Jiang Yi giggled, "Did the sun rise from the west today? You suddenly want to send flowers to Su Xiaoyue. Did you do something to wrong her? Was it that woman named Yan Ruoting who climbed into your bed, and then you guys rolled in the sheets..."
"Jiang Yi, are you asking for a beating?"
Fan Shaoming interrupted Jiang Yi's teasing with a cold tone, "What's wrong with sending flowers to my wife? Does sending her flowers mean I have a guilty conscience? Then how many ghosts must you have in your mind? You must need to roll in the sheets with how many women before you'd send a Rose Garden to Xia Ying as compensation! I'm a clean freak, I wouldn't touch a woman that someone else has used, not even a touch!"
Yan Ruoting dreams of rolling in the sheets with him—it will never happen!
He would rather be a bachelor for life than touch that gold digger.
