The woman who made Mu Shiyan fall in love at first sight was about to marry someone else. Desperate to win her over, he stopped at nothing to force her into marrying him. After they successfully got their marriage license, guilt and insecurity made him keep his distance, but all he got in return was a divorce agreement. Su Zhimian exploded, roaring, “You insisted on marrying me, and now you want me to live like a nun? What did I ever do to you in my past life for you to treat me like this!”
Three years of Mu Shiyan’s secret love and two years of marriage still hadn’t warmed her heart. Just as he was about to sign the divorce agreement, Su Zhimian strode over, snatched it from him, and tore it to shreds.
“Mu Shiyan, are you made of wood?”
“I’m lying in your bed, and you want us to sleep separately!”
“I put my pride aside and tried to seduce you, and you treated me like a three-year-old who didn’t know how to get dressed!”
“I tried every which way to see if we could take things further, and all you did was back away, again and again! You’re practically leaving the human race!”
“I thought you didn’t like me, but then I found out you’ve been secretly keeping a diary about me. What you wrote was completely backwards, with right and wrong all mixed up!”
“What part of me says I don’t like you? What secret crush? Huh? Do you know slander is against the law, Mu Shiyan?”
Mu Shiyan stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. After a long pause, he finally asked, “So we’re not getting divorced?”
Su Zhimian was so furious she nearly burst a blood vessel. “We are! Of course we are! You can compensate me with everything the Mu family owns!”
“Do I have to compensate you with myself, too?”
