The fists hanging by his side clacked with tension, but Li Beicheng couldn't help himself in the end. He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist with such force it was as if he wished he could strangle her on the spot, "Yan Xiaye, don't think Yin Baiyan can protect you. What right do you have to speak to me like this..."
"You're right, I have no right to be protected by anyone," Yan Xiaye lifted her chin proudly, self-mockery in her eyes as she declared with a tone laden with sin: "Loving you in the past was blindness on my part. Everything now and the past five years have been my retribution, and I accept it. Please have the divorce agreement sent to me soon. As for the news, you can say whatever you please—just don't appear before me ever again!"
There was a time when, because of what Yan Shuirou had done, she had thought about claiming the position of the Young Madam Li, determined not to let Yan Shuirou succeed in her wishes.
