Noble Marriage

32: Chapter 32 Woman, How Crude You Are 32: Chapter 32 Woman, How Crude You Are “…I don’t know!”

“What about the one who brought you back?”

“What do you want to do?” Lin Xinlan eyed him suspiciously.

Rong Shaoze gave a faint smile, “I don’t want to do anything, I just need to make clear who you’ve been in contact with.

Don’t forget that you are now my wife and every word and deed of yours must take my face, my dignity, and my reputation into account!”

“His name is Yan Cheng, just an ordinary friend.

There’s nothing between us, go check if you don’t believe me!” After that, Lin Xinlan pulled the quilt over her head and ignored him.

When she first met Rong Shaoze, she thought he was someone whose feelings were not outwardly shown, cold and reticent.

But now, she realized she had been wrong—this man was utterly mercurial in his moods.

No one could grasp or see through when he wasn’t happy or why he was unhappy.

However, she had no interest in understanding his temper.

Lin Xinlan just prayed that Du Ruoxin would wake up soon so that Rong Shaoze would divorce her and she could go home and live the life she wanted.

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As the dawn light filtered in, Lin Xinlan woke up from her sleep and immediately saw Rong Shaoze’s magnified handsome face.

She was startled but thankfully didn’t scream.

She remembered that they had gone to bed the night before, and she thought he would leave on his own, but he had stayed the entire time.

His hands and legs were entwined with her body, holding her tightly.

Lin Xinlan thought back to that morning five years ago, when she had woken up to him holding her the same way.

She was a bit puzzled; did Rong Shaoze like to sleep holding onto something?

Luckily she wasn’t his wife in the true sense, so she didn’t need to be his human-shaped pillow.

If she were held like this every night, she would die of chest tightness and shortness of breath sooner or later.

Lin Xinlan unceremoniously began to tug at his arms and legs.

Rong Shaoze opened his eyes groggily and, seeing her fair back, couldn’t help but prop himself up and kiss her shoulder.

Most men have a stronger desire in the morning, and Rong Shaoze’s kisses were clearly suggestive.

Lin Xinlan’s heart skipped a beat, and she hastily pushed his face away, saying coldly, “Time to get up, you’ll be late for work.”

“It’s still early, let’s sleep a bit more,” he murmured lazily, his face moving closer, aiming to kiss her lips.

Lin Xinlan pushed him away without any hesitation, “Sorry, your punishment is over.

Now, you have no reason to touch me!

Get your hands off me, I need to get up!”

“Lin Xinlan!” Rong Shaoze’s eyes widened, no longer sleepy, no longer lustful, only angry.

He swore, she was by far the most unromantic woman he had ever met.

But Lin Xinlan was not afraid of him, “Let go of me quickly, I need to use the bathroom!”

Rong Shaoze was speechless and reluctantly let her go, yet couldn’t help but spit back a retort, “Woman, you’re really vulgar.

It’s the washroom!”

Lin Xinlan got out of bed, put on her nightgown, and looked back at him with disdainful laughter, “I hope what you do in the washroom is classy, and not vulgar.”

“You…”

Lin Xinlan slightly curled her lips, turned, and walked into the bathroom.

She closed the door, took care of her needs, and then squeezed some toothpaste to brush her teeth.

After only a few strokes, the glass door was abruptly opened with a whoosh.

Rong Shaoze strode in, shoved her aside, took a new toothbrush out of the box, then started brushing his teeth.

Lin Xinlan glared at him, utterly dumbfounded.

How could he have the nerve to barge in like that?

Didn’t he worry she might still be sitting on the toilet?

And besides, doesn’t he have his own private washroom?

Why share this tiny space with her?

“What are you looking at?!” He glanced sideways at her, and because he spoke too forcefully, all the toothpaste foam from his mouth sprayed onto Lin Xinlan’s face.