He actually went to every length to keep her by his side, then calmly held up two red booklets. “Do you want to be my mistress with a marriage certificate, or my legitimate wife? You choose!”
Damn it, he expected her to be his mistress while holding a marriage certificate? She wasn’t an idiot! The newlywed young madam smiled darkly and pressed a scalpel to his chin. “You bastard, don’t move!”
Long Feiye glanced down at the knife, utterly unconcerned. “All right. Go ahead…”
Only later did she learn that the reason this wicked man hadn’t struck her dead, and instead cherished, protected, and spoiled her without restraint, was simply because…
