He looked at her coldly, his every word becoming a sharp sword intended to hurt: "If we divorce, the Xia Family will be entirely to blame."
Xia Ning's eyes and brows drooped, observing Meng Yanxi's cold and indifferent demeanor.
This was the real Meng Yanxi, the respectful and harmonious front they had been displaying, the so-called perfect marriage, was all an act between the two of them.
Meng Yanxi wouldn't fall for Xia Ning; his heart was already given to Jiang Tan, so all the respect and gentleness had nothing to do with love.
Xia Ning couldn't quite pinpoint what she felt in her heart, calm, yet seemingly a bit relieved.
She suddenly let out a soft laugh, abrupt yet she didn't care, instead she spoke softly, "Alright, then let it be my fault."
Having said that, she made to leave.
Meng Yanxi's eyes were bloodshot as he grasped Xia Ning's wrist, strength gathering inch by inch with a hint of compromise, "Xia Ning, does it really have to be this way between us?"
