The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

Outside the courtyard gate, Jiang Shaoheng was waiting with a pig on his leash. His light-colored hair, parted in a 3/7 ratio, was illuminated by the streetlights, and the direction of each strand of hair looked as if it had been carefully designed.

Yu Lian opened the door and walked over. He deliberately pretended to be cool and didn't move, but the pig came over and nudged him first, wagging its tail.

He put one hand in his pocket, looked at her, and smiled.

"So you're really out? Your brother's finally willing to marry you off to me?"

Yu Lian had no idea what male-oriented novel he had stayed up all night reading. Too lazy to scold him, she felt a ticklish sensation on her ankle and instinctively tried to dodge to the side, only to be caught in his arms as if he had succeeded.

She was actually in a good mood by not getting close to the pig, and even felt sorry for him, all because she liked him too much and only had eyes for him, which was why she avoided the pig.

When he gets smug, he becomes habitually sarcastic.

"You're afraid of pigs? Why weren't you afraid when you were eating them? It's a miracle they weren't afraid of you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Lian lightly slapped his lips, making a loud "smack" sound.

Yu Lian has always been proud of one thing: she is easily approachable by small animals. Whether they are strays or pets, they all like her and are willing to play with her.

I felt that Jiang Shaoheng was ruining her image with QQ Sausage by saying these things, and I pursed my lips and complained angrily.

"Why are you talking about me? Do you think you're so halal? And can you not say this in front of a pig? You said before that it could understand human speech."

Jiang Shaoheng was also angry. He covered his mouth where he had been hit, looking terrible. He couldn't believe that Yu Lian would hit him for a pig.

"That's why I spoke very fast. If I spoke too fast, it wouldn't be able to understand me. It's not its native language, you know? Otherwise, I would have already rammed my head into yours, you pig-eating maniac."

As he walked with Yu Lian in his arms toward his home, he couldn't help but scold her.

"What's wrong with you now?"

"What about me?" Yu Lian asked irritably.

"You always hit your husband." Jiang Shaoheng removed his hand from his mouth, leaned down and showed her. "You hit him so hard, he must be swollen. Look for yourself."

Yu Lian looked at him with some doubt, but the moment she raised her chin, he kissed her hard, making a loud sucking sound on her lips.

When she's suddenly kissed, she shrinks her neck, closes her eyes tightly, and has such an innocent face that she looks pitifully frightened.

Jiang Shaoheng looked down at her, feeling a mix of tenderness and pride, and pinched her soft cheeks with two fingers.

"What are you looking at? Do you think I'm going to kiss you deeply? There's no such thing as a free lunch..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped again.

After Jiang Shaoheng bought the villa, he completely renovated it and hired a design team to design it in a style that Yu Lian might like. The villa is decorated in a soft cream color.

Yu Lian walked ahead with her hands behind her back, while he followed behind, angrily typing on his phone. The clicking of the keyboard was even more chaotic than the sound of a pig's trotter stepping on a soft-light tile.

It's incredibly noisy.

Suspecting he was talking about her behind her back, Yu Lian entered the e-sports room, her final destination. Sitting on the large sofa, she reached out to him like a queen, palm up, and said without any apparent reason, "Show me your phone."

He was standing while she was sitting, the height difference was obvious, but she was the one who seemed aggressive. Jiang Shaoheng paused, then said, "No."

"What are you typing?" Rejected, Yu Lian embarrassedly put her hands in her pockets. Naturally suspicious, she added, "Did you tell your friend about me?"

Jiang Shaoheng laughed angrily: "Yu Lian, do you have any conscience? You can doubt me about anything, but you can't doubt me cursing you."

"Do you think I'm just that kind of loser who finally gets his goddess and then brags to his buddies? Just takes a picture of my back and says I'm going to eat, and all that high and mighty act is just because I tricked him into coming home..."

Yu Lian hadn't thought of this aspect before, but after hearing his vivid description, she flew into a rage: "If you're not, how can you know so much? Even if you aren't, you must have spent a lot of time on Hupu, you stupid straight man."

