Finally, all patience came to an end.

Song Youran could release all of her dignity and pride.

But she couldn't give up the little life in her stomach.

She looked forward to seeing him for a very long time. In a place that Xie Jingchuan didn't know of, she prayed to have a child that was related to her bloodline.

Just like her long dead parents, they gave her endless warmth and anticipation for her future.

Xie Jingchuan's handsome face darkened as he reached out to pinch her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye, "What did you say?"

Song Youran looked at him and said, "Xie Jingchuan, let's get divorced."

Xie Jingchuan laughed.

He leaned close to her ear. It was clearly a very dubious action, but there wasn't the slightest bit of charm.

Song Youran heard him say coldly, "Don't even think about it."

Everything he did, every word he said, was forcing her to divorce him.

But when she did, he wouldn't.

Xie Jingchuan straightened his body and looked down at her condescendingly. His expression was indifferent, as if a storm was coming in the next moment.

"Song Youran, didn't you say that you want to live with me for the rest of your life?"

His voice was almost cold. "Until the day you die."

The day of the wedding.

She had sworn before God.

Be loyal to him all your life, love him.

Although her one-sided wish was laughable, she spoke with great seriousness, as if there was no other world in this world that was worthy of her persistence.

It didn't matter at all that he didn't want to.

Song Youran was startled, "What about Shi Wei? With me here, she can only be a mistress. Don't you like her? "She was willing to let someone point at her and scold her?"

Xie Jingchuan did not speak.

Song Youran said: "I will go out to clean up and buy. I will give you all of Xie Song's shares."

She took a deep breath, "Don't you always feel that I have made you the laughingstock of the entire Yun City? In the future, I will walk far away. After ten or eight years, probably no one will know that you've ever married me. You are still the Xie Clan's young master, the young master from a hundred year old clan, and you have nothing to do with me, Song Youran. "

She tossed the choice at him, word for word.

It was just like back in the days when they were negotiating in the market and giving out conditions to the other party. Each and every word of his was heart-wrenching as he quickly achieved his goal.

Five years ago.

It was the same when she wanted Xie Jingchuan to marry her.

She listed the benefits one by one and became a Mrs. Xie with high hopes.

It was just that she had forgotten that Xie Jingchuan's gaze was filled with disgust.

Time passed too quickly.

She had polished a person to the point where she no longer had any traces of the past.

Even Song Youran herself had almost forgotten that the first time she saw Xie Jingchuan, she was palpitating with excitement. She was able to easily find him in the crowd and was obsessed with this feeling.

The scariest thing was that she had turned the graceful Xie Jingchuan from before into the unrecognizable man today.

"Song Youran."

Xie Jingchuan said in a low voice, "In your dreams!"

The sound of his voice faded.

He turned and left.

The door was as fragile as their relationship.

The cold night wind blew into the sickroom, causing Song Youran to curl up into a ball.

When she met Xie Jingchuan, he was only fourteen years old.

Her parents' business grew bigger and bigger as they moved to Yun City and transferred her from a normal school to a noble school. Everything was foreign to them.

He was talking about his family background. Just having money was not enough, and he was talking about the nobility.

Her classmates, on the other hand, surprisingly agreed on one thing: Song Youran was the daughter of a nouveau riche.

She was always alone, lonely and proud.

Xie Jingchuan being two years older than her was the dream of all the girls at that time.

Later on, their fates intersected.

Xie Jingchuan always said that his current life was a fruit that Song Youran forced him to get.

However, a long, long time ago.

In the ruins, Song Youran tightly grabbed onto his hand and did not want to let go. She called out his name at the same time until her voice broke and she sobbed.

He was the one who said that he would marry her, that he would like her, that he would always be with her.

At that time, Song Youran, who was gradually losing consciousness, thought: It didn't seem to be bad for her to just die like that.

She just woke up.

She hurriedly returned to Yun City after the accident with her parents and took care of her parents.

After being busy for several days and nights, she still hadn't closed her eyes. She was so exhausted that she didn't even have time to cry.

If she met Xie Jingchuan again, he would have Shi Wei by his side. All the promises he made to her in the ruins that day, he would give them all to that person.

Song Youran didn't mind.

But she didn't dare.

She looked at Xie Jingchuan bringing his beloved to study abroad and receive everyone's blessings. He had completely forgotten about her, the girl who had almost lost her life for him that day.

Who knew that she would still have a chance to force it?

Song Youran became that mad woman who stole the other person's boyfriend. In order to help him, she didn't hesitate to compensate all of her parents' inheritance.

And the attitude of Shi Wei appearing with Xie Jingchuan and letting her beat her child to death.

It made her clearly realize that she had only proven one thing in the past five years —

It was not that he did not like the gentle and virtuous wife, it was just that he did not like someone accompanying him around the clock, nor did he dislike the lamp that was lit for him when he returned in the middle of the night.

He just … I don't like her.

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