Su Nuanyang looked at the food on the table that had already cooled down, pursed her lips, took out her phone, and sent him a message: "Are you not coming home again today?"
An hour later, she still hadn't received a reply.
Su Nuanyang waited for a moment, and finally couldn't resist giving him a call.
She called him seven times before he finally picked up the phone.
"What's up?" The two cold, distant words were filled with an impatient tone.
A pang of bitterness surged in Su Nuanyang's heart, and she quietly said, "We agreed that you must come home on weekends."
Must.
The word 'must' made Lu Liangchuan's eyes darken sharply, his face growing even colder.
What he hated the most was this woman using their marriage contract to threaten him, to demand things of him.
The 'must' of having to marry her in the past, the 'must' of having to come home now, and the 'must' of having to eat the disgusting food she cooked...
But this woman, just seeing her was enough to upset his stomach.
"I have to work overtime." With these four words, Lu Liangchuan directly hung up the phone.
Listening to the cold busy tone from the phone, Su Nuanyang froze, a shadow of despair flickering in her eyes.
For three years, in their three years of marriage, he never showed her any kind of kindness. Every time he came home, he only had a cold face and mocking words, as if she was some unbearable dirty thing, and just looking at her would dirty his eyes.
Su Nuanyang raised her hand to cover her face, hiding the pain and struggle in her eyes.
Her phone suddenly vibrated lightly, and Su Nuanyang thought it was his text message, so she hurriedly picked it up.
It was not a message, but a selfie.
Lu Liangchuan and Lin Anran. Lin Anran was holding the phone, and her other hand was circling Lu Liangchuan's waist. The two stood intimately close, their connection ambiguous and sweet.
Su Nuanyang stared at the photo, her face instantly draining of color.
This was not the first time she had received such a message. At first, she firmly believed that this was just a move by Lin Anran to provoke her deliberately, so she didn't take it to heart. But then, she kept receiving similar photos, sometimes even taken in a hotel!
After a while, she had to start doubting. Maybe Lu Liangchuan really...
This though, was like a knife, stabbing deeply and painfully into Su Nuanyang's heart.
Su Nuanyang picked up the phone with her shaking fingers and dialed Lu Liangchuan's number.
"Lu Liangchuan, come home now!" Su Nuanyang clenched her phone, struggling to keep her voice steady.
Lu Liangchuan frowned, sounding impatient. "I told you, I'm working overtime..."
"I don't care what you're doing. Lu Liangchuan, our agreement states that you must come back once a week." Su Nuanyang took a deep breath, her voice hoarse and heavy, "You promised me, you cannot breach it."
Lu Liangchuan was silent, repressing the explosive anger in his dark, deep eyes.
Again, that woman was only using their agreement to threaten him!
"Fine!" After replying with a gritted teeth, Lu Liangchuan angrily tossed his phone onto the office floor. It shattered with a loud bang.
Suppressing his underlying rage, Lu Liangchuan strode out of the office without even picking up his coat.
The secretary at the front door had just heard the commotion and hurried over to see what was happening, only to bump into the boss coming out from inside. She couldn't stop herself in time, and crashed right into the boss's chest, accidentally smearing a patch of red lipstick on Lu Liangchuan's shirt.
"I'm sorry, boss..." she quickly apologized, wanting to wipe off the lipstick, but Lu Liangchuan impatiently brushed past her and disappeared.
The secretary stared at the boss's cold retreating figure, blinked her eyes, felt the boss's icy anger, and her heart skipped a beat. Seeing the boss in such a rage, she guessed it must be because of that annoying Madam Lu again...
Shaking her head, the secretary didn't dare to speculate further, and quickly prepared for tomorrow's meeting.
Lu Liangchuan stomped on the accelerator, drove back home with a trace of anger, storming into that annoying house.