Lin Nuan snapped back to her senses, sneering coldly, "Ning Shiyu, you're so concerned about who I'm spending the night with, could it be you actually like me? Can't let go, so you keep dragging out the divorce?"
"You? Worthy of that?" Ning Shiyu's tone stayed aloof as ever.
"Not worthy. And you, Ning Shiyu, can't let go either, right? If you've got guts, how about actually divorcing me for once?"
Using provocation to get a rise out of him—Lin Nuan really underestimated him.
He bent down, sneering, and leaned close to Lin Nuan's ear: "Lin Nuan, you picked your own path. The show's barely started and you already want out? How are you going to survive the rest of it?"
Lin Nuan's whole body stiffened, recalling what Ning Shiyu had said before.
"Lin Nuan, you like the role of Mrs. Ning—better hold onto it tight."
"Thinking about giving me kids? Don't flatter yourself. Just stay a lonely widow for life."
He'd said those words to her on their wedding night.
