Second Marriage: Dear, Behave

<p>At her ex-husband&#x27;s funeral, she had been pressed to the cold tombstone by this man. His power and influence were overflowing, and he was the hallmark of the famous merchants of A city. He was noble and reserved with every raise of his hand, but his gaze towards her was as sinister as a viper&#x27;s, terrifying to the point of making one tremble. &quot;Madam Si, how have you been?&quot;</p><p>&quot;It&#x27;s Madame Bo.&quot;</p><p>The man smiled sinisterly as he wrapped her in his arms with his large, wrought-iron palm. &quot;Don&#x27;t you know who you&#x27;re married to?&quot;</p><p>She shivered under the cold touch, but he took a step closer. &quot;Since you have a bad memory, I can help you remember.&quot;</p><p>… ….</p><p>He was the ex-husband of the violent heart.</p><p>It was a sinister and cold lover.</p><p>As long as he was happy, he could still be a gentle and lovable husband, spoiling her to the bone.</p><p>She was trapped in his complex, changeable identity, unable to make sense of what was going on. Years later, he took her hand, trembling, and kissed it. &quot;I want to do it again,&quot; he said.</p><p>However, she had long since turned away from him and sent him to court.</p><p>When they said their goodbyes, it was like nothing had happened: &quot;Mr. Bo, do you want to see me off?&quot;</p><p>What do you have to ask me to love you for the rest of my life?</p>