Shan Xi

As his contract-marriage wife, she just wanted to fulfill the mission given by his mother—having a baby. They didn't love each other, so he always used contraception before they got laid. She had been obedient to him, only to find that he had gone too far! He actually didn't care about their child at all! She couldn't stand it anymore, so she handed him the divorce papers and left, noting: "The world is so huge that I can surely find a better man." Looking down at her, he retorted, "Come on, your purse strings will tighten up first before you find anyone."

Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce

However, apart from the initial flash of fear in her eyes, Ling Lingchuxia lay quietly, silently, as if she had no reaction no matter how deliberately or how much he tormented her.


Shi Che's hand grabbed Ling Lingchuxia's chin viciously, his dark eyes fixated on her numb eyes, and he suddenly curled his lips, letting out a light sneer.


Even in such intimate moments, he felt like he was performing a monologue; all along, he was the only one acting out a monologue.


He no longer wanted to look into her eyes or see her numb expression. His hand clutched Ling Chuxia's shoulder forcefully, turning her over, and then both hands gripped her waist, venting recklessly.


In ancient times, there were eighteen kinds of tortures. Ling Chuxia once read about them and knew a bit, said to be terrifying beyond imagination. She didn't know how painful the eighteen torments were, but she felt that none could be more painful than now.


Chapter 39 Don't Hear the Old People Cry (9)