“Jiang Yi, sign the papers and get out of the Su family!”
The cold divorce agreement was flung onto the coffee table, its plastic cover making a grating slap.
In the living room, the Su family’s eyes were like poisoned knives, all fixed on Jiang Yi, full of loathing and contempt etched deep into their bones.
For three years of marriage, Jiang Yi had been the Su family’s live-in son-in-law. He did the laundry and cooking, served tea and water, and endured their scolding and abuse. He was treated worse than the Su family’s hired housekeeper.
He slowly raised his eyes to his wife, Su Qinghan, seated across from him. The woman he had loved and patiently endured for three years now wore nothing but cold impatience on her beautiful face. There was not even a trace of affection in her eyes.
“Why?” Jiang Yi’s voice was level, betraying no emotion.
