Su Yao was picked up by her family from a remote town. She was timid and timid. She had nothing but the classical beauty bred in the south of the Yangtze River.
Unfortunately, she was lucky. After being rejected and running away from the marriage, she was lucky enough to marry the brother-in-law of her marriage partner, the head of the Lu family, the noble son Lu Qingyan. It was rumored that his methods were fierce and ruthless, and he said everything in the shopping mall.
The rich people secretly waited for Su Yao to be divorced and waited for an opportunity to replace her.
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Lu Qingyan is satisfied with his marriage. His wife is quiet, talks less, does not cause trouble, and has a low sense of existence. She cannot be the head mother of the house, but she can be raised at home and it will not affect his work and life.
Su Yao respected and feared Lu Qingyan. She couldn't recite ancient prose, but he asked her to memorize 600 family rules by heart.
He is like a precision running clock, getting up at six o'clock and going to bed at twelve o'clock, with no room for error or malfunction. Their rare intersection is the married life from nine to nine thirty every Saturday night, rigid and stylized, thirty minutes, not one more second, not one second less.
Su Yao was brought into a rigid and fixed life by Lu Qingyan. She felt that he was as cold as ice and exuded a strong aura of disloyalty, making marriage boring, dull and boring to her.
When Lu Qingyan was on a business trip, she was like a sand fox running happily on the grassland. When Lu Qingyan came home, she was like a rabbit huddled in a nest. After being oppressed to the extreme by his strong aura, Su Yao rose up and wanted a divorce.
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Housekeeper: Madam dismantled the antique clock you gave me to pieces. It was your most cherished object.
Looking at the parts all over the floor, Lu Qingyan said: "..."
Housekeeper: Madam skipped class and chatted with her sweetheart in the park for two hours.
Seeing the vivid and bright smile in the photo, Lu Qingyan said: "..."
Housekeeper: My wife has written a divorce application. Ying, Ying, it should be given to you.
Lu Qingyan's face was gloomy: "."
Even more outrageously, she tried to invade his life.
The regular couple's life ended. The man stood beside the bed. His shirt and trousers were crisp and wrinkle-free. His slender fingers tied the buttons around his neck. His tone was noble and cold: "You sleep while I go to the video conference."
Su Yao was complaining in her heart, Shan Shan's face is so good-looking! Isn't he good? Or is he too old? Or is it only thirty minutes? Not even one more second?
Just as he was about to leave, a soft body suddenly rushed towards him, her porcelain-white arms hooked around his neck, her soft face pressed against his chin, and her fragrant breath filled his ears: "Uncle, don't leave."
This uncle-in-law didn't have the usual reverence and fear, only affection and intimacy.
The man's delicate Adam's apple rolled: "Call my name."
"No, uncle." His voice was as soft as sugar.
Lu Qingyan was both physically and mentally stiff, and the skin between the two of them was as hot as a prairie fire.
The next day, when he thought of the ridiculous half-night-long night that was out of control and the precision clock running erratically, the old man's worldview collapsed.
Eight years age difference
Intention: You must have a happy life