On the Day We Divorced, My Spoiled Husband Cried That I Didn't Love Him

When Lu Jiangfeng woke up, his memories had returned to two years ago. Clutching his head, he looked around. The first thing he said was: “Dad! You could beat me to death today, and I still wouldn't marry Luo Shuran!” The Marquis of Zhenping and his wife scrambled to cover their son's mouth. “Stop talking! What if your wife hears you?” His page, Yuanbao, shook his head so frantically he seemed to blur. “Young Master, don't, don't... don't do anything rash!” The marquis's second daughter, Lu Qiumian, looked gleeful at his misfortune. “Give me two hundred taels! Otherwise, I'll go tell my sister-in-law!” One of his disreputable friends rubbed his hands together and asked with a sly grin, “Brother Lu, do you mean it? When are you and sister-in-law getting divorced? Can I marry her?” Lu Jiangfeng was completely dumbfounded...