Wen Nian's fists clenched tightly, and then he threw a heavy punch towards Song Lili without shifting his gaze even slightly.
His fist ultimately landed beside Song Lili's head.
"Song Lili, let's get a divorce."
"..."
"Tomorrow I will have the lawyer bring you the divorce papers."
"Okay."
Wen Nian got up off her, loosened his belt and tied it again properly, then walked out of the room like nothing had happened, still the President of Country G, the perfect idol in the eyes of women.
Song Lili lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, her wrist very sore, her waist very sore, and the sensation of being bitten by him still lingering on her back.
Let's get a divorce...
That's good, isn't it, Song Lili? Isn't this what you've always wanted?
Before, she had been thinking about how to get a divorce from Wen Nian, but now she didn't need to think anymore, as he had brought it up himself.
This is good, this is very good...
Huh?