Cold War After Marriage

Sun Youyou, the eldest daughter of the Sun family and the heir chosen by the former CEO. Before she turned eighteen, she returned to China for her father’s wedding and declared war on him with a funeral wreath. On her eighteenth birthday, however, a lawyer informed her that she still couldn’t wrest control of the Sun Group from her father until she was married. Leng Ye, the son of her stepmother, was wild and arrogant, and his identity was a mystery. To take back the Sun Group and get revenge on her stepmother, she used every trick in the book. In the end, she stole his ID card and went to the civil affairs bureau to register their marriage. For seven years, they treated each other like guests. He kept a mistress in a luxurious home, and she turned a blind eye. She kept a pretty young lover on the side, and he pretended not to notice. . Scene One In the dark room, Leng Ye got up, tossed her a box, and walked naked toward the bathroom. Sun Youyou looked at the box coldly, asking even though she already knew. “What is it?” “Miss Sun, can’t you read Chinese?” Leng Ye glanced back, a defiant, icy smile curling his lips. “The morning-after pill. You’re not fit to bear my child.” “Hmph!” Sun Youyou scoffed. “As if I’d want to carry your kid.” No matter what, Sun Youyou would never bow her head or show weakness to anyone. She popped every pill out of the blister pack and swallowed several dry. She was later rushed to the hospital, diagnosed with an overdose of morning-after pills. . Scene Two “Mr. Leng, do we know each other?” Sun Youyou asked, watching Leng Ye snatch the apple from her. She had just peeled it and taken one bite when he stole it. “We’ve been married for three years and have a daughter. Mrs. Leng, do you think we know each other?” Leng Ye lounged comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed, looking utterly smug. “Do you even understand me?” Sun Youyou asked again. . Scene Three “Bai Xue is pregnant. We’re getting divorced.” His icy voice sounded as if it had come from hell, and his sinister aura was like Satan’s. Sun Youyou lifted her cold eyes and looked at him indifferently, each word perfectly clear. “She’s pregnant, so we’re getting divorced. What would you do if I were pregnant?” “The bastard’s fate is the same as everyone else’s: straight to hell.” His coldness was terrifying, his cruelty even more so. A bastard? Sun Youyou stared at him in disbelief. . Their marriage, which had bound them together for seven years, finally ended when his mistress became pregnant. Whose heart would bear the mark of those seven years of marriage? One day, he asked, “Do you love me?” She replied, “I used to.”