Do You Have Anything to Say to Me?
Madam Wei stood stunned for a moment, then went into a fit of mad laughter, "Why be so formal, Gu Jingwen? You've long wanted to divorce me, to make room for that wretched Auntie Yun, right?"
Gu Jingwen's expression remained indifferent. "Exactly, you're not worthy of being the noble wife of the Gu family. Yun'er is a hundred or even a thousand times better than you. I'm determined to make her my rightful wife."
With a command, he ordered, "Bring paper and ink."
Soon, servants brought over paper and ink. Gu Jingwen dipped the pen and began writing the divorce letter.
"What right do you have to divorce me? I've given birth to your children, managed the household, and worked hard, even if there's no credit, there's at least effort," Madam Wei exclaimed madly, rushing to seize the pen from his hand.
"Get away from me. Today, no matter what, I'm divorcing you." Gu Jingwen kicked her down to the ground.