'Why on earth did she hate him so much?'
'He couldn't figure it out. Was it because he had neglected her for the two years they were married? But he had clearly told her the day before their wedding: she could enjoy everything the title of Mrs. Wen brought her, but he would give her nothing more.'
"..."
Wen Jie slowly came back to his senses. He scanned the dining room and, for the first time, felt how large and empty his estate truly was.
He walked step by step toward the chair she had just been sitting in, pulled it out, and sat down. Before him were the small white bowl she had used for her congee and the dishes she loved, which she hadn't touched at all.
He had rushed back from the company the moment he heard she was awake, only to walk into the dining room and overhear those words.
'...She never wanted to see him again?'
'Fine.'
The man's expression darkened. After a moment of silence in the room, he raised his hand and casually smashed the white bowl on the floor—
