My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

“Sweet talk loses its charm when said too often. Look at me, I say it occasionally, and it makes you so happy.” Su Hongxing laughed, realizing this man was quite easy to coax and satisfy.
“No matter how often you say sweet things, they’re always charming.” Ye Qilan wrapped his arm around Su Hongxing’s slender waist. “How is it that your waist is still so slim after having kids?”
He had heard that women’s waists become wider after childbirth, but his wife was the opposite, with a figure better than before.
“Do you wish I became chubby after having kids?” Su Hongxing glared at Ye Qilan playfully.
Ye Qilan’s eyes lit up. “I do like you with some flesh, though. Honey, you should eat more. You have a nice feel when a bit plump.”
Su Hongxing snorted softly, too lazy to respond. He’d love for her to be uglier so all the men in the world would find her unattractive—such childishness.
“Honey, why don’t we have another child?” Ye Qilan looked at Su Hongxing with burning eyes.
Su Hongxing felt a chill. Two already, and still more?
“Is it really necessary? Two are enough, and you’re always complaining they compete with you for my attention.” Su Hongxing couldn’t fathom Ye Qilan’s way of thinking.
Ye Qilan was taken aback. He hadn’t thought that far ahead; he just wanted to get her into bed again.
“Well, maybe we shouldn’t. Two little troublemakers are enough, and anymore, I’d have no place in this family.” Ye Qilan immediately dismissed the idea of having another child.
“In our household, you’ve always been the one calling the shots. When have you ever lacked status?” Seeing Ye Qilan not answering his phone, Su Hongxing curiously leaned forward to ask, “Whose call is it?”
“Du Qingyu, I don’t want to talk to that woman.”
Hearing this, Su Hongxing took his phone: “I’ll answer it.”
She had just pressed the answer button when Du Qingyu’s voice came through: “Qilan, I’m begging you, please give me a break. I don’t want to die yet, have mercy. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it…”
“This is Su Hongxing.” Su Hongxing interrupted Du Qingyu.
Recognizing it was Su Hongxing, Du Qingyu’s eyes lit up: “Su Hongxing, Qilan likes you so much, he’ll listen to you. Help me, I realize I was wrong, I shouldn’t have kidnapped him, nor should I have attempted to kill him…”
Du Qingyu rambled on, but Su Hongxing got the gist of it; recently, Du Qingyu had been “harassed” by a lot of people, making her live in daily fear.
And those people were sent by Ye Qilan.
After finishing her conversation with Du Qingyu, Su Hongxing hung up and returned the phone to Ye Qilan: “What exactly did you do to Du Qingyu to scare her like this?”
Such a malicious woman like Du Qingyu actually had a moment to fear?
“She almost killed me, so I made sure she’s constantly hovering on the brink of death, letting her taste what it feels like to embrace death.”
Hearing Ye Qilan’s words, Su Hongxing chuckled: “I realize that of all the people one could offend, you’re the worst one to offend.”
The grudge-holding fourth Young Master Ye, it would be strange if he didn’t severely retaliate against Du Qingyu.
“Not killing her outright was already a mercy. Enough, let’s not talk about that nauseating woman…”
Then Su Hongxing suddenly said: “If you want to deal with Xiao Ji, you could start with Du Qingyu. She’s like a frightened bird now; if you extend an olive branch, maybe she’ll become your informant.”
“I have no interest in collaborating with that kind of woman. Tormenting vicious women like her is more satisfying. As for Xiao Ji, I have other ways to deal with him.” Ye Qilan replied softly.