So it was not until this moment that Li Beicheng realized he actually liked it when Yan Xiaye called him that way, as if everything from five years ago was just an illusion, and she was his lawful and sole wife. He no longer had to worry about how to deal with Ya'er and Shuirou…
Time ticked by in a standoff, Yan Shuirou lifted her reddened eyes to glance at Li Beicheng, feeling that he probably hadn't heard her clearly, "Beicheng, we're divorcing…"
"Do you want to divorce me because of Yan Shuirou, or for Li Yuntang?" As if he dreaded hearing her repeat the same sentence, he looked at her with cold eyes and brows, a bright, mocking sneer on his lips as he interrupted her, "Is it because the Younger Uncle showed you a little kindness, and you've forgotten who you are, forgotten how you married into the Li Family?"
Yan Xiaye lowered her eyes, suddenly recalling how Li Yuntang's blood had dripped down the blade onto her face, an incident that had happened just a few hours ago.
