My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1038: Spoiled Beyond Measure

"Now, Ye Lu, you are my wife."

The official came out at the right time, smiling obsequiously, "Congratulations, congratulations to you both on becoming husband and wife. I wish you a lifetime of happiness together and hope you have children soon."

But all that met his words was a laugh full of disdain from Ye Lu.

"I used to just loathe you, but now I despise you even more. Aside from intimidating me at every turn, what other tactics do you have? A man who doesn’t even know how to show respect can’t expect to be respected by others."

She wiped away her tears, staring quietly at Third Young Master Jun with a gaze that was cold and calm, as if she were looking at a stranger.

"So what if the law says we’re husband and wife? I will never acknowledge you as my husband. In my heart, you will never be my husband! Since you like to force people into marriage so much, have it your way. Keep the marriage certificate with you, because very soon, you’ll be getting a divorce certificate!"

Ye Lu grabbed the marriage certificate from the official’s hand and violently tossed it at his rigidly smiling face, and then it fell to the ground.

She turned and left without a trace of compassion.

Third Young Master Jun laughed, he too had wanted to respect her, but he didn’t have the luxury of time!

The official stood there, dumbfounded, not expecting the bride to be so ruthless. It wasn’t uncommon for newlyweds to talk of divorce, but to do so right after getting the certificate, that was indeed a first.

He awkwardly looked at Third Young Master Jun, whose smile still lingered, trying to find words of comfort, muttering before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"A woman, ah, you absolutely can’t indulge their whims. The saying goes, ’Spare the rod, spoil the wife.’ If she threatens divorce to scare you, then so be it, divorce. Who’s afraid of who, just scare her a bit and she’ll fall in line. Women, they definitely can’t be spoiled too much—the more you pamper them, the worse they get."

A chill glance suddenly shot towards the official as Third Young Master Jun’s eyes narrowed fiercely, his eyebrows arching in arrogance and a silent cool contempt, his displeasure plain to see.

"I take pleasure in spoiling her, in seeing her become fierce and feral. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Uh... no problem, absolutely no problem. Sir, you truly have a broad mind and an extraordinary bearing," the official hastily waved his hands, thinking to himself that this truly was a case of masochism—never had he expected this imposing, arrogant man to enjoy being henpecked.

Third Young Master Jun, with his usual composure, picked up two marriage certificates, patted them off and slipped them into his pocket.

There wasn’t a hint of anger on his strikingly handsome face.

Then, turning back, he patted the official with a serious look, "A man who fears his wife is a good man. What do you think a wife is for?"

"To bear children and cook meals, of course!" replied the official as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I really can’t talk to you."

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes twitched and he snorted in disdain.

"To me, taking a wife means to cherish and spoil her beyond measure! Even if she brings storms and tumult, a man should face it all with grace. That’s what being a man is all about!"

The official stood there, wide-eyed, "You really are a... philosopher." In plain terms, just a hardcore masochist.

"Every man who fears his wife is a born philosopher."

Third Young Master Jun waved his hand and left with his usual arrogance.

Once inside the car, he saw that Ye Lu had her eyes closed. Third Young Master Jun didn’t mind and told the driver to start the car.

The car slowly took to the sea dyke road, heading straight for Hai Xin Square in the city center.

"Do you remember? This is where I proposed to you for the first time," Third Young Master Jun said, looking outside with a reminiscent smile, "The proud and arrogant me never thought there would be a woman who could refuse me. I suffered a real Waterloo."

Ye Lu ignored him.

Third Young Master Jun didn’t care, his gaze burning as he looked at her: