She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 625: I Don't Want a Wife Anymore

They were peacefully enjoying the beautiful women, without any sense of awkwardness. However, tears still hung on Jay's eyelashes. He smacked his lips twice and suddenly said, "I also think the third sister is pretty."

Being young, Jay simply expressed his emotions without a care. His clear words triggered laughter from the people around, and someone even playfully rubbed his bald head.

"Although he's young, his taste is not bad at all. Do you like her? How about making her your wife?"

Jay wiped away his tears, hugged his bald head with both hands to prevent further touching, and muttered in response, "What's a wife?"

"It's someone who will play with you and sleep together..."

"Can she help me with my homework?"

The man laughed, his words carrying an underlying meaning that made Cheyenne uncomfortable.

"She won't help you with your homework. Instead, she'll make sure you hand in your assignments every night!"

Upon hearing that he would have to hand in assignments every night, Jay forgot to continue crying and shook his small head in fear.

"In that case, I don't want a wife anymore."

Among the people present, many were adults, and naturally, Cheyenne understood the implications. With familiarity, she picked up a silver needle between her fingertips. Swiftly reaching out, the tip of the silver needle pressed against the man's throat. With a cold and lazy gaze, she spoke in a chilling voice, "Is vulgarity amusing to you?"

"You can be vulgar yourself, but don't do it in front of children. It's embarrassing!"

The man, oblivious to the danger, reached out his hand and touched her hand back. With an suggestive look, he said, "So spicy? I like it..."

a fly. The place where he touched her felt dirty, and she quickly withdrew her hand, wiping it disgustingly

the scene. Without hesitation, they grabbed a cloth from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, twisting his hands behind his back and

and there was no

Everyone was shocked.

picked up a teapot and calmly poured himself a

of pouring water

crowd snapped back

but no need

"Mhm."

inexplicable vibe

grew wider. With warmth and kindness, he asked, "Would you like

"Sure."

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help feeling bitter. After so many years of marriage, when did he ever pour her a cup of water? Indeed, Selah's daughter was not someone

could be as foolish and

carefully serving him, afraid of displeasing her

strict with himself,

been turned upside down completely once it came to Cheyenne? Such

incident, Cheyenne's scrolls had already been purchased by a mysterious customer.

intended to bid, recognized the style of the paintings as resembling those of Old Mr. Edwards. He guessed that they were

work. The fact that this set of scolls fetched a staggering price of 60 million made them both think that the

artworks sold for

thousand to several hundred

most,

Solely based on the praise of Master Freddie, had inflated the price to astronomical heights. They concluded that the buyer must be

that the signature contained characters: "CL". The calligraphy seemed oddly familiar. Emily squinted her beautiful eyes and tried. to remember... and