Deliberate Favoritism

After five years of marriage, Ye Wanwan had become a laughingstock. Cheng Muchen grew more and more brazen, and flung a divorce agreement in front of her. “Divorce!” Ye Wanwan replied, “Fine by me!” After that day, Cheng Muchen seemed like a different person. He stopped appearing in gossip headlines, and even the entire secretarial team was replaced with men. He was so virtuous, you’d think he had sworn off love for good. At the Civil Affairs Bureau, Cheng Muchen admitted he was wrong. “Honey, I’m sorry. Can we please not get divorced?” Ye Wanwan lifted her chin, her red lips parting. “No. We’re getting divorced, one way or another! If you won’t sign, we’ll settle it in court. Do as you see fit, Young Master Cheng!”