Her feigned strength finally collapsed into disarray, her fingers trembling as they clutched at his clothes, her voice a cry of desperation, "Li Beicheng, I truly loved you, I beg you, don't make me hate you..."
If tonight Li Beicheng got what he wanted, just the thought of her and Yan Shuirou being embraced by the same man made Xiaye feel nauseated to the point of fainting.
Why, when she voluntarily divorced Li Beicheng, handed over the position of the Young Madam of the Li Family to Yan Shuirou, and even preserved his dignity in front of grandma, why wouldn't he let her go?
"Because you are my woman, whether I love you or not, you should fulfill your duties as a wife. Since you seem to want men so much, I'll satisfy you thoroughly so you'll never think of Li Yuntang again!"
Hearing Li Beicheng's callous declaration, Xiaye realized she had unwittingly murmured all the questions in her heart.
