Yan Xiaye did not consider herself exceptionally beautiful. If it were only about romantic entanglements, Li Yuntang wouldn't have needed to invest so much in her.
Li Beicheng had grown used to her nonchalant indifference recently, yet it was precisely her indifference that he found most intolerable.
He tightened his grip around the woman's fingers with such force that, for a moment, he wished he could devour her whole, thus obliterating her resolve to leave him.
"Yan Xiaye, if you haven't fallen for Younger Uncle, why insist on divorcing me?"
His complex gaze locked onto her emotionless small face, his voice oppressive: "Don't forget, we still have a child!"
Yan Xiaye's heart clenched, her dark eyes coldly fixed on him, "It's none of your business, that's my child alone."
The real story could never be known by outsiders, and Li Beicheng must not learn it.
