Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

There has never been a commotion in the living room of Jiyue Mansion in the middle of the night.

The cup fell to the ground, and glass splattered everywhere.

Did Zhou Yongan do it on purpose?

I had clearly sent him a message before going to bed, but now I was woken up by him.

In the living room, Li Menglu came to Dongjiao for the first time and didn't know that Zhou Yongan had a house here.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw several pairs of women's high-heeled shoes on the shoe cabinet at the door, a woman's bag on the sofa in the room, and the flowers on the table were also fresh, not those permanent fake plastic flowers.

Zhou Yongan fell on the sofa, shouting that he was thirsty and wanted to drink water.

Li Menglu walked to the table, picked up the cup, and noticed the woman's lipstick mark on it.

I looked around and found the surroundings familiar.

She quickly flipped through Zhou Yongan’s circle of friends on her phone and compared it with the living room in front of her. Sure enough, it was here.

Li Menglu was so angry that she grabbed the cup and threw it to the ground.

The door upstairs opened, and Li Qingwen walked out of the room sleepily, meeting eyes with the person downstairs.

Li Qingwen had met her. Three months ago, she and Zhou Yongan were in the gossip news at the New York Fashion Week.

As his eyes swept over the man on the sofa, Li Qingwen's anger was spreading from his chest to his face little by little.

I never thought that Zhou Yongan would bring a woman from outside back home.

"This is my home, please leave!" Li Qingwen clenched his hands, stared at the people downstairs and drove them away in a cold voice.

Li Menglu looked up: "What is your relationship with Zhou Yongan?"

All the women Zhou Yongan had outside had been on the news, and Li Menglu knew them all, so how come there was still one unclear one hiding here?

Li Qingwen had never been insulted like this before. When asked back by a mistress, she couldn't help but laugh. How could she tell her that she was Zhou Yongan's wife?

Will she believe it if I tell her?

"What kind of relationship?" In an instant, many kinds of relationships flashed through her mind, and she just wanted to humiliate Zhou Yongan: "He is my duck."

Li Menglu: “…”

Anger and suspicion came out at the same time. Li Menglu looked at the seemingly gentle but tense woman upstairs with contempt: "You said that Licheng Zhou Laoer is your duck? You can't even lie properly."

Li Qingwen glared at the man sleeping soundly on the sofa with a cold face: "He brought you here today, which has seriously violated my rules. Please take him away."

Listening to Li Qingwen's cold and heartless words, Li Menglu began to feel unsure.

Zhou Yongan wouldn't do this for money, or for love?

Zhou Yongan likes her?

The woman upstairs had disheveled hair and wore a translucent gauze skirt. She looked like a fairy, and her facial features were clean and soft.

She is beautiful, but how could Zhou Yongan fall in love with a woman who only likes to pick up gigolos?

So this is what he meant by not talking about love in front of me.

I didn't expect this to be the feeling of prying into Zhou Yongan's secret.

Li Menglu regretted it, she would rather know nothing about it.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Li Qingwen emphasized again: "Please take him with you."

Li Menglu paused, turned around, and wanted to see the woman's heartless look on her face so that she could tell Zhou Yongan about it next time.

But the people upstairs had already turned around and returned to their rooms.

Li Menglu clenched her hands. Why? Why would a scumbag like her even be disdainful of the Second Young Master of Licheng? Why was she so arrogant?

……

Early the next morning, Mrs. Fan came to Jiyue Mansion and saw the mess in the living room as soon as she entered the door.

Looking again, the second young master was actually sleeping on the sofa?

While cleaning up the broken glass on the ground, Mrs. Fan was suspicious. Did the couple have a fight last night?

The second young master is only fit to sleep in the living room. It seems that she has to pay more attention to the mistress's expression here.

After figuring out who was the owner of this place, Mrs. Fan felt much more relaxed.

While sweeping the floor, Mrs. Fan picked up the blanket on the floor and simply woke everyone up: "Second Young Master, go upstairs and catch up on your sleep."

Zhou Yongan reeked of alcohol. He sat upright for a while, then strolled upstairs with his eyes squinted.

Instinctively, I walked to the door of the master bedroom, pushed it, found it was locked from the inside, and turned into the guest room.

Li Qingwen finished doing yoga in the room for half an hour when he heard a knock on the door: "Madam, breakfast is ready."

Sweet potatoes, corn, steamed buns, and yam porridge.

Mrs. Fan asked Li Qingwen for the list of three meals in advance, and now they take turns to cook them every day.

In the morning, Mrs. Fan was wiping the tables and cabinets inside and out. When she came to the sofa, she asked curiously, "Madam, why did the second young master sleep on the sofa this morning?"

Li Qingwen said coldly: "You ask him."

Mrs. Fan: “…”

Zhou Yongan didn't come down from upstairs until almost noon. He felt a headache from the hangover, so he went downstairs and told Mrs. Fan, "Make me some hangover soup."

"Sorry, sir, I don't know how to make that soup." He refused very straightforwardly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yongan glanced at her with his sharp eyes, trying to oppress her with his aura, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Fan didn't even look at him.

"If you don't know, just learn it online. I didn't invite you here to talk back!" Zhou Yongan said angrily.

Mrs. Fan was frightened. She was just testing the master's temper. If he was easy to bully, it would be easy for her in the future. But now it seems...

"Wait a moment, Second Young Master. I'll get it done right away."

Zhou Yongan glanced at her impatiently and sat on the sofa browsing today's financial morning paper.

Mrs. Fan quickly brought the sobering soup.

Zhou Yongan didn't even raise his eyes, and asked calmly: "Where's your wife?"

Mrs. Fan: "Madam went to the library to return a book."

After graduation, Li Qingwen has maintained the same learning state as in his student days and refuses to relax for even a day.

Zhou Yongan didn't know that Li Qingwen's target was never just an HR in the logistics department.

Ordinary people don’t have halos. Only down-to-earth efforts can help them climb up step by step. Marrying Zhou Yongan was also a coincidence. Li Qingwen never thought of using him as a stepping stone.

The person who returned the book didn't come back for lunch.

Zhou Yongan received several phone calls in the afternoon. The ballet theater that had previously arranged for a client said that the tickets were lost and admission was impossible.

Huayu Bank has donated to countless museums, theaters, and top restaurants in the city. Sometimes, it is easy for them to get hard-to-get tickets, which they then give to high-quality customers as admission tickets to expand their business.

Zhou Yongan called the official person in charge of the ballet theater and got the matter done easily.

Later, he received a phone call of condolences from the head of a US listed company. The other party seemed to have just heard that Zhou Yongan had returned to China and felt very sorry.

Zhou Yongan: "I told you that I came back only to settle some things. You should prepare champagne and roast chicken for me in the United States."

American Huo Anfen smiled and asked, "How long will it take?"

Zhou Yongan: "One month at most."