Chapter 7: Forced Kiss

After entering the room, with no annoying people behind her, Xie Wantang's head finally cleared a little.

Xia Meng and her son are at the old house?

Just now in the car, who was Lu Yanshen speaking to so gently and intimately?

Xie Wantang closed her eyes and thought back carefully—Lu Yanshen's words had sounded quite gentle, but as for being intimate?

Upon serious analysis just now, it seems there really wasn't any.

Who was on the other end of the phone?

Downstairs, both elders were there, the father-in-law and mother-in-law were there, the elder brother and sister-in-law...

Oh, Lu Rourou wasn't there.

Lu Yanshen's sister.

When she realized it was Lu Rourou, Xie Wantang rolled her eyes.

She also didn't have much fondness for Lu Rourou.

In the first year of marriage, Lu Yanshen sat in a wheelchair unable to get up, and Lu Rourou kept calling her "sister-in-law"; later, Lu Yanshen stood up.

She felt Lu Yanshen was cold toward her as his sister-in-law; moreover, although she and Lu Rourou were born the same year, she was three months younger, so Lu Rourou stopped calling her sister-in-law and just called her by name.

She didn't hold it against her.

But ever since Xia Meng decided to return to China, Lu Rourou almost every time they met would try every way to disgust her.

Before formally meeting Xia Meng, she had already learned from Lu Rourou everything about Lu Yanshen and Xia Meng's past.

Among the Lu family, except for Old Madam Lu, who genuinely felt grateful because she had sincerely cared for Lu Yanshen back then, helping him get up from his wheelchair, everyone else thought that as Lu Yanshen's wife, taking care of him was her duty.

Lu Yanshen standing up was not her achievement; it was simply what should have happened.

If Lu Yanshen couldn't stand up, that would be because she, his wife, hadn't cared for him enough.

People are just like that—reality is damned.

Forget it; anyway she's going to divorce Lu Yanshen, so from now on, whatever these people do has nothing to do with her.

Lu Yanshen pushed the door open and entered, seeing Xie Wantang standing by the wardrobe, her dirty pants still not changed.

"Why haven't you changed clothes?" Lu Yanshen said, his voice still cold, his tone icy.

The difference is quite obvious.

When Lu Yanshen speaks to outsiders, his tone is also icy, but his voice isn't overly cold.

His voice being cold indicates he's still angry, merely trying to suppress his anger.

"They're all skirts; I don't want to wear a skirt." Xie Wantang glanced again, starting to wonder when all the clothes in her wardrobe had become skirts.

There are two pairs of pants, but they're winter styles, thick; wearing them now would roast her to death.

"What's wrong with skirts? Don't you women all like to wear skirts when it's hot?" Lu Yanshen retorted.

"You women?" It seems Mr. Lu has had quite a few women, but to disappoint Mr. Lu, I'm different from the other women you've been with—I'm the exception who doesn't like wearing skirts.

With a bang, Xie Wantang slammed the wardrobe shut.

Lu Yanshen's deep eyes flickered again; the next second he quickly approached, grabbed Xie Wantang's wrist, ignoring her struggle, and pressed her against the wardrobe door.

"Where does all this anger come from, can't you vent it? Hmm? Isn't it just because I didn't come back in time to keep you company on your birthday? I've apologized, I've made up the gift—what more do you want? Xie Wantang."

The last three words, Lu Yanshen uttered with clenched teeth.

He had actually thought of coming over to vent for his mother, and really considered giving Xie Wantang a good lesson—for example, not letting her eat unless she apologized to his mother.

But just now his grandmother called him over, reminding him how good Xie Wantang had been to him since they married, and telling him that a wife needs to be coaxed; as a man, he should take the initiative rather than wait for his wife to act.

"Lu Yanshen, let go… mm."

Someone once said, when a woman is being difficult, a hug, then a kiss, then to bed—you'll definitely win her over.

Before this, Lu Yanshen despised using such a method to coax a woman.

Even if Xie Wantang was his wife.

He always believed that reasoning with people was the best way, no matter who.

Moreover, he always thought Xie Wantang wouldn't cause trouble or argue with him; she wasn't the type to make a scene.

His elder brother just mocked him, saying he doesn't understand women—who in the world doesn't argue with her man?

Unless she doesn't love him.

So when you encounter a sensible, generous, big-picture woman who never unreasonably makes trouble, don't think it's your luck; there's a high chance that woman simply doesn't love you at all.

That's why, no matter what you do, she has no desires or demands, naturally neither causing trouble nor arguing with you.

Xie Wantang's lips were sealed by Lu Yanshen; her pupils contracted repeatedly before she realized she had been forcibly kissed by Lu Yanshen.

This was the first time in over three years of marriage.

When Lu Yanshen hadn't yet risen from his wheelchair, their marital intimacy was always initiated by Xie Wantang—kissing his brows and eyes, his lips, at most taking advantage of helping him bathe to be a little mischievous, just to satisfy a craving; besides that, she had no experience.

They were just things she had seen a lot.

Later, after Lu Yanshen rose from his wheelchair, in their marital relations she initially took the lead more often, but afterward Lu Yanshen took over the lead.

Of course, Lu Yanshen had taken the initiative before, but a forceful, domineering CEO-style kiss like today had never happened.

It was the first time ever.

Xie Wantang was very shocked.

After the shock, she began to feel contempt.

She shoved Lu Yanshen hard; he didn't use much force, afraid of hurting her, so with just that push, Lu Yanshen was pushed away by her.

After pushing him away, Xie Wantang raised the back of her hand and vigorously wiped her mouth.

Her lips, already red from Lu Yanshen's kiss, became even more reddish when she rubbed them hard.

Seeing her truly despise him, the eyes that had grown lustful from the kiss were instantly overtaken by deep anger.

What on earth did he do to be despised by her like this?

It's just a kiss—does she really need to keep wiping, keep wiping like that?

Is he a bacteria or a virus?

"Xie Wantang, come downstairs within five minutes." Lu Yanshen didn't want to coax her anymore; let her do as she pleases, whether she wants to act up or be quiet.

As the words fell, Lu Yanshen turned and left, with a loud bang—louder than the sound of Xie Wantang just closing the door.

Xie Wantang: "......"

This time she didn't listen to him—come downstairs within five minutes?

Xie Wantang went downstairs slowly only after five minutes.

She went to the washroom, grabbed a brush to clean the mud off her pants, then used a hair dryer to dry them—just these two steps, impossible to finish within the five minutes Lu Yanshen demanded.

Anyway, Xie Wantang only went downstairs after she had dried her pants.

Just as she came downstairs, Madam Lu, who had already changed her clothes earlier, threw an apron over, arms crossed, and instructed from on high:

"Xie Wantang, Mengmeng said Dongdong wants to try Haishi-style wontons; the meat and wrappers have been bought, so go wrap them, then boil a pot and serve them for everyone to try."

"......"