Sitting in the car, neither of them spoke at first.
Chu Xi's face was stretched tight like a drumhead, clearly furious at Jiangli's words.
Zhou Yiran stole glances at him several times.
"Yiran—"
Chu Xi, catching Zhou Yiran's gaze from the corner of his eye, looked even more solemn than before, but above that was disappointment and confusion, "You don't believe that madman's words, do you?"
Zhou Yiran had yet to speak.
Chu Xi then said, "You want to divorce me?"
Zhou Yiran immediately said, "How could that be?" She stated decisively, "Whether the Abbot's words are true or not, I don't know, but even if what she said is true, I still won't divorce you, husband, don't overthink it."
Hearing this, Chu Xi's expression eased somewhat.
Zhou Yiran reached out and patted the back of his hand.