President, Your Wife Is Back at Her Parents' Home Again

A cool, celibate CEO x a gentle, ethereal beauty Wen Hua was going to marry for the sake of an alliance. Her intended was said to be the head of a Chinese family that controlled a European financial empire. When they met, he was impeccably dressed in a suit, every movement exuding aristocratic grace and confidence. Wen Hua watched him in silence. After a long moment, she gave a quiet laugh. “Interesting.” After they married, they were a model couple in public, but in private they treated each other with polite distance and left each other alone. A friend asked her why she had married Xi Mo. She smiled brightly. “He’s rich and powerful. If I found someone richer, I’d marry him too.” Suddenly she looked up. The man’s handsome, shadowed face was hidden beneath the bar’s kaleidoscope of lights. Her friend gleefully watched the drama unfold. “Huahua, you’re in trouble. You’ll be on your knees scrubbing the floor when you get home.” There was no way she was going home. She headed to her parents’ house instead. Whenever she caused trouble, she went to her parents’ house. Whenever she got angry, she went to her parents’ house. Even when she said the wrong thing, she went to her parents’ house. By now, Mr. Xi was used to it. Nine times out of ten, he would sweet-talk her into coming home. When he tracked her down at the Wen family home, she was sitting in the living room eating a mandarin. Seeing him, she calmly ate the last segment and challenged him, “Stay right here. I’ll go buy you some mandarins.” “…” He wasn’t angry. Instead, he patiently and gently coaxed her into coming home. Wen Hua had just breathed a sigh of relief when a burning pain flared across her bottom. “You hit me?!” The man’s dark eyes were calm as he drawled, “No matter what, you’ll end up in my hands.” …She’d fallen for it! The next day, he rubbed her sore waist. “Don’t go bothering your father next time, okay?” Wen Hua’s ears turned red. Shameless!