He Xiuyu's gaze was intently fixed on Qiao Qingyu as he observed her clear eyes and her unusual expression. He was certain that Qiao Qingyu was serious.
He slowly began to speak, his voice deep, "Qiao Qingyu, no one can disrupt my life and then just clap their hands and walk away!"
Haha, is he bragging about being a talented literary figure?
"Listen to me now, He Xiuyu," Qiao Qingyu tapped her finger on the table, emphasizing strongly, "The divorce is definitely happening. Take this money; from now on, I don't owe you anything."
The room suddenly fell into dead silence.
In such a quiet atmosphere, He Xiuyu's expression was inscrutable. He leaned over, with a smile that was not quite a smile, looking at Qiao Qingyu. Their eyes met and they breathed each other's air. In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he murmured softly, "Qiao Qingyu, slipping into my bed isn't so easy!"
