"No way! Better safe than sorry! I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a lonely widow!" Song Yueqin had calculated very clearly.
"Hehehe! Seems like you're quite satisfied with me."
"Of course," Song Yuqin chuckled, her voice dripping with allure, "He wasn't much to look at before, but at least he was useful! Now he's neither good-looking nor useful."
"Why don't you just divorce him? What's the point in staying with a cripple?"
"You think I don't want to?" Song Yueqin sighed, "I can't divorce him! He won't give me a divorce! I injured his... vital parts, he can't do 'that' anymore! So, he wants to drag me down! Wear me out and make me live like a widow!"
"Why don't you just whip up some poison and finish him off!" the man said maliciously.
"Kill him, and you'd take me, would you!" Song Yueqin pinched him hard, "All you want now is a taste of a woman! You're not married yet, but you surely will be someday! Our relationship is nothing but a dewy union at best."
