Shi Che's eyes quickly darkened.
His wife knew all his preferences, took care of all his preferences, and naturally, that was a good thing.
However... when these actions became deliberate attempts to please, what they brought to a person was nothing but powerless despair.
Back then, Ling Chuxia indeed made him breakfast every morning, but at that time, her breakfasts were much more casual, wildly creative, making whatever she felt like.
If he didn't like it and showed disdain, she wouldn't dare to openly complain, but in private, she would fiercely criticize him, saying he was so hard to serve, no wonder he had to find a child bride from a young age; otherwise, no girl would marry him.
She clearly couldn't stand being wronged, yet now, after he had let her suffer so many grievances, she no longer wished to complain about him.
