Chen Feng left the imperial palace and returned to his residence, where he found Ye Qingqing.
Ye Qingqing hadn't gone anywhere, she was lying on the sofa reading a book.
That perfect body shape, endlessly enticing and inspiring boundless daydreams.
Chen Feng walked over, sat next to Ye Qingqing, and wrapped his arm around her.
"What are you doing?"
Ye Qingqing gave Chen Feng a sideways glance, "Get your hand off me."
"Hey hey, now you're being unreasonable, you're my wife, what's wrong with a little touch?"
Chen Feng was dissatisfied with Ye Qingqing's attitude.
Ye Qingqing smiled faintly, "In name, I'm your wife, but you don't recognize me as your wife right now, or rather, you don't have shared memories of us in your heart, get what I'm saying? So, I'm not really your wife yet."
"You're not kidding, are you?" Chen Feng frowned, "Divorce, we must get a divorce."