After Fang Qiao finished speaking, Lu Jianshen's deep-set eyes turned towards him.
That gaze, it was like an ancient well, tranquil on the surface but with surging waves beneath.
He didn't speak, simply looked.
Yet in his heart, countless thoughts had already turned over a thousand times: An argument?
If it were just an argument, that would have been fine, but sadly it wasn't an argument; it was a divorce.
"Superficial," Lu Jianshen said after a long silence. "You think she's someone who could be bought by just any necklace or bracelet, you think she's like those materialistic women you date."
Fang Qiao touched the tip of his nose, deciding to maintain his silence.
Alright, the women he chased before were indeed quickly won over; nothing needed to be gifted, just a few meals and some sweet nothings were enough to get the job done.
The easy ones were settled with a few handbags, the slightly harder targets with a sports car, and the most difficult with a set of house keys.
