C4 Dont Even Think about Getting a Divorce!

He had always looked down on her. Why did she foolishly cling to him until now?

"Hey!"

"Ye Suhee, head to the Civil Affairs Bureau now. I have a meeting this afternoon and won't have time to divorce you!"

His voice was as cold and impatient as ever.

Each word pierced her heart like a series of sharp knives.

"Did you hear that? Mr. Yu is telling you to divorce him!"

Murong Yu's voice boomed, so loud that even Ye Sunuan, standing to the side, heard every word. A look of uncontrollable excitement and joy spread across her face, oblivious to Ye Suhee's dark and angry expression.

Somehow mustering the courage, Ye Suhee yelled into the phone, "Murong Yu, listen to me, I'm not going through with this divorce! Whether you love me or not, I refuse to let you be with Ye Sunuan. Dream on!"

"What did you say?" Before Murong Yu could reply, Ye Sunuan's face turned ashen. She clutched Ye Suhee's hand, asking in disbelief, "How dare you speak to me like that!"

"Back off!" Ye Suhee shoved Ye Sunuan away and laughed coldly into the phone, "So, you want to be with Ye Sunuan? Well, I'm telling you now, I won't let you succeed. In fact, I've stopped loving you a long time ago. I'm going to cling to the title of Mrs. Murong until I'm old and dying. Even if I decay and stink, you can forget about being with Ye Sunuan!"

Trembling with rage, Ye Suhee's face turned ghostly pale. She hung up the phone and fixed her cold gaze on the woman standing beside her, her face a mask of shock. "Was that clear enough for you? Ye Sunuan, you'll never be with Murong Yu. Never!"

"Enough, what are you doing?"

Ye Shengcheng's voice cut through the tension as he appeared at the doorway. Ye Suhee's fury subsided, and she turned to face him, a well of grievances swelling in her heart.

But as Ye Shengcheng approached, he unexpectedly delivered a harsh slap across her face.

The slap resonated with a crisp "smack," and before Ye Suhee could even react, she was sent sprawling to the floor.

A stench of blood filled the air. Ye Suhee frowned as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

"Dad?"

Ye Suhee looked up at the man, his face twisted in anger. She couldn't fathom what she had done to deserve this.

"Dad, you're finally back. You must have heard what my sister said. She vowed to keep me from Mr. Yu for the rest of my life!"

Upon seeing Ye Shengcheng, Ye Sunuan clung to him like a lifeline, her small face quickly becoming streaked with tears.

"You know how much I adore Mr. Yu. It's so unfair of her to do this! And she even got physical with me just now, nearly knocking me to the floor."

"There, there, my dear daughter. Daddy's here to make things right. Don't worry."

With a tender pat on Ye Sunuan's back, Ye Shengcheng turned his stern gaze to Ye Suhee, who was seated on the ground.

"I can't believe you're as disgraceful as your mother! Listen to me, you must divorce Murong Yu, or you can forget about ever coming back to the Ye family!"

They were united, a true family. And her—what was she?

Ye Suhee slowly rose from the ground, wiping away the blood from her mouth. Her expression turned icy calm, and as she lifted her gaze, her dark, distinct eyes showed a hint of turbulence.

"You can insult me, but leave my mother out of it."

Her voice was steady and unflinching, carrying a weight that seemed to grip Ye Shengcheng's heart.

Unable to meet her gaze, Ye Shengcheng turned away, scoffing, "Hmph, you're cut from the same cloth. Why shouldn't I scold you both?"