For the sake of her fake young master, my wife personally sent me to a dark, freezing prison.
Three years later, I was released. She stood there holding our daughter, looking me up and down with disdain, and said coldly:
“Su Jing, how dare you hurt Ah Han? Do you know you were wrong now?”
“If you don't admit it, I don't mind personally sending you back to prison.”
Our daughter clung affectionately to the fake young master's arm and huffed in displeasure:
“Hurry up and kneel down and apologize to Uncle Xiaohan, or I won't call you Dad anymore.”
“I don't want a dad who's been in prison!”
I looked at the wife I had once loved and the daughter I had cherished, then laughed coldly.
“Let's get divorced!”
“This time, I want nothing to do with my cheating wife or my ungrateful daughter.”
