Guan Haoyang tightened his grip on her wrist, causing her pain, and she couldn't help but furrow her brow.
"Yucen, you've grown bold, daring to speak to your own husband like that!" Zhao Yulin saw Qin Yucen's bad attitude and immediately came to her son's defense. "Dad, look at how Yucen is talking to Haoyang—"
"Shut up!" Guan Rang's gaze snapped over, glaring fiercely at Zhao Yulin.
She could only sheepishly close her mouth. Yet she felt indignant on behalf of her son.
Then she said to Grandma Qin, "The matter between CenCen and Haoyang should be properly discussed by both families sitting down together."
Qin Yucen knew this was an excellent opportunity to propose a divorce. If missed, it might never come again. She had to seize this chance, for her freedom or whatever else, she must try. Happiness isn't handed on a silver platter, nor can it be obtained just by painstakingly waiting; sometimes, happiness requires some tactics.
