The night is deep.
Miao Feishuang had taken a bath and was sitting in the living room reading a book.
Her mind wasn't on the book at all; occasionally, she tilted her ear to listen to the sounds outside the door.
Listening for the man's footsteps, whether they would sound.
Lu Yuhao said he was going to prepare for having a child tonight, and that procedural tone made her feel apprehensive.
But, it was she who provoked him.
She admits it.
But he, like a lofty tyrant, made her wait to be summoned, and she felt upset.
She didn't know how long it had been, but when the footsteps did sound and the door opened, Miao Feishuang felt like she wanted to escape.
Escape was not an option; although the Miao Family were merchants, how could their power compare to the Lu Family?
Moreover, she had a responsibility in this marriage.
She might as well pretend to be asleep.
She placed the book on her face, listening as the footsteps came to a stop in front of her.