The two were about to argue again when they disagreed. Jiang Shaoheng felt that his deep affection had been betrayed. He thought that since she rejected his love, he would try to show her his hatred. He unlocked his phone and put it in her arms with a cold face.

"Come here, look."

The screen showed a WeChat chat. The person on the other end was called Jiang Jianxian, and his profile picture was a calligraphy piece. He exuded a middle-aged manly charm, and it was almost certainly his father.

"Chiang Chien-hsien: Don't do things you shouldn't do, go home."

"bias: Don't bother me except to send money."

"Jiang Jianxian: Do you know how many days I spent in the hospital before I recovered? I really regret giving birth to you. You were born to collect a debt."

"bias: He regretted not using a condom."

"Jiang Jianxian: Okay. That girl has already moved in, right? I don't care that you're only nineteen and already wasting your life on frivolous things. I'll go and change your will in a few days. If you don't learn your lesson, you won't get a single penny. Let's see if she'll still be with you after you're penniless."

"Jiang Jianxian: Shaoheng, there's no such thing as a grudge that lasts overnight between father and son. I know that your rebellion over the years has all stemmed from resentment towards me. No matter what, a father would never harm his own child. Listen to me, break up with that girl as soon as possible and come home. I've worked hard for most of my life to provide you with a life free from financial worries, how can you not understand that?"

"Jiang Jianxian: It's not that I want to discipline you, but that girl is so young and she wants you to buy a villa. I'm just afraid you'll misjudge people and regret it for the rest of your life."

"bias: All my rebellious years have been because I thought my wife didn't want me anymore. What does it have to do with you? I won't blame you even if you die in a woman's bed. If you have to blame someone, blame them for not dying sooner or sooner."

"bias: I bought the villa. Since you know how to be stingy, then stop talking about her. If you talk about her, I'll feel bad and then I'll have to buy her a house and a car to compensate her."

"Jiang Jianxian: Jiang Shaoheng, don't push your luck."

"bias: Having a wife is good for you? Without a wife, I'd be childless for life, you know? Instead of criticizing me, you should work hard to have an illegitimate child."

Yu Lian stared at her phone, utterly shocked. No messages came in for a long time. Jiang Shaoheng leaned back in his armchair, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. The lines from his jawline to his Adam's apple were clearly defined, conveying the pain of his dysfunctional family, the grievances of being misunderstood, and his handsome face.

The little pig tugged at Yu Lian's shoes, wanting a hug. Yu Lian was inevitably distracted, and Jiang Shaoheng immediately chased the pig out the door and shut it in, being petty.

"So I'm that kind of person? You have no idea how I feel about you..." He began, his voice inexplicably hoarse and magnetic. He rested one hand on Yu Lian's face, watching her slowly lower her head as her lips gradually pursed.

Just as we were about to touch, my hand was blocked by a phone that was being held out to me.

Yu Lian looked at him expressionlessly.

The screen was switched to Notes at some point.

Post-marital rules (draft)

1. Wives must unconditionally obey their husbands.

2. Give your husband plenty of face in public, and you can ride roughshod over him at home.

3. You are not allowed to look at any men other than your husband. Delete all contacts from your address book except those labeled as your husband.

4. You must say "I love my husband" a hundred times every day.

5. Even if you're angry, you mustn't slap someone in the face!

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Jiang Shaoheng stiffened, then resumed his normal standing posture, hands in his pockets, feigning relaxation: "So what? I wrote it in my own memo, but I didn't send it to you. Can't I fantasize about it?"

She spoke with a hint of genuine grievance, "You don't even care about me after Jiang Jianxian berated me like this, and you still have the nerve to look at other things..."

Yu Lian didn't speak, but looked up at him. She was sitting in Jiang Shaoheng's chair, which was adjusted to a high position. When she sat down, only her toes touched the ground. Her thighs were fleshy white under her black shorts, and her waist was arched slightly by the backrest, making it look slender.

Jiang Shaoheng glanced at it and his nose was about to bleed.

"How can I show you some love?" she said. "By riding on your face?"

The words were somewhat sarcastic.

Jiang Shaoheng squatted down in a flash.