Hearing her words, Lu Jingchen froze for a moment before letting out a cold laugh. "You've just spent a day with that man and now you're thinking about how to help him?"
By the end of his sentence, he was already revealing a hint of rage, barely holding back from interrogating her through gritted teeth.
Song Qiao paused for a moment, then smiled at him. The smile in her eyes deepened bit by bit, yet she spoke casually, "Whatever you think is best. If you can't bear to part with Zuo Yuqing, then divorce me. You can go straight to the wedding with her, wouldn't that solve everything?"
The man's face instantly grew darker, as though he was the harbinger of an oncoming storm, his grip on her waist tightening. His eyes narrowed, and he rested his head on her shoulder, breathing on the exposed flesh of her neck with a mocking sneer, "I didn't know, Song Qiao, when you became so generous, even willing to share your husband with another woman now."
