My Mysterious Husband

The title ‘Mrs. Ye’ had become something that Xinyou desperately wanted, but it was got by Venus easily. How could Xinyou accept it?

“And don’t get cocky, do you think your life is better than me? Stop daydreaming, Kerry won’t even look at you and you don’t even have a chance to be liked!” Xinyou gritted her teeth in sarcasm.

Venus looked cold and said with indifference, “Be liked? Are you still living in the past when women completely relied on men? Xinyou, you’re just begging for Kerry’ s like. Why not live independently?”

“Don’t act like you’re noble. I think you can’t get him, so you can just say something to hide your jealousy.” Xinyou snorted coldly, her tone full of disdain.

“I don’t care to be liked by him!”

She was unwilling to argue with her and it happened to be lunchtime, so she decided to eat out today to save herself from being disturbed by others. Many people must be curious about what had just happened.

She really wasn’t in the mood to explain.

As Venus walked down the street, she came across Lanzhou Noodles and she stopped to walk inside.

The owner of the shop was a couple, both believers in Islam. When they saw Venus, they asked her what she wanted in a hospitable manner.

Venus ordered a beef noodles, and while she was waiting, she suddenly received a call from Kerry. She knew why he called her, so she hung up the phone decisively.

Hot noodles were then served on the table and Venus ate a few bites, suddenly feeling a little sad. Perhaps it was because of the hot noodles, or her situation at the moment.

was making soup, while the husband was skillfully stretching the noodles, with a small fan on top

help her husband to wipe his sweat with a towel, and the husband

life was difficult, they perfectly illustrated what was ‘share the joys

marriage. Though she lived in a quite extravagant life, she felt no love at all.

was much better?

Venus shook her head, stooping looking at them. She was eating her noodles in silence, but the phone rang again. Venus wanted to ignore it,

answered the phone, “Hello?”

it Miss Mu?”

voice came, making her freeze.

know your name?”

“I’m Hao Nangong’ s

something, so she asked, “Hello, aunt, what can

my son. I want

moment and said, “OK,

Jindu

Venus looked at her half-eaten noodles and

paid the money. She went out to take a taxi and directly gave the driver the address. In

up?” Venus asked somewhat carelessly as she looked out

with his index finger tapping on the table. His tone was low, “Where are you

office right now. I’ll have something to do later and I want to

exactly