me?"

"Hah—"

After hearing Xie Wantang's words, Lu Yanshen laughed furiously.

"As expected, a miss from the Qin Family of Haishi—her tongue is sharp."

Lu Yanshen said with feeling.

Now it was Xie Wantang's turn to overreact; she grabbed Lu Yanshen's tie and demanded, "Lu Yanshen, what did you just say?"

Did he say Haishi Qin Family?

Does he know her true identity?

How would he know?

Who told him?

She had only told Xu Yanqiu about it, but she trusts Xu Yanqiu completely.

Xu Yanqiu would not betray her.

Even if Xu Yanqiu can't control his own big mouth, it's possible he might inadvertently let something slip, but these days Xu Yanqiu has been staying with her.

During the day he rests at the hotel, enjoying himself; at night he goes to the club to request male models, living a carefree, easy life.

Xu Yanqiu also doesn't have the chance to go out and run his mouth.

That is……

Xie Wantang had a flash of inspiration, just about to say something, when Lu Yanshen lunged forward, directly pressing her onto the sofa beneath him.

Xie Wantang froze for a second, then pushed him hard with both hands; the muscles under her hands were hard as iron, and Lu Yanshen's body didn't move an inch.

This guy, I don't know what he ate to grow up like that.

Clothed he looks slim; naked he has muscle.

Clearly, the first time seeing him after reuniting, he was scrawny as a weak chicken.

Calling him a white-cut chicken is not an exaggeration.

It seems no one specially fed him anything, so how did these sinewy muscles grow?

Lu Yanshen gripped her hands, taking care not to press on her belly; his gaze was deep as he looked at Xie Wantang's delicate, round face, full of collagen.

"Xie Wantang, you came here to look for male models—are you dissatisfied with how well you've eaten these years?" Lu Yanshen asked in a low voice, his tone full of magnetism, like a bass speaker, full of allure.

Xie Wantang involuntarily muttered along with his words: "I have eaten well, but you're like fishing—have you ever fed me to my fill?"

By the time she realized it, her uncontrollable chattering mouth was saying something, and Xie Wantang's face flushed red; she wished she could quickly slap that blabbering mouth that dared to speak in front of Lu Yanshen.

However, Lu Yanshen gripped her hands, not letting her move at all.

Their pose was overly ambiguous.

Moreover, being stared at by Lu Yanshen's deep, intriguing eyes, Xie Wantang felt the air in the private room becoming uncontrollable, rising steadily, and the air around her also grew thin.

"Have you never been fully fed?" Lu Yanshen suddenly asked, very seriously.

He thought it unlikely.

But meanwhile, the woman beneath him started complaining.

"Lu Yanshen, get up."

"I'm asking you a question—really, have you never been fully fed? Not even once?" Lu Yanshen suddenly became fixated on getting an answer.

"……"

Xie Wantang was so angry she wanted to kick someone.

She silently swore that if Lu Yanshen didn't release her, she wouldn't blame her knee for striking his vital parts.

Three,

Two,

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