Upon hearing her words, Lu Jingchen suddenly froze, then sneered, "You've just spent one day with that man, and you're already thinking about helping him?"
As he finished speaking, a hint of anger became evident, almost questioning her with clenched teeth.
Song Qiao paused, then smiled at him, the amusement in her eyes deepening bit by bit, yet she spoke casually, "Do whatever pleases you. If you can't bear to part with Zuo Yuqing, divorce me and marry her directly. Isn't that simple?"
The man's expression immediately grew even darker, as if a storm was about to break, his grip around her waist tightened, his gaze narrowed, and he placed his head on her shoulder, breathing softly against her exposed neck, speaking with a taunting sneer, "I didn't realize, Song Qiao, you've become so generous, sharing your husband with another woman now."
