Facing Qin Zigui, Shen Lu didn't have the strength to struggle; her eyes were filled with fire, carrying too much hatred in them.
Qin Zigui, however, was unbelievably domineering, as if he was venting all his dissatisfaction onto Shen Lu.
His torment of Shen Lu wasn't just physical; he even tortured her soul, verbally abusing her: "Lulu, do you realize? You're not the same now, after the surgery, you're no longer a woman. You're just like an old hag who wants me to treat you well, you're simply dreaming."
"Then why don't you divorce me? You call me your wife while torturing me like this every day." She coldly mocked him: "Qin Zigui, you make me sick."
"Sick?" Qin Zigui let out a light laugh, retorting: "What you're saying is truly amusing. Do you even consider what would happen to you after I divorce you? If no man cares for you, I'd have to kill myself. What I'm doing now is a charitable act to save you."
