Han Qianqian, with a sour feeling in her nose, gazed at Song Qinghuan, "I want to marry your husband. What do you think about getting divorced? I can marry him, we won't really be a couple, you two can remain as husband and wife just without the official relationship."
"That's absurd! I can't believe you would even think of such a thing!" Song Qinghuan shook off her hand, turning away in anger.
Her red lips trembled non-stop, and Han Qianqian cried softly again, "I was just rambling, you can act as if you didn't hear anything if you refuse."
Song Qinghuan glanced at her and saw the pain and hurt all over her face.
