An Jiancheng said furiously, "Zhou Shiran, I'm telling you, I don't care if you borrow, cheat, or steal, but you must come up with the two million yuan by tomorrow. Otherwise, we are getting a divorce."
Zhou Shiran, struck hard by his words, couldn't believe him as she stared. "An Jiancheng, you actually want to divorce me?"
"Yes," An Jiancheng nodded hard.
Zhou Shiran's tears began to fall in streams. "You don't really want the two million, you just want to divorce me, don't you? You're just looking for an excuse to divorce me, aren't you?"
An Jiancheng was furious. "If that's how you want to understand it, I have no objections."
"An Jiancheng, how could you be so heartless? I, Zhou Shiran, raised your child alone for so many years, endured being labeled as a homewrecker for your sake, and now I'm cursed by netizens to the point I'm afraid to step outside. Now that I'm ruined, you actually want to divorce me? What am I supposed to do? What about Xueqi?"