Chu Yan helped Qin Zhao tidy up the living room, then comforted the wronged Hellhound for a while.
He said to Qin Zhao, "If you still want a divorce, we'll need to go through the trouble of getting a marriage certificate again.
Not only will it require a family member to act as a witness, but we'll also need to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and deal with a pile of paperwork."
"..."
Qin Zhao sat on the sofa, feeling depressed, and massaged her brow.
"It might be better to not divorce."
Her long, dark lashes lowered slightly, and she spoke softly, "Before my mother passed away, she always talked about the matter of settling down. She worried that once she was gone, I wouldn't have a home.
I know you don't like me, but since we're married, I'll sincerely treat you as my wife."
