The Warlord's Cherished Wife: She Wants a Divorce

He said, “Ning Wan, a woman like you is fit only to be a concubine.” So I hid my pregnancy and left him divorce papers. Five years later, I stepped off a cruise ship holding my son's hand, escorted by the biggest industrialist in North China. A reporter asked, “Will Mr. Shen remarry?” He pushed through the crowd and shouted, “Ning Wan, the child you took with you back then... is he my son?” The man in gold-rimmed glasses smiled and put an arm around my shoulders. “Governor Rong, allow me to remind you: page six of the divorce papers you signed makes that very clear.”