The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy-Chapter 1951: Sis Fei's Hands Are Very Expensive

Qian Yikun’s gaze landed on her slender legs and he quickly shifted his gaze away.

This was a very reasonable analysis!

Yet, this analysis came from Mo Fei!

That just made it terrifyingly reasonable!

Therefore, what else was he unaware of about his soon-to-be wife?

He had known Mo Fei for more than ten years, so he probably knew Mo Fei better than she did.

As for whether Mo Fei was a warrior, Qian Yikun was well aware of that as well.

Previously, he had been angered by her lackadaisical attitude so much that he thought that she had forgotten her abilities.

Yet now, he felt like he must reevaluate his perception of Mo Fei.

“So, what are you going to do?” Qian Yikun remained calm.

Mo Fei crossed her legs and placed both hands behind her neck. The car smelled much better now; it smelled like her favorite perfume.

“I’m not trying to do anything,” Mo Fei said innocently. “I’m just a good-for-nothing. What can I do?”

Qian Yikun, “…”

So, was she saying this on purpose? Could this woman stop being so petty?

Qian Yikun did not return to the Qian family’s house nor the Ding family’s house. Instead, he drove to his apartment.

Mo Fei knew that Ding Enterprise must be going through a huge drama right now. At the very least, a group of people would run to her office and try to ‘reason’ with her. Then, when they realized that she was not around, they would be furious and call her father to complain. After that, they would be told that she had gone to accompany her future mother-in-law, Mrs. Qian.

Afterward—

Those people would suddenly be hit with a realization—Goodness me, we almost forgot that this new CEO was the daughter-in-law of Qian Feng Enterprise.

Those stirring ambers of anger would be suppressed then.

Oh, well—

Such was life!

What was a life worth living if you had no strings to pull?

No one had stayed in the apartment for a long time, and Qian Yikun never asked anyone to clean it. The apartment was now covered in a thick layer of dust.

Mo Fei stood at the door and blinked at Qian Yikun.

Qian Yikun waved his hand in the air.

“So, you want me to clean up the place for you?” Mo Fei was shocked. Young man, you surely had a lot of ideas.

Qian Yikun entered his apartment and threw the keys onto the shelf at the door. A clear mark immediately appeared where the keys skidded through.

“Bye—” Mo Fei turned around and left without a second thought.

Qian Yikun grabbed Mo Fei’s collar and pulled her into the place. “Where to? What for?”

Mo Fei threw herself onto Qian Yikun directly, hooking both her legs onto his waist. “Qian Yikun, let me tell you. I’m not your wife yet. No, even once I become your wife, I won’t clean the house for you. Do you know how expensive Sis Fei’s hands are?”

Qian Yikun looked at Mo Fei with disdain. Eventually, he walked to the living room while carrying Mo Fei with one hand. With the other, he lifted the cushion cover on the sofa, causing dust to fly everywhere.

Qian Yikun, “…”

Mo Fei, “…”

The two of them looked at each other.Mo Fei was obviously saying, ‘Big Brother, this place is really not livable.’

On the other hand, Qian Yikun still retained the same cool. He wrapped one arm around Mo Fei’s waist and scanned his surroundings. It was alright. Cleaning this place was still within his ability.

Qian Yikun carried Mo Fei to the study room. He found a pen and a piece of paper. Then, he scribbled down some notes with one hand.

Mo Fei cocked her head to the back to watch. Cleaning agent, detergent, air freshener, towel, toothbrush, toothpaste…

What the hell was this?

After Qian Yikun finished writing, he tore the paper off with one hand, carried Mo Fei to the door, and put her down. “Go to the mall downstairs and buy these things. I’ll clean up the place.”

“Wait, you’re asking your Sis Fei to buy these for you?” Was he sure about this?