Hurry up and divorce him.

  "Bed!" He said calmly and clearly.

  "Ah----" Qiao Yunxue was taken aback. She looked at his pale face, but couldn't read anything from it.

  He looked calm and collected, but she couldn't help feeling a little strange inside as she listened.

  She is not mentally prepared for this. She just wants to fulfill her wish of getting married.

  She herself clearly separated marriage and sleeping together into two concepts.

  Qiao Yunxue hopes he thinks so too.

  Rong Qian has gone to the study.

  She then listed things that could be AA'd and finally glanced at the kitchen, considering whether to go buy some rice back for dinner.

  It's still better to cook your own meals, they're cleaner...

  As he walked towards the study, he heard his voice on the phone, low and clear: "Haihua is back from Paris? Okay, I'll come over now... Don't call on a rest day next time."

  Knitting her brows, Qiao Yunxue didn't know whether she should knock on the door to interrupt his phone call. Who was Haihua? The name suited both males and females.

  Why can't they call on rest days?

  Wait, she had just told him to give him respect and freedom, so naturally she couldn't pry into his privacy...

  As she raised her hand to knock on the door, it swung open. He was still as calm and serene as ever, his dark eyes flashing with a hint of inquiry: "Something's up?"

  "I'm going out for a bit." She hastily explained, not wanting him to think that she was trying to run away with herself having just married in, although she occasionally had this idea.

  "I'm going to the company." He also replied briefly.

  "Oh..." It's almost dark, are you still going to the company? Aren't you going to see Haihua? At first, she was stunned, then her eyebrows curved, "Hmmm, considering the company as home, it can't be better."

  Only after finishing speaking did he feel that he had spoken too quickly, with a hint of driving someone away. Wanting to take it back was already too late.

  "It's fine if you understand." He seemed to relax a bit suddenly, "I'm quite busy with work, so in the future, if I haven't returned by midnight, don't wait for me."

  "Oh?" She nodded in strong agreement, "It's necessary for husbands to work hard. Take it easy."

  Both of them were polite and impeccable. They walked side by side all the way down, just about to part ways. A sharp cry came from the side, followed by a fiery red figure rolling over.

  Is it Su Qinglan?

  How can I run into this woman everywhere? The rich lady is indeed extraordinary in her idleness.

  Qiao Yunxue was unhappy, but Su Qinglan was even more unhappy, excitedly grabbing her hand: "How are you together?"

  Furrowed eyebrows, a humble face with deep and profound black pupils.

  Qiao Yunxue smiled lightly: "We're together. Does Mrs. Luo have an opinion?"

  "Sui Qinglan looked at Rong Qian and suddenly felt a little nervous, as if she didn't dare speak carelessly."

  He nodded, Qiao Yunxue's lips curled up high at the corners, "Young Master Luo's wife, I'm married now. You can sleep soundly from now on."

  "With him?" Su Qinglan's face turned pale, pointing at Rong Qian.

  "Yes, with him." Qiao Yunxue smiled faintly.

  "How is this possible?" Su Qinglan was shocked, "You, a withered flower and decayed willow, how can you still marry such a man? You..."

  "Sorry, I'm already married." Qiao Yunxue looked somewhat puzzled, but her face was calm. "As for who I married, Mrs. Luo really doesn't need to be so concerned."

  Su Qinglan's lips trembled, and she suddenly grabbed Qiao Yunxue and ran quickly, running to a place where Rong Qian couldn't see them. With her hands clasped together, her voice was urgent: "Miss Qiao, how can you marry him? Isn't this cutting off my path? Hurry up and divorce him. Fulfill me, I really kneel down for you."