"You..."
Wen Siyuan suddenly stood up, his usually cold and composed face now completely shattered. Disgust filled his eyes as he squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "You shameless!"
"That's right, I am shameless, but what can you do about it?"
Su Man grew even more triumphant, her heart swelling with the thrill of revenge: "You still want to divorce me?"
Wen Siyuan's fists clenched tightly, his lips trembling from anger at Su Man.
"I'll be waiting. Once you've made up your mind, let's go handle the divorce papers."
Leaving those words behind, Su Man turned and left, feeling utterly relieved.
Ha! Now she really wanted to see which one of them didn't want the divorce!
In the moment she turned her back on Wen Siyuan, a cold sneer curled at the corner of Su Man's mouth.
Watching the woman in front of him—his wife in name—walk out of the study, Wen Siyuan slammed his fist on the desk.
Damn it!
