She sneaks into the hotel and presses an elegant pistol to his waist as she demands, “Shan Yiquan, do you want me or your life?” Only then does she realize that her slip of the tongue has exposed her identity. She turns away in style and presents him with divorce papers, but he merely arches a brow. With lightning-fast moves, he pulls her into his arms and pins her there. “A marriage decree is no joke. How can you treat it so casually?”
