Gu Nanqiao looked on coldly, knowing that he still wanted revenge. "We will be getting a divorce soon, and then we will be strangers, Fu Lingfeng, you know this better than I do."
"But we're not divorced yet, are we?" he sneered back, a ferocious look suddenly appearing in his eyes, making it clear he wouldn't give in today. "As long as I don't sign, this marriage still exists, you are still my woman, and no one can take you away."
This obsession had seeped into his flesh and bones, deeply ingrained, indelible.
The buttons on his white shirt were undone one by one, and Fu Lingfeng's figure was impeccable. If one were only to look at this scene, it could be quite enjoyable.
But the pervasive smell of blood in the car spoiled this aesthetic completely.