Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"You came to my house and smashed my things and beat my people. Do you think I, An Nansheng, am easy to bully?"

"your people?"

Jian Muye pointed at Song Xu, who had just been helped up by Song Ke, and was so angry that veins on his forehead were throbbing:

"This pretty boy, yours? An Nansheng, if I don't sleep with you, you'll sleep with this guy. Are you deliberately looking for such a weak and useless pretty boy to disgust me?"

Jian Muye wanted to burn down the Jade House. He hadn't even lived there for a single day, yet An Nansheng actually used it to support a gigolo.

God knows how furious he was when he saw Song Xu in the yard. He even wanted to kill him.

"Disgusting you?"

An Nansheng was so angry that he laughed:

"Jian Muye, are you too self-indulgent?"

"I'm with Song Xu because I think he's kind and filial. In my eyes, he's a thousand times better than you, Jian Muye."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Mr. Jian, for not sleeping, so that I won't feel sick just thinking about it."

Song Xu and Jian Muye looked over at the same time.

A shock.

A furious one.

Jian Muye was so angry that he almost exploded.

An Nansheng actually compared him to a little duck, she might as well kill him.

He pointed at Song Xu:

"He's ten thousand times better than me?"

He glared at An Nansheng with red eyes:

"The grace of not sleeping?"

"An Nansheng, is this how you define our marriage?"

An Nansheng felt angry and amused when she saw him like this, as if she was the traitor.

"Jian Muye, do you know what you look like now?"

"It's like the impotent rage of a cuckolded wife."

Jian Muye was stunned as if he was suddenly hit by a club.

My wife is cheating on me...

Yes, his recent abnormality and anger are all because he feels like he has been cuckolded.

An Nansheng cheated on him.

This clear understanding made Jian Muye unwilling to admit it.

Why should I care? They're divorced.

Just like An Nansheng himself said, no matter what others do, it has nothing to do with him.

But damn, he cared.

I care so much that I want to kill Song Xu!

Fang Zhuo, who was standing by, couldn't bear to look at his boss's expression.

It's so tragic, it can't be described in words.

He bowed to Song Ke with pleading eyes, hoping that Song Ke would take Song Xu away and not watch the most embarrassing moment of his boss' life.

Song Ke ignored him.

It took Jian Muye a long time to come back to his senses.

He slowed down, trying to make his voice sound less excited:

"I don't want to argue with you. As long as you drive this pretty boy away and promise not to set foot in a place like Fantasy City again, I'll pretend nothing happened."

"I'll pay for the medical expenses, lost work expenses, and mental damages. I'll pay a hundred times over."

"Now, get him out of here right now."

After hearing these words, if An Nansheng had some wine or something in his hand, he would definitely splash it in his face to sober him up.

"Jian Muye, what on earth gives you the right to tell me this?"

An Nansheng couldn't help but angrily retort:

"Put away your self-righteousness. You look quite ridiculous to me now."

It's really ridiculous. When he took Ye Luoer out together before, did he ever consider the feelings of his wife?

What did he say when she asked him to keep his distance from Ye Luoer?

He said that as his wife she had no right to interfere with his freedom.

He said she was unreasonable and like a shrew.

"I solemnly declare once again that we are divorced. I have given you back your freedom, and please do not interfere with my freedom anymore."

She was too lazy to waste words with him and ordered coldly:

"Song Ke, call the police."

Song Ke was just waiting for the boss's order. He had already entered the three numbers and dialed them directly.

"Hello, is this the police station? I want to call the police. Someone broke into the house and injured someone..."

He called the police right away, and Jian Muye's expectations were completely shattered.

An Nansheng is determined to marry this pretty boy and doesn't take him seriously at all.

Jian Muye was so angry that he laughed: "Okay, very good."

His eyes were full of disappointment, and he left with Fang Zhuo after saying this.

The plague god left, and An Nansheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The divorce was amicable, so shouldn't they go their separate ways and live their own lives after the divorce?

What the hell is wrong with Jian Muye? Why is he always looking for trouble?