Ji Mingyaun froze, his fist tightened, and his jaw clenched.
"What do you mean by that?" he demanded, but Liang Chen was too tired to battle words; hence, silence was all that followed.
"We are married. Even if you hate me, don't you owe me some time and acknowledgment?" Ji Mingyaun asked sternly.
Liang Chen sighed tiredly, dropping the book on the table. "Divorce me, and I will be gone before you know. And stop bringing this down on me. It was you who insisted on this cage of a marriage. You wanted this, so why force me to act the role of a consort when I've been against it from the very start?"
Ji Mingyuan's breath hitched. He turned to the door, and one look was all Kang Mi and Shumming needed to leave the room.
