"Nangong Yaoling, we're already divorced! Who I see now is none of your business! What right and position do you have to question me? Does my promiscuity have even half a cent to do with you?!"
Nangong Yaoling's face turned ashen; he was stunned by her retort.
Xia Xiaonuan looked at him standing there dumbfounded, feeling a great sense of satisfaction.
After being oppressed by him for so long, every time he used her status as his wife to force her into doing this and that, now, could she finally turn the tables and sing a song of freedom?
"Nangong Yaoling, wasn't it you who had the lawyer come over this morning? Wasn't it you who proposed the divorce? I've already signed the papers. From now on, we have no relation whatsoever! I'm telling you, I enjoy being promiscuous, I like looking at other men, can you control me?!"
"You—!!" Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his hand. Xia Xiaonuan closed her eyes in fright, but the slap didn't come down.
