C9 I Just Don't Want to Owe You Anything

"Do your job well as a wife. That's something you learned from the first day you were married to her." Xue Hee placed the tray on the table. A faint aroma of coffee drifted out from the cup, "Don't misunderstand, I just don't want to owe you anything. "Also, about the divorce …"

Before he finished his sentence, Han Qichen's face darkened. He opened his mouth without a doubt, "From now on, I don't want to hear these two words from your mouth. Otherwise, you know what the consequences will be for the Xue Clan. "

"You …"

Xue Hee clenched her fist tightly. She didn't expect him to use the Xue Group as a threat. From his tone, it seemed as if he wanted to tear himself to pieces.

Xue Hee didn't understand. She really didn't understand.

If continuing like this was torture for both of them, then why bother continuing like this? Could it be that he would only feel satisfied when he saw that he was living a life worse than death!

Her clenched fist slowly loosened as her gaze gradually became unfocused. In the end, it lost all light. She said in a low voice, "Alright, I understand."

Xue Hee turned around and left the study room. The whole room was extremely quiet. The light hit Han Qichen's face, reflecting his well-defined and delicate face.

The hand holding the pen paused for a moment. With a myriad of emotions in his deep eyes, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xue Hee felt her body grow heavy. She returned to her bedroom and lay down on her bed. Perhaps because she was pregnant, she had unknowingly fallen asleep.

Xue Hee was fast asleep, and the sky gradually darkened.

It was unknown when Xue Hee finally woke up from her sleep.

Suddenly remembering something, Xue Hee sat up on the bed. Damn it, he didn't even have time to tell Shu Dan before he suddenly left. She must be in a hurry right now.

Xue Hee hurriedly lifted off her blanket and ran down the stairs as she was thinking.

As she entered the living room, Xue Hee saw a familiar figure sitting on the sofa. He folded his legs, exuding an innate sense of respect. His overly cold eyes, on the other hand, made his elegance seem extremely cold, making people not dare to approach him.

On the table beside him, there was a box. It was Xue Hee's possession that Secretary Jiang had arranged from a common room.

Xue Hee composed herself and walked over. She carefully checked the box, but she still couldn't find her phone.

"Strange, did Assistant Jiang forget?" Xue Hee frowned anxiously.

"Are you looking for this?" Han Qichen's voice without any tone sounded from behind her. Xue Hee turned around and saw that the phone was in his hand.

"Give it back to me." Xue Hee reached out her hand and said in a loud voice, "I want to give Shu Dan a call."

"Is it Shu Dan or someone else?" Han Qichen's entire body was filled with a cold aura. His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly. His scrutinizing gaze made Xue Hee feel a chill all of a sudden. He held the phone and said in a frivolous and mocking tone, "No wonder you had the confidence to leave, you've already found your next home." "Xue Hee, I've really underestimated you.

Xue Hee frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean." Xue Hee wanted to snatch the phone away, but Han Qichen grabbed her by the shoulder and pressed her down.

"You … What for? Let me go! " Xue Hee panicked. She wanted to push Han Qichen away, but she couldn't resist his strength. Sensing his rage, Xue Hee was actually a little afraid of his red-rimmed, angry eyes. She clenched her teeth and turned her head away.