After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me

The woman immediately said, "Handsome, women are easy to coax. Do you hope your ex-wife will have a change of heart and continue to be with you?"

The woman was a regular here, fond of fishing for rich men. The man before her was indeed her top choice to seduce. Mature, handsome, and distinguished, he seemed out of place in this bar, exuding an aura of noble elegance. However, she also knew she couldn’t handle such a superior man. A little flirting might be okay, but getting too involved would be too hot to handle. After interacting with him for a bit, she realized this man was both innocent and deeply affectionate, only here to drown his sorrows because of a quarrel with his ex-wife.

There are actually such men in the world, with privileged backgrounds, handsome looks, and who don’t cheat?

Fu Tingzhou raised his hand to rub his brow; after several drinks, he was still very sober. The woman next to him wore a strong, cheap rose perfume that was irritating his nose, and he frowned, "I don’t know if I want her to change her mind, I just... hope to keep her and the child by my side."

"You have a child, huh? Children are always a woman’s Achilles’ heel. A woman with a child is bound and loses her freedom, unable to fly far. If it weren’t for my child, who stays with my ex-husband while I visit every week, I would have left this city long ago."

"Handsome, couples only divorce when they can’t go on anymore, especially women. As long as a woman feels she can make do and bear with it, sometimes, even if the husband cheats, she will grit her teeth and swallow it. That’s just how women are, even independent ones, because family around you will advise you, men are all like this, there isn’t a man who doesn’t stray. There’s no perfect man in the world. For the sake of the child, you just make do. A woman who has remarried loses value, with that label on her, unless there’s no other way out, and she really can’t bear it any longer, otherwise women wouldn’t divorce."

Now, it was the woman’s turn to start muttering to herself while drinking.

Fu Tingzhou leaned back in his chair, continuously massaging his temples and brow.