The heavy, wine-red curtains blocked the icy howling wind outside, and a tulip-shaped bedside lamp gently cast a warm, beige glow onto the bedroom. Over the bed was spread a rich, red duvet.
Snuggled in the crook of Gu Liang's arm, Shao Fangfang cooed, "When will you finally divorce that she-devil of yours?"
Gu Liang's face was soft with affection, but stiffened slightly at her words. In a rather dismissive tone, he replied, "We can't rush this; you fully understand her family's situation."
Shao Fangfang shot back coldly, her face a mix of annoyance and anger. "We've been sleeping together for two years. How much longer do you expect me to wait?"
Gu Liang pulled Shao Fangfang closer and coaxed, "Isn't this to secure more wealth for you? You wouldn't want me to walk away with nothing, would you?"