No Shipping, No Baiting, No Matchmaking: Miss Xu Is All About Her Career Now

On their fifth wedding anniversary, Zhou Minxing brought a young woman home. He even had all his friends call her sister-in-law right in front of his wife. Afraid he was taking things too far, his friends hurried to tell Xu Qinglan that he was drunk and urged him to apologize. Zhou Minxing only sneered. “What are you afraid of? Ask her if she dares make a scene with me.” Before the words had even left his mouth, the wedding photo she had once treasured smashed against his shoulder and shattered on the floor. “Zhou Minxing, let’s get divorced.” She took off her wedding ring and tossed it into the trash. “Remember, this time I’m the one who doesn’t want you!” Zhou Minxing scoffed. “You said it. Don’t go crazy with regret later!” But in the end, he was the one who went crazy with regret. “Qinglan, please come back, okay?” Then a low, breathless voice came through the phone: “Mr. Zhou, stop acting crazy and calling my wife in the middle of the night!”