Sure enough, Zhang Ruize did not say another word, but his eyes grew colder and his movements became more violent.

Zeng Yuran stared straight at him without blinking, gritting her teeth and enduring his fierce attack.

She gasped and felt really annoyed and confused. Was this beast made of iron? Zeng Yuran finally closed her eyes, not allowing him to see the helplessness, evasion and even retreat in her eyes.

"Do you know what a hostess is? Aren't you ready? Who are you going to show this face to?" Zhang Ruize pinched Zeng Yuran's chin, "Open your eyes and look at me. I'm your husband."

Zeng Yuran closed her eyes tightly, "Please, stop it!"

"Are you begging me? Well, you finally learn to beg me! Remember, don't ever mention that trash's name in front of me again!"

"You can't bring her home, either."

"You still want to negotiate with me?" Zhang Ruize snorted. This woman actually managed to keep her head calm under such circumstances.

This time was even more painful than the first time. Zeng Yuran finally held on to the end.

Zhang Ruize lit a cigarette after sex, leaning against the bed, silently blowing smoking rings.

Zeng Yuran was annoyed, but she tried not to light this explosive bomb. Second-hand smoking or nicotine was much more stable than he exploded.

Zeng Yuran was about to fall asleep when Zhang Ruize picked her up, "What are you going to do?"

"Hostess, where is dinner? Is that how you run the family?" Zhang Ruize said sarcastically.

Damn it, would he die if he skipped one meal? One should eat less at dinner. Wouldn't he be hungry if he fell asleep?

Zeng Yuran muttered in her heart. It wasn't that she didn't dare to reveal it, but she knew that in front of this tyrant, it was better to do less than to do more.

Grabbing a piece of clothing and puting it on, Zeng Yuran immediately went downstairs. This b*stard would feel uncomfortable if he didn't torture me. Well, since that's the case, I will satisfy him. At worst, we wouldn't get to sleep this night.

Zeng Yuran opened the large refrigerator in the kitchen. It was impossible for a clever woman to cook without rice. There were only some eggs, flour, milk, and some snacks such as ground beef and preserved meat in the fridge. This was probably the leftover food left by the guests those few days.

The ground beef and the preserved meat were salty, and it seemed that she could only make a salty snack.

Zeng Yuran had an idea, so I'll make an incredible salty cake!

Zeng Yuran mixed milk with flour, then chopped the beef and meat into pieces, and then used three chopsticks to stir and blend non-stop. This guy had an oven at home, but why didn't he have an electric whisk? It was exhausting.

Why the hell am I supposed to cook for him? I'm his wife, not his mother.

Zeng Yuran whisked the egg as if it were Zhang Ruize. Finally, the chopsticks could stand steadily in the egg white. Well done. Zeng Yuran mixed all the ingredients together and baked them in the oven.

Should she get him something to drink? Forget it. Milk is enough.

"Are you done?" Zhang Ruize was probably really hungry, so he went to the kitchen himself.

"It's almost done. It'll be done in a few minutes!" At this time, the fragrance of the cake and milk wafted out.

Zhang Ruize could not wait to stare at the timer on the oven and silently counted 'five, four, three, two, one'.

Just as the 'ding' sounded, Zhang Ruize reached out to pull the door of the oven.

"Be careful, it's hot!" Zeng Yuran called out, and Zhang Ruize immediately retracted his hand.