The biggest decision Lin Moran ever made was to marry Qi Zun, staking her entire future on him. The most ruthless decision she ever made was to stain her reputation just to divorce him.
He had lost his memory, and this woman had dared to gamble her happiness by marrying him, yet had never bothered to understand him. All she wanted was a home. At the first sign of trouble, she wanted a divorce. The nerve of her!
There were plenty of women orbiting him. What was so special about Lin Moran, just because her smile was a little more genuine?
She had married him without hesitation, and now she was just as determined to leave, pushing his masculine pride to the limit. So he was furious. She could have a divorce, but only after he put her through hell.
When he had finally worn her down, she stood before him, beautiful and tragic as a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Smiling brightly, she said, “Qi Zun, I can’t have children. That’s reason enough for a divorce, isn’t it? You’re the Qi family’s only heir.”
His heart throbbed with pain, but his smile remained calm. “That’s not a valid reason. I can take care of it.”
