Jian Yue gave a bitter smile. "How can it not be necessary? If you do not get angry, how can he feel remorse? If you don't withdraw at the right moment when things start to look up, naturally, he too will grow tired. You don't understand this principle."
Muniang pursed her lips. She had heard Yu Ze say before that Jian Yue and Marquis Chen were childhood sweethearts, they loved each other and got married. To outsiders, they also seemed to be a couple deeply in love, but it turns out that this so-called 'deep love' between husband and wife was also built with so many deceitful maneuvers. Listening to how Jian Yue spoke, it seemed as if she had grown accustomed to it and even took it for granted. For a woman to go to such lengths for a man, it was indeed too painful.