Mo Sichen said, "From the day I married you, I've regretted it endlessly. Other than wanting a divorce, I haven't had a single other thought. If you know what's good for you, be a proper First Lady. If you don't... I'll make you get out tomorrow!"
He really couldn't stand her—willful, unreasonable, and constantly bothering him.
Lately, Mo Sichen had been dealing with his resignation. The delay in his departure was merely to prepare everything properly. Once the remaining tasks were handled, he planned to leave.
He was truly exhausted and wanted to find a peaceful place to relax. Yet, Cheng Qingyan kept showing up to disturb him. He genuinely detested her now and wouldn't show her any mercy.
Cheng Qingyan stared at him angrily, her face full of fury. "You hate me, so you deliberately say the child isn't yours? Do you know how much that hurts me? How can you treat me like this?"
Mo Sichen ignored her and went upstairs directly.
Cheng Qingyan relentlessly followed him upstairs.
