Afraid My Wife Won't Want Me If I'm Too Rich

Early next morning, as the morning light filtered through the windows, the curtains were pulled open and the gentle rays of sunlight fell on the man's exquisite face.

Jiang Jingchen, without his human mask, raised his head slightly to feel the warmth of the sun as he listened to Song Zhou's report from behind him. 

"I got someone to mess with Lu Fan last night and caused him some light injuries. But he later ended up in bed with Yuan Jiaojiao. I believe the young madam will find out about this today."

"That Yuan Jiaojiao bullied my wife before?"

Jiang Jingchen retracted his gaze and closed the curtains. The study room instantly darkened, and his handsome face was hidden in the shadows again.

"Yes, she was the person who spat into young madam's bowl at the school cafeteria."

Song Zhou shuddered at the thought of that disgusting scene.