Don’t Say Goodbye to Me

After I transmigrated into the wife of a mafia heir, I pretended to be deaf in order to protect myself. As a result, he really thought I couldn’t hear him, and spent every day ranting right beside my ear: “What’s with that look on your face like you just ate sh*t when I kiss you? You hate it that much? Then next time I’ll kiss you again. I will. “You talked to Little Zhao at the gate again yesterday. Tomorrow, I’m transferring him away. “And can you smile at me a little more? Even that mutt at home is happier to see me than you are. Keep this up and I’m going to teach you a lesson, got it?” … So, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn’t understand sign language, I fired back with one contemptuous insult after another. Until he secretly hired a teacher and learned sign language. My act was completely exposed. After dinner, the man blocked my path with a cigarette between his lips, his expression dark. He took off my hearing aid, leaned in, and let out a low laugh. “You dared to play me. You’re done. This time, I really am going to teach you a lesson.”