On the day that Ji Yao cheated on his little sister, Meng Qingge didn't break into his room to catch him, but instead sent him a text message to play with his big brother.
However, Meng Qingge didn't expect that the prey she was looking for was actually the real hunter.
That night, he had pressed her down and whispered into her ear, "Meng Qingge, you should have been mine for a long time."

You Should Have Been Mine

At night, in the master bedroom on the second floor, the room was completely dark and quiet.

It was so quiet that even the breathing of the two of them could not be heard.

It seemed that the two people on the bed were still awake.

It was Ji Wanzhou who couldn't hold it in. He opened his mouth first and called out softly, "Meng Qingge."

Ever since their first marriage, when Ji Wanzhou called Meng Qingge, he rarely called her by her name. Instead, he called her Mrs Ji.

But now, for the first time ever, Meng Qingge's name was called.

Meng Qingge thought it was nothing, so she answered, "What?"

"You don't approve of surgery." No emotion could be heard from Ji Wanzhou's voice, "Are you afraid that I'll die?"

Meng Qingge frowned. It was the same question she had asked this afternoon.

Perhaps it was because Ji Wanzhou asked again, which made Meng Qingge think that he cared a lot about the answer, so she answered seriously, "Yes."

Is It Just Guilt