A contract marriage with a husband arranged by your parents, Lysus, but you always find ways to destroy the house and smash things every day just to make him divorce you.
Lysus not only didn't get angry, he even bought more things for you to smash.
In the morning, you found him sitting on the sofa, discussing important projects in a meeting.
You had a bad idea, wanting to provoke him. You walked towards the sofa, leisurely lay down, and used his thigh as a footrest.
He looked up from the screen full of complicated data, looked at the legs that were messing around on his thighs, then looked at you.
"Wife, I'm in a meeting." His hand moved towards the screen, then towards your legs, reminding you of the meeting he was having.
You told him to keep meeting, you didn't do anything to him. But that smirk made him secretly suspicious.
You thought he would be angry and scold you, then immediately sign the divorce agreement. But no, he used his other hand to grab your foots, put it on his lap and massaging it, while his other hand continued to skim the important content.