111: C111 I Miss You You'll Never be Able to Pay Me Back in Your Entire Life

C111 I Miss You You'll Never be Able to Pay Me Back in Your Entire Life

"Steward Lin, it's not me!" Wanwan waved her hand with a red face.

She just told Fu Sihan that she did not do it and did not want to be slapped in the face.

"Young Madam, the maids were all resting last night. Who else could it be other than you?" Steward Lin smiled amiably. "You are Young Master's wife. There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I..." I am not embarrassed. You are the one who tore my table apart!

Fu Sihan looked at Yan Wanwan. His legs were crossed, and his long legs were smooth under his pants. It felt like his posture was languid, but it also carried a bit of wild nobility.

He looked at her with a bit of sharp ridicule.

Wanwan pouted and lowered her head to make a barely audible "humph."

Her red lips were small and full. Fu Sihan still remembered the sweet taste from last night and his eyes darkened.

Thinking of her rejection towards him last night, his eyes turned cold again.

"Why didn't you bring a ring at the exhibition?"

Wanwan's ring finger unconsciously moved. At this time, the crystal clear pink diamond was sparkling under the morning sun.

She was also a little embarrassed about the matter of the fish soup. She explained in a low voice, "This ring is too high-profile on the exhibition."

Wanwan noticed that Fu Sihan's expression was ugly and immediately added, "It's not that I dislike you! It's just that it's not easy to explain to busybodies!"

This wedding ring expert could tell that it was worth a city. Yan Wanwan's identity as the Fu Family's Third Young Madame had not been announced to the public. Announcing it to the public would also be detrimental to Fu Sihan hiding his identity.

Thinking of this, the man's frozen face finally eased up a little.

But Fu Sihan would not allow her to not bring the wedding ring.

He got up and walked upstairs.

Fu Sihan had a good memory of photographic memory. He remembered that he had a platinum chain when he sent the jewelry over. It was not convenient to bring the wedding ring with him, so he could hang it around his neck.

He opened Yan Wanwan's closet.

Fu Sihan's face turned completely black. After a few seconds, he let out a bone-chilling sneer.

The maid came to pass a message to Yan Wanwan, "Young Madam, Young Master asked you to go upstairs."

Wanwan frowned in puzzlement and followed the maid upstairs.

Fu Sihan stood in the closet with female clothing in the tall wardrobe on both sides. He was a man standing inside with a water blue dress in his left hand. He held a few cards in his right hand, which he didn't know what they were, but they didn't seem out of place. On the contrary, it was a lack of vision.

"Can you explain it to me?"

This time, Fu Sihan did not wait for her to speak, and spoke first.

Before he finished speaking, a few cards flipped on his wrist and flew towards Yan Wanwan. Those were the hanging plates of the clothes Yan Wanwan had worn earlier.

Wanwan did not think that there was anything to explain.

"What are you keeping them for?" Fu Sihan had seen this when he came in. There was also a piece of paper beside it, counting the clothes that were worth the price.

At that moment, Fu Sihan found it very funny.

Was she planning to give him a discount in the future?

"When I have money, I will pay." In Wanwan's understanding, there was nothing that could be obtained for free.

"Tsk."

It was true! Fu Sihan was so angry that he laughed.

How much did this woman want to draw a clear line with him?

Did she know that she was his wife, the woman who was protected by the law?

"Third Young Master, are you... unhappy?" Wanwan did not feel that there was anything wrong with what she did.

First of all, she and Fu Sihan were not equal husband and wife. Secondly, he didn't like her.

She had a clear relationship with him, so he should be happy.

Fu Sihan looked at her coldly. He picked up the scissors beside him and ordered, "Cut all these hanging plates!"

"What? " Wanwan widened her eyes in shock, doubting her hearing, "So many..."

"Cut it out!"

Didn't you want to return the money? I'll make you unable to pay it back for the rest of your life!

"Third Young Master, I can't wear that much!" Wanwan tried to reason with him. Even if she followed his advice and did not bring any important clothes every day, she would not be able to wear them all in a year.

"Didn't you want to see your brother?"

Wanwan had previously mentioned this to Steward Lin. Steward Lin naturally "did his duty" to pass on the message to Fu Sihan.

"Yes." Wanwan's eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked at him with a bit of unwillingness in her eyes. She could roughly guess what he wanted to say.

As expected, the man's thin lips parted slightly.

"After cutting it, I will bring you there."

...

Almost all of these high level outfits were five-digit, and the cheapest package was six-digit, not to mention jewelry.

Wanwan felt that every cut was cut into her heart. In the beginning, she was still calculating the money.

Her grades were good since she was young and her ability to calculate was top-notch. Every cut of clothing added up the money in front of her.

18927 thousand.

52660 thousand.

2,356,121.

...

Thirteen million and ninety one million.

...

Gradually, it stopped counting.

"Kacha -"

Another slash. This time, it was nine million and eight hundred thousand.1

Fu Sihan expressionlessly stood not far behind her, taking in every movement she made.

Wanwan fiercely closed her eyes, some of her emotions constantly expanding, gradually submerging her reason.

She threw the scissors to the side and stood up straight. She turned to him. "Fu Sihan, what do you want? ! I can't wear these clothes, and I won't wear them either. What right do you have to threaten me with them! What exactly do you want!? "

The woman lost control of her emotions and almost roared. Her eyes were slightly moist and red, like a rabbit that had been forced into a corner.

"I miss you..."

Fu Sihan pressed Yan Wanwan against the closet behind her and used his long and powerful fingers to hold her chin. "I will not be able to pay it back in my lifetime."

"You...!"

"Yan Wanwan, eat my food and live with mine. Do you think you still have to pay back? " Fu Sihan mocked.

Since he did not pay back, there was no need to pay him back. Naturally, he would not say that.

"Fu Sihan, how can you be like this?!" Wanwan's eyes were red with anger.

Staying in First-class Garden and eating in First-class Garden, was she willing?

She hated debts and favors the most.

[Yan Wanwan, you ate our family and used our family. You deserve to be ordered by me and used by me!]

[Yan Wanwan, the Yan Family gave you food and clothes to eat and live with you. Do you think you came here for nothing?] You have to pay the debt!]

Wanwan, Dad has raised you and your brother for more than ten years. Don't you know how to be grateful?

...

Yan Mengrou, Wen Xue, and Yan Gaoqing's words kept echoing in their minds. Each word was full of ridicule, coercion, and sarcasm.

Pay back what you owe, pay back what you owe.

There was nothing in this world that could be obtained for free. As a father, Yan Gaoqing was like this, let alone Fu Sihan, who was in this ridiculous marriage.

Wanwan did not trust Fu Sihan, much less believe that he would give her these things unconditionally.

Only when freedom and reason were in her hands could she have the confidence to speak in this marriage that was at an absolute disadvantage.

"How about me?" Fu Sihan looked at her.

He wanted her to owe him for the rest of her life. He wanted her to be unable to pay him back even if she wanted to!

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