Fake Bankruptcy: The Pampered Wifey of an Imperious President

"Even so, I still want your ass out of my house!" Shu Yin snapped, giving him a kick with her toe. He did move his ass, but he only rolled from the left side of the bed to the right side of it. Holding the pillow in his arms, he said groggily, "Your bed is softer." The bed in Shu Yin's guest room was a wooden bed. There was only a thin mattress on