The dim flame flickered to life, burning the paper and releasing the scent of charred paper.
"Bo Yeyuan, the Li Qiyu of the past is dead!"
She tossed the flaming sheets of paper into the wastebasket, throwing every single page of the sketchbook in after them.
Even though she had forgotten her past, her heart still started to ache; she had wasted her entire girlhood on this cold-hearted and unfeeling man.
As the last few pages were about to be completely consumed as well, Bo Yeyuan abruptly grasped her wrist, not knowing where the brooding fire in his chest had come from!
"Two years of marriage, and it's time you made some contributions to the Bo family," Bo Yeyuan held the nape of her neck, unconcerned with whatever tricks she was playing.
She had just bathed, wearing a pure white nightgown with princess sleeves, her hair half-dry and spread loosely, emitting a faint fragrance.
Her milk-white skin followed the wide ruffled neckline...
Li Qiyu became anxious, "Bo Yeyuan, didn't we agree to get a divorce?"
"Divorce is possible, but first you will bear a son for the Bo family."
"Bo Yeyuan, you can't touch me!"
He curled his lips in disdain, his voice imperious and brooking no argument, "In these two years, you've begged me countless times, asking me to give you a child."
"With your status, are you afraid you won't find someone to bear your children?"
"You were raised by the Bo family, with a clear background and superior genes. None of those women out there are worthy of bearing the Bo family's progeny!"
All these years, no woman had caught his eye.
Li Qiyu was indeed beautiful, with a beauty unrivaled by other women—of course, if it weren't for her superior genes, she wouldn't have married into the Bo family.
But after marrying her, Mr. Bo found her to be devoid of thought, utterly dull.
Now it was different, Li Qiyu had a soul, and it was... a rebellious one, defiant and untamed.
Her beauty and her personality merged flawlessly, awakening a man's innate desire to conquer!
"If I really have amnesia, and now I don't love you anymore. Rather than let you touch me, I'd die first, or divorce you—what then?"