Dear Mr. Shi

Chapter 31: 31, Husband, we are married Chapter 31: 31, Husband, we are married Editor: Henyee Translations Song Qinghuan, engulfed in fury, returned to her room and gulped down several cups of cold water to quench her anger.

The decision to get married, she regretted so much, she felt like her guts were turning green. The thought of actually marrying a man whose name she didn’t even know made her want to ram her head into a wall.

However, she had to endure it all for her brother’s sake.

It was just a matter of tolerance, no big deal!!

Song Qinghuan, who had not eaten dinner, calmed her emotions and went out to find something to eat, there wasn’t any fresh ingredients in the refrigerator.

She grabbed two eggs and made a plate of stir-fried udon noodles.

Half an hour later, she placed the stir-fried noodles on the table.

Before she could sit down, the sound of card scanning echoed from the villa’s front door, then the dark, thick, red mahogany door was pushed open from the outside…

Turning around and looking up, Song Qinghuan noticed Shi Yuhuan entering.

He walked straight through the living room to the dining table, nonchalantly picked up the plate of udon noodles, and sat down to eat all by himself.

All along, he didn’t glance at Song Qinghuan even once.

With her eyes wide and mouth ajar, Song Qinghuan sat down in front of him in disbelief: “Hey, aren’t you being extraordinarily rude? This is my food!”

Shi Yuhuan ignored her, continuing to eat with his head down: “…”

Song Qinghuan pulled out the chair across him and sat down seething, “Hey, aren’t you outrageously rude!”

Shi Yuhuan completely disregarded her as if she was air: “…”

Song Qinghuan was getting furious, her hands clenched tightly into fists.

She held back the urge to slam her fist on the table, and took a deep, frustrated breath.

She tried to question Shi Yuhuan in what she assumed was a very composed tone, but it came out more fierce than she intended, “Hey, I’m asking you, isn’t it time you clarify certain things with me?”

Shi Yuhuan continued to eat elegantly, ignoring a flustered Song Qinghuan: “…”

Song Qinghuan took a deep breath, and suddenly increased her volume and called out, “Hey, I’m talking to you, husband, since we’re married, at least tell me your name!!”

The word “husband” finally succeeded in making Shi Yuhuan look up, his deep gaze harboring a strange inquiry.

But it was just for a moment as he continued to eat in silence.

Song Qinghuan felt like she was being seared from the inside out from the fire brewing within her.

Forget it, endure it!

Isn’t it just enduring? Let’s talk after he’s done eating, it’s the same thing.

About five minutes later, Shi Yuhuan finally put down his chopsticks, casually leaning against the chair behind him. He lazily glanced at Song Qinghuan, his lips parting slightly: “Get two cups of coffee from the third cabinet on the right.”

“I…” Without thinking, Song Qinghuan blurted out her refusal. But then, she realized something was off, meeting Shi Yuhuan’s calm gaze, she changed her tune, “On it, just wait a moment.”