Billionaire Heiress a Murderer

Qing Chen was already in bed when he asked his wife, "How was Ma Min tonight?"

"She was very understanding," Feng Xuan's voice was quiet as she applied lotion on her skin. "Never pushed me to do it, you know? And didn't tease me when I… when I choked."

Qing Chen wished that there was something in this world that he would be able to say to her. To comfort her. But the closest words that he could think of were, "It's normal to hesitate, wife. You're human. We've all been there. You're going to be fine."

Feng Xuan only nodded lamely before throwing the covers over herself. "Ma Min and I went out for a drink."

"I know," Qing Chen began to smile. "I got an alert from the bank that someone spent a ridiculous amount from our joined account and was asking if it was not fraud."

She pouted, "I brought the crate of wine home."

"What wine did you buy?"