“Let's get a divorce.” Yin Yisheng felt like she'd fallen into a trap someone had set for her, and firmly made her demand.
“No. I don't agree.” Gu Yuan closed in on her step by step.
“But it's written in black and white in the contract. I want a divorce.” Yin Yisheng argued her case.
“Contract? There's no such thing.” Young Master Gu gave her a sly smile.
“You... you're nothing but a scoundrel... Don't come any closer!” She retreated again and again.
Young Master Gu flashed a wicked smile and wrapped an arm around his petite wife’s waist. “No, I'm not a scoundrel. I'm your husband.”
