After saying those words, Wen Meimei turned the doorknob and left; this time, she didn't look back.
Qiao Chengxun stood there stunned, his heart feeling as if it had been violently stripped from his body, the pain spreading throughout him.
Meimei came to see him, not to forgive him, but to ask for a divorce...
The reason she couldn't bring herself to say it was that she had once promised him she would give him a birthday to remember for the rest of his life.
Could it be tomorrow...
Would she ask him for a divorce on his birthday tomorrow?
Damn it, he would never agree!
...
On her way back, Wen Meimei felt utterly dejected, keeping her head leaned against the car window, without even the desire to look at the scenery.
Thinking back to the scene she had just acted out in front of Qiao, the King of Hell, she was more and more impressed with her own acting skills. The performance was so convincing that not aiming for an Oscar would be a waste of her talent.