"I won't let go... unless you divorce me, I can't possibly let go! I won't divorce you! I won't!"
Zhou Siheng, despite his usual good composure, couldn't help but burst into a bitter laughter.
"You really make me feel disgusted," he said distinctly, each word like an injury.
Qiao Jingxue's face was whiter than paper.
In a mumbling voice, she said, "Siheng, don't be so heartless, I only have you left, without you, I have nothing..."
Zhou Siheng simply flung off the hands that she had clung onto his arm so desperately.
His movement was aggressive, and with a 'bang,' Qiao Jingxue fell to the ground, looking completely embarrassed.
Fortunately, this was a highly confidential private kitchen. Otherwise, the news of the big star Qiao Jingxue's marriage troubles would quickly ferment across society.
She would become a laughingstock in everyone's eyes.
Qiao Jingxue felt a piercing pain in her knees.
