A sharp shock struck Qiao Yin's heart: "What did you say?"
"I said, I'm not divorcing."
"Really?"
"Really."
Looking at Lu Lingche's indifferent yet handsome face, Qiao Yin suddenly burst out into laughter.
Soon, her laughter was accompanied by tears: "Lu Lingche, what do you take me for? You call for a divorce without giving me any chance to breathe, and now decided not to divorce in a baffling manner!"
"Weren't you divorcing me to marry Lan Yuyi? If you're not divorcing, how do you plan to deal with her? Let her be your mistress? Is she willing?"
"She's even pregnant with your child, are you willing to let her and the child suffer? Even if you are, don't you want to ask me if I'm willing to become somebody's stepmother?"
Her voice was icy cold, each word laced with a sharp sting, ruthlessly piercing his heart without any politeness.
He seized her hand, pulling her towards him, pressing her against him.
"It was an accident with Yuyi."
