Ye Jinyu felt an icy chill in her heart, "A fake divorce?"
Wen Xingye admired his own cleverness and quick wit, even his speech sped up, "Yes, a fake divorce. We'll put on an act for your dad to see. We'll get a divorce certificate, you show it to your dad, and once I get the compensation, we'll remarry."
"So, you want to divorce me? Didn't you just say you'd rather die than divorce me?"
"Jinyu, did you not understand what I said? I'm talking about a fake divorce, it's all fake."
"A fake divorce won't fool my dad; he isn't as brainless as I am."
"You see, you still didn't understand me. I said we're going to get a divorce certificate, the kind with the stamp from the Civil Affairs Bureau."
"That's not a real divorce?"
"The divorce certificate is real, but our divorce is fake, it's just acting. After I get the compensation, we'll remarry and it'll be like we never divorced."
Ye Jinyu almost wanted to laugh, but she really couldn't.