To make Chi Yanchuan fall in love with her, Qing Han catered to his tastes, pretending to be gentle and obedient. She kept it up for five whole years.
She had approached him with an ulterior motive, but to Chi Yanchuan, it was nothing more than a trivial trick.
Qing Han used to wonder what kind of person could ever catch Chi Yanchuan’s eye.
Only later did she learn that all it took was the right face.
When a woman whose face was the spitting image of his departed first love appeared, Qing Han handed him divorce papers. Chi Yanchuan’s expression darkened as he tore up the agreement himself. “Isn’t it a little too late to think about leaving now?”
Qing Han calmly pulled out a spare copy. “It’s too late for you to admit you love me now, too.”
Your love was too short-lived, so I’ll drag you into damnation with me.
