Xia Yueqing laughed heartily, infuriated. "I don't believe it. You must have planned this long ago. I'm not accepting it."
"This is a gift of shares. Whether you accept it or not makes no difference. By tomorrow, the shares will be officially in your name, my dear—wife."
He elongated the last two words, making Xia Yueqing furious.
Never seen a person like this, does he think he has too much money?
"Since you don't want to work now, why not take a day off? It'll give us a chance to nurture our relationship."
"Pah!" Nurture my foot.
Pei Yiting frowned, "Watch your language."
"I'm just this uncouth, so what? Can't take it, huh? Fine, divorce me!" Xia Yueqing pressed aggressively.
"Hmm, that's a dream."
"You..."
Clearly impenetrable, Xia Yueqing was at a loss.
She angrily approached Pei Yiting, a delicate fragrance washing over him, making Yiting almost pull her into his arms.
But recalling the mishap last night, his hand quickly dropped down.
