And then there was the drug in his system, the score he needed to settle with Lin Shenshen—there were loads of things left unfinished.
"Ning Shiyu, you bastard, let go of me." Lin Shenshen finally got the chance to speak.
Tears fell, traitorously, this man had never cared about her feelings.
"Lin Shenshen, didn't you want to get pregnant with my child, didn't you want to ask Dad for the remaining shares?" Ning Shiyu wiped away Lin Shenshen's tears, neither gentle nor rough, his tone sarcastic: "So what's this, you playing along to amuse me?"
"Ning Shiyu, what on earth do you want? What will it take for you to let me go?" Lin Shenshen tried to hold back her tears, but they only fell harder.
"Let you go? Did you ever think about letting me go back then? Would we be here if you did?" With that, Ning Shiyu prepared to force her.
"No, you can't."
Can't?
Was Lin Shenshen joking with him? They weren't even divorced yet. To use her words, this was his right.
