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Sir, How About A Marriage novel Chapter 272

Ye Cheng felt as though his heart was being strangled; he could not breathe. “Y-you… You mean, you had other men as well?”

Gao Wen laughed. She laughed so hard that her body began to rock back and forth. “Of course. Of course, I had other men. Otherwise, how would I spend the long lonely nights? How would I ease my loneliness then? I’m human. I’m made of flesh and blood. My husband was outside, fooling around. Am I supposed to sleep in our bed alone and wait for him? Do you think I’m a fool?”

Ye Cheng’s entire body grew cold. He suppressed the pain in his heart and asked, “Why didn’t you divorce him? Leave him and find your own happiness. Why did you have to humiliate yourself in that manner?”

Gao Wen choked on the wine before she laughed again. Her hands that were clutching the wine bottle were cold and sticky as she reached out and touched Ye Cheng’s face. She chuckled before she said, “My silly son, how can I get a divorce? What would happen to me if I’d gotten a divorce? I’m not a strong and independent woman with a career of her own. If I’d gotten a divorce, I’d only be able to live on his alimony. What would happen if I couldn’t support myself?”

Gao Wen laughed before she took another swig from the wine bottle again. “Isn’t it great that I didn’t get a divorce? Look at how we’re cheating on each other. Since he liked beautiful young women, I looked for handsome younger men as well. It’s easy when you have the money to buy men. The Ye family has plenty of money so I can spend it as I please.” She giggled before she continued to say, “Didn’t you say a woman’s greatest blessing is to be able to spend as she pleases?”

Ye Cheng had grown numb from his mother’s confessions. The woman in front of him felt like a stranger at this moment.

Gao Wen continued to laugh and laugh before her laughter suddenly turned into tears as her mood took a sudden turn. “No, no, sometimes happiness can’t be bought with money. A woman without love is just like a withered flower. The men don’t love me. Ye He doesn’t love me. How could he love me when he goes out to look for those dirty women?”

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