Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 788

Chapter 788: Chapter 784: Extra | Fan Hongshan 03

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Zhou Yilang pursed his lips, suppressing the rage in his heart, and got down to business—this damn woman, always so vague in her responses to anything that happened, and now lost in her wild thoughts...

Even in the midst of their intimacy, she didn’t understand?!!

Fan Hongshan smelled the fresh scent of sweat slowly seeping from her skin. Her hands, which had been forcefully pushing away, had at some point clutched onto his arms to steady herself, her mind a cluttered mess:

How did things turn out this way?

Fan Hongshan didn’t know how she had provoked Zhou Yilang, making him change his temperament drastically in the middle of the night and torment her endlessly.

By the end, Fan Hongshan had fainted from exhaustion and didn’t even realize that, as she lost consciousness from crying, she uttered the words in her heart that she most wanted to say but dared not:

"Dear, can we get a divorce?"

She wanted to return the goods. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Fan Hongshan didn’t know what she had said, but the man, having just reached a state of physical and mental satisfaction, froze completely upon hearing his wife’s unconscious murmur!

It wasn’t until his breathing steadied that Zhou Yilang gradually recovered.

Looking at her unconscious face, his eyes did not show satisfaction but the ominous foreboding of an approaching storm.

Under the light, his wife’s face was tinged with a faint pink glow.

This was the craziest, most unrestrained time he had ever had in their eight years of marriage.

And yet, his wife asked him, "Can we get a divorce?"

Was she dissatisfied with his abilities?

Zhou Yilang felt extremely annoyed inside, his handsome, stone-faced visage even colder and more severe.

When Fan Hongshan woke up feeling completely worn out, she didn’t ponder over it too much. Life went on as it always had.

She got up at six in the morning to make breakfast, woke up the two children at six-thirty, got them to finish breakfast before seven, and then sent them downstairs, where a car would pick them up for school.

The children had a full-day schedule; usually, they’d be home around six in the evening, an hour or so before Zhou Yilang.

And she would wake her husband up at eight each morning, see him off to work at eight-thirty, and after that, until six in the evening, her time was her own.

Because she knew all too well that her marriage was like a rootless duckweed. Once she had come to terms with that, she sought her own pleasures. In this era, although many things were lacking, there were still masters who taught traditional handicrafts.

She had a ’monthly salary’ of almost two hundred dollars, and Zhou Yilang had never shortchanged her. In fact, she didn’t quite understand what Zhou Yilang did for a living.

All she had seen were the foreign books in his study, or books related to philosophy, calligraphy, and the like.

She had no interest in delving into his character or career. She just made sure to play the part of an appropriate ’Mrs. Zhou’ when accompanying him to dinners.

Normally, using her monthly salary, she found an old lady and learned the craft of embroidery. After seven or eight years of study, her teacher had transformed from a healthy woman to a half-blind old lady.

Realizing that excessive use of the eyes was bad for them, Fan Hongshan just treated embroidery as a hobby, making small trinkets for her children or creating fabric art.

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