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When Miao Feishuang opened the door, she saw Lu Yuhao and Yi Beixi looking like a couple, tidying up the living room trash.

Yi Beixi gazed at the man with a particularly infatuated look.

She couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh; it seemed she was the extra one in this home!

"Feishuang..."

Hearing the door open, Lu Yuhao stood up and immediately ran over to her.

Miao Feishuang turned around to go back inside, then pulled out her suitcase, preparing to pack her things.

"What are you doing?" Lu Yuhao watched her busying about.

"Making room for you both," Miao Feishuang said in a deep voice.

Lu Yuhao grabbed her wrist, "Feishuang, this is our home, where are you going?"

"You still remember this is our home? Look what the place has become?" Miao Feishuang sneered, does she still look like the mistress of the house?

"Bei Xi and my sister are just visiting," Lu Yuhao said, "Actually, when I was single, siblings and friends would often come over to hang out..."

Miao Feishuang saw he hadn’t considered her at all, and so she said, "Just as well, giving you a chance to return to being single."

"What do you mean?" Lu Yuhao’s face immediately darkened.

Miao Feishuang pulled her wrist free from his hand, "Tomorrow at nine, I’ll be waiting for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"I won’t allow it." Lu Yuhao had never considered divorce since marrying her.

"I’ve had enough." Miao Feishuang pointed at him, "You have no concept of tidiness; when you come home, clothes and socks are thrown everywhere. It’s always me tidying up, buying groceries, cooking meals every day. I’m not your maid; why should I keep serving you after marriage?"

Lu Yuhao was stunned: "I just haven’t broken some habits; if there’s something you don’t like, I can change... And cooking isn’t it because you like doing it, and I like eating it? How can it be called serving me?"

"Well, this miss is done serving now." Miao Feishuang pulled her suitcase and headed out, "Find someone else to take over!"

Lu Yuhao stopped her: "Feishuang, it’s late, just sleep at home, and when you calm down, we can have a proper talk."

"There’s nothing left for us to talk about." Miao Feishuang looked at him, "Let’s part ways peacefully, Lu Yuhao, goodbye!"

When he wouldn’t budge, she reached out to push him.

He still wouldn’t move.

Yi Beixi suddenly gasped, "Brother Yu Hao, it hurts..."

She said, clutching her abdomen, as if she couldn’t catch her breath.

Lu Yuhao originally didn’t want to pay attention to her; he wanted to keep Miao Feishuang.

Yet he couldn’t bear seeing her in pain without anyone attending to her.

"Lu Lu, get out here!"

Lu Lu stayed in the room, refusing to come out.

She wanted chaos so that Yi Beixi could take advantage of the situation.

Miao Feishuang naturally saw Lu Yuhao’s hesitation, and she dragged her suitcase to bypass him.

Lu Yuhao grasped her wrist, "Feishuang, don’t leave!"

"Brother Yu Hao..."

Yi Beixi suddenly fell to the ground, who knows what’s wrong with her.

At this moment, Lu Lu also had no intention of coming out from the guest room to help.

Miao Feishuang used her suitcase to fiercely smash Lu Yuhao’s foot; as he winced in pain, he released her wrist.

Miao Feishuang dragged her suitcase and left without a backward glance.

"Feishuang... Miao Feishuang..."

Lu Yuhao was about to chase after her when Yi Beixi stopped him again, "Brother Yu Hao, am I not going to make it..."

Lu Yuhao watched the figure outside the door walk farther away, while inside the living room, someone suffered in pain...

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