Lin Fan looked at Wei Qingxue: "Are you serious, or is it just drunk talk? Why not wait until you're sober to say it?"
Wei Qingxue said: "Although I've had a bit to drink, I'm very clear-headed. I've decided, Lin Fan, I want a divorce from you."
Lin Fan said: "Why did you suddenly decide this?"
Wei Qingxue said: "Because I like you, Lin Fan, I've realized I've fallen for you."
Originally, she didn't have the courage to say these words. She had never confessed to anyone before, but now with a bit of alcohol courage, she finally said it.
Lin Fan was stunned for a moment: "You like me?"
This damn charm, it really can't be stopped; before he knew it, he had captured another young lady's heart.
However, since the other party was Wei Qingxue, he was still a bit surprised, because when Wei Qingxue married him, her purpose was very clear—it was fake. He thought Wei Qingxue would be quite guarded against him.
