"Achen, do you love me?" Her voice was calm, but the vibrato hidden at the end revealed her anxiety and uneasiness.
Feng Lichen frowned, his eyes showing coldness.
"A powerful woman like you who relies on means to get to the top, do you think I will love you?" A rhetorical question that pierced her heart mercilessly.
Mu Qingran smiled pale and weakly, "I said, I was also a victim that night three years ago."
Three years ago, she was tricked into being drugged, but Feng Lichen thought it was premeditated.
Feng Lichen pursed his lips in a very ironic arc, "Aren't you the one who asked for marriage and money from me?"
Mu Qingran paused. She did ask for a large sum of money through her marriage to Feng Lichen.
But that money...
She didn't think about it further, and her fingertips stroked his brow bone, sliding all the way down to his thin lips.
For three years, she had never warmed his cold heart.
This marriage has long existed in name only. What is the meaning of such a life?
Mu Qingran suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and she smiled, as bright as a flower.
"Feng Lichen, let's get a divorce."
