After knowing each other for so long, she had never seen Emperor Quan like this before. A pair of eyes brimming with 'forgiveness,' and on that sharply-defined face was nothing but unavoidable annoyance.
Her gaze flickered for a moment before she propped herself up. She stared into the man's eyes and spoke slowly.
"Emperor Quan, we are not in a TV drama. There's no need for such soapy plotlines, like how a man in dire straits, after contemplating in pain, sends the woman off to her rival in love, and even deliberately parades a mistress around to play act… If you truly love her, why can't you face it together? Why hide the real reasons? Frankly speaking, it all comes down to male chauvinism, and nothing else but a lack of trust in women."
"Zhan Xiaoyao…" His throat seemed to constrict.
She held his gaze and steeled her heart, "Lord Quan the Fourth, listen carefully. I won't change what I've said. I don't want you anymore. I can't afford a man like you…"
"Wife…"