"Ouch!" Jin Qingyan shrieked in pain and immediately placed his hand on his crotch. "You'll suffer for the rest of your life if you cripple my manhood," he said to An Xiaoning.
"Of course I won't. I'm not going to become a widow with a living husband just because I have one less man." She stood up all of a sudden and walked toward the bed while smacking some lotion onto her face.
"What do you mean? Are you telling me that you're going to look for other men in front of me?"
"That's not impossible either. I'm young, beautiful, and rich. It shouldn't be too difficult for me to find as many young and handsome chaps as I'd like, should it?"
Jin Qingyan felt as if his pride as her husband was being challenged.
She was not to be spared.
He lifted the duvet and laid down beside her before saying, "I was just casually asking you a question. Must you really treat me like this? Honey, I know I was wrong."
