Song Qiao's body instantly stiffened, her facial expression indiscernible, and her heart sent a dense, tingling pain.
Her small hands were still tightly clutching the man's shirt. Seeing him getting up and looking at her, she immediately let go of his shirt, her face still flush with the redness from the recent kiss, smiling at him obediently with a soft "Okay!"
What he wanted... was an obedient wife.
And she, she just needed that five hundred thousand. Since they were already married, it didn't matter anymore!
Even if this marriage might not bring happiness to anyone!
...
Song Qiao eventually called Lu An'an, telling her she couldn't go out shopping with her, apologizing several times.
Lu An'an didn't mind, and after saying it was okay, they chatted for a few more moments before hanging up the phone.
The medicine was ultimately applied by Lu Jingchen. During the process, Song Qiao almost buried herself into the headboard, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into!
