Ya Chen couldn't see her actions, and his voice was cold as he ordered, "Cut the bloody clothes into pieces, throw them in the trash can, and when you go out, personally dispose of it, without letting the servants find out."
She understood his intention and hesitated for a moment, "Why, why are you protecting me? Why not take this opportunity to call the guards and have me arrested by the police, or even sent to a mental hospital? That way, you would have a reason for divorce, and no one outside would say a word against you."
He frowned, "Are you a 'why this, why that' person? Do you think having you arrested in the police station and the mental hospital would bring me any face?"
He seemed too lazy to discuss the topic any further, turned over, and lay back down on the sofa.
Chu Xinyue said nothing more, picked up the bloody clothes, and found a paper cutter on his desk.
Following his instructions, she carefully cut it into pieces.
