After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

Beneath the mist rising from the noodles was Song Mai’s confused eyes.

"Ah? Did I show that?"

Chu Xing didn't understand, it was clearly her who said all the words.

"Didn't you just say you wanted a divorce?"

Song Mai swallowed the noodles in his mouth with great effort.

"I didn't say anything just now."

She couldn't help but think to herself, "This man is good-looking, but he seems to have auditory hallucinations. No wonder he is still single."

Chu Xing's face darkened instantly.

She didn't say anything, so it was the ghost who was talking?

The slight desire to comfort her disappeared in an instant, and he finished his bowl of noodles in silence.

Song Mai drank up all the noodle soup in the bowl and squinted her eyes comfortably, as if what happened just now had never happened and her tears had never fallen.

"Can I cook and you wash the dishes from now on?"

After all, he lives here. He doesn't have to pay rent, cook or pay for meals. It should be his responsibility to share the burden of washing the dishes.

Chu Xing stared at her without blinking, and after a while he managed to say, "Okay."

It seemed as if he was speaking through gritting his teeth.

Song Mai didn't care. He took out two quilts from the cupboard and threw them on the sofa.

When had this noble man ever done such work? His brows were still furrowed until he finished washing the dishes.

The bedroom door was closed, and a faint light shone through the crack.

Resigned to his fate, he threw back the blanket on the sofa and lay down, his foot kicking the wooden armrest of the sofa with a bang.

A wave of pain came over him, and the man's face turned so dark that it seemed to blend into the night.

Chu Xing huddled up on the sofa with his tall body for half the night before falling into a drowsy sleep.

When Song Mai woke up in the morning, he saw that he was already dressed.

"go out?"

"Well, something happened."

Song Mai nodded, and since he didn't say what it was, she didn't ask.

Seeing him raising his leg to leave, I quickly called him to stop.

Then he took out an egg and a box of milk from the kitchen and stuffed them into his hands.

She had put the eggs in the egg cooker and cooked them on time last night.

"It's a cushion on the way."

Chu Xing stared at the egg in his hand for a moment, then slowly tightened his grip.

"Thank you."

After a simple breakfast, Song Mai packed up and prepared to go to work.

During the lunch break, her cell phone rang. It was a text message from her mother: Come home for dinner after work.

Go home and eat.

She pondered these thoughts in her mind for the entire afternoon, and for no reason a glimmer of hope arose in her heart: perhaps, perhaps her mother didn't care about her that much.

She sent a message to Chu Xing, telling him that his parents asked her to go home for dinner and that she would be back late, so he should solve his own dinner.

It took the man a long time to reply with three words: Got it.

Cold, but she didn't care.

In the evening, she opened the door and just looked up and saw that familiar and disgusting face.

The only glimmer of hope in his heart was instantly shattered, and Song Mai felt extremely disappointed.

"Why are you here?"

Her tone was unkind.

However, Liu Weiqiang seemed not to notice. He looked her up and down in a lewd manner, and pulled her hand with a smile. His mouth full of yellow teeth was very disgusting.

Song Mai's sister-in-law scolded, "Girl, why do you talk to guests like that?"

Song Mai avoided Liu Weiqiang calmly.

"Guests also have to be divided into different groups. Those who are welcomed are guests, and those who are not welcomed are not considered guests."

Song's mother slammed the table and stood up immediately:

"I think you've grown wings! How dare you talk to your sister-in-law like that! You're such an ungrateful thing, I really regret having you! There's nothing wrong with Weiqiang, but you're just looking for a random man out there! How could I have educated you like that? Why are you so shameless!"

Every word was a curse, piercing Song Mai's heart.

But her heartache had become numb.

She sneered, "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked. Like parents, like children."

"Snapped--"

Song's mother was so angry that she slapped her squarely in the face.

Song Mai's cheeks swelled up instantly.

Liu Weiqiang reached out to touch her face, "Why hit me on the face when you can hit anywhere else? Your face is not worth half a million if it's damaged!"

Sister Song Mai apologized repeatedly: "Mom didn't mean to hit her. It's just that this girl is too stubborn and dares to talk back to mom. Mom was so angry that she had to teach her a lesson. Besides, if mom helps you teach her a lesson and makes her obedient, she will be able to serve you in the future, right?"

Hearing this, Liu Weiqiang immediately laughed, revealing an expression that could only be understood but not described, and it was disgusting to look at.

He straightened his inappropriate suit and said, "This matter must be resolved today. Otherwise, I don't want second-hand goods. I need to return the 500,000 yuan to you without losing a cent!"

Seeing this, Song's mother and Song Mai's sister-in-law pulled Song Mai on the left and right, as if they were afraid that she would run away.

Mother Song gritted her teeth and said, "The man you found, I saw your marriage certificate last time. He is just a gigolo. He looks decent, but his conditions are not comparable to Weiqiang. Weiqiang can take out 500,000 yuan in one breath. If you follow him, won't you live a luxurious life?"

Sister-in-law Song Mai also persuaded him: "Yes, Xiaomai, since you have just married that pretty boy, there is still time for everything. Listen to sister-in-law, get a divorce tomorrow, and quickly marry Weiqiang. While he is still willing to marry you, what are you still picking on?"

Song Mai held his breath and shook off the two men's hands.

"I still say the same thing. If you want me to marry him, you have to give me the full $500,000. Otherwise, don't even think about it. I won't divorce you."

Song's mother pointed at Song Mai with her shaking hands, "You unfilial daughter! Your father and I have raised you for so many years, you should be filial to us. What's wrong with accepting a betrothal gift of 500,000? This should have been ours! Go and get the divorce procedures done with that pretty boy, or I'll make your life miserable!"

Song Mai didn't even raise his eyelids, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Isn't it just selling my daughter? Why are you making such a grand statement? I won't divorce you. If you think Liu Weiqiang is good, why don't you two marry him and enjoy your life."

After saying that, Song Mai walked away.

The door was slammed shut, making a deafening noise as it collided with the door frame.

She leaned against the door, breathing heavily, tears pouring out like a broken dam.

She should have given up hope long ago, but she was like a pug. As long as they waved to her, she would run towards them full of hope.

Her index finger dug deep into her palm. She hated them for giving birth to her even though they didn't care about her. She also hated herself for being so useless that she was deceived again and again.

Mother Song's piercing roar came from behind the door:

"You ungrateful bastard! How could I have given birth to such a thing? Not only does he not know how to respect his parents, but he even took away every penny of the betrothal money!"

Sister Song Mai quickly comforted her: "Mom, being angry is bad for your health. This damn girl is the same. You are only thinking about her, but she is so heartless! It's just..."