Wen Zhqing looked at Qin Honghua.
Could he not hear the subtle threat in Qin Honghua's words?
If he continued to refuse to share a bed with Qin Honghua and didn't let her conceive a son, the so-called father-in-law would come over from the hometown.
And all the leverage against him was in the hands of that father-in-law.
In the end, Wen Zhqing weighed the pros and cons and said, "The distance between our hometown and Beijing is so far, and Father's age is so advanced, there's no need to burden him with such a long journey."
"I can read this book tomorrow."
Qin Honghua heard the compromise in Wen Zhqing's tone.
She pushed him onto the bed forcefully,
and throughout the whole process, Wen Zhqing only felt like he was being mauled by a pig.
Two hours later, Wen Zhqing watched the obese woman beside him snoring loudly in her deep sleep.
The disgust in his eyes was no longer concealed.
He got up, fetched some water, and scrubbed himself vigorously.
