The beginning of December in City A was colder than in previous years.

Zhao Qiqing lay on the sofa with no expression on her face, listening to her mother-in-law's scolding downstairs.

"Zhao Qiqing, you can't give birth to a child. Why don't you cook at this time? Do you want to starve me and Xiaofeng to death?"

She had been married to Fu Xishen for three years, and her mother-in-law, Li Shurong, called her a bad hen every day.

But who knew that her husband had never touched her from the very beginning?

"Come down and help me tidy up my bag. I have to go to school!" A young man immediately urged.

Fu Xiaofeng was Fu Xishen's younger brother. He was like a little devil in the world. He had tortured Zhao Qiqing a lot.

In his opinion, it was easier for his brother to marry his sister-in-law than dough.

Zhao Qiqing went downstairs, went into the kitchen mechanically, cooked, and tidied up the lunch box for her brother-in-law.

"Mom, the meal is ready!"

Li Shurong was angry when he saw her dead look. He put the cup on the table and said, "Zhao Qiqing, are you brave? You spent my son's money and lived in my son's house. How dare you show off to me? Believe it or not, I'll call Xishen immediately and ask him to divorce you!"

Zhao Qiqing shook the plate in her hand and took a deep breath. She forced a smile and said, "Mom, I didn't."

Li Shurong didn't believe it and said in a strange tone, "Zhao Qiqing, don't think that you can sit firmly in the Fu family's wife's position with the support of the old lady. You are nothing in front of peace!"

Hearing the woman's name, Zhao Qiqing's face turned pale.

Fu Xiaofeng rolled his eyes and obviously saw something. He grinned and said, "You don't know yet, do you? Sister Anran is about to be discharged from the hospital. My brother wants to take Sister An back and live with us."

Zhao Qilan's eyelids twitched, and the hand that was placed on the plate trembled.

Li Shurong didn't notice that she was pretending to be wronged. He snorted and waved his hand impatiently. "Don't stand in front of me! It affects my appetite. Get out of here."

Zhao Qiqing didn't stop. She turned around, went upstairs, and lay back on the sofa.

Around evening, a Maybach stopped at the door.

Zhao Qiqing suddenly got up from the sofa and ran to the balcony to look down.

A slender man in a suit got out of the car.

He was handsome and had an outstanding temperament. He was even more beautiful than the big star on TV.

The man seemed to have noticed that someone was looking at him and looked up at her.

It was cold and heartless.

Zhao Qilan was used to this kind of look, and the corners of her mouth twitched, without a trace of a smile.

Fu Xishen went into the room. As usual, she served him to change clothes and put bath water for him. "Honey, it has been almost a month since the old lady went to the temple. The day before yesterday, she called back and said that she wanted to ask you to be safe."

"I have something to tell you." Fu Xi stopped her, who was busy.

Zhao Qiqing turned around.

Fu Xishen kept staring at her with his dark eyes.

There was indifference and alienation in it, but there was no warmth.

Fu Xi moved his thin lips and said in a deep voice, "The peace is coming back. You can move out tomorrow."

Zhao Qiqing's heart sank inch by inch.

Sure enough, Fu Xiaofeng was right.

"What if I don't?" Her voice was very soft, like a puff of smoke.

Fu Xi frowned deeply.

It was the first time that the woman in front of him, who had always been obedient, had disobeyed him.

He said in a cold voice, "Don't forget how you married me five years ago."

How could Zhao Qiqing forget?

When Peace was in a car accident, she called 120 and lost her panda blood to him. Fu Xi deeply thanked her and promised her a request.

At that time, Zhao Qiqing only said that she wanted to marry him.

That was the thought that had taken root in her heart the first time she saw Fu Xishen in high school.