"Why must we wait until An Xueqi gets married? Even if we're not together, I'll find a pretty decent husband for An Xueqi," An Jiancheng swore.
Zhou Shiran smiled bitterly, tears flowing relentlessly. "Xueqi has already been in prison. If we divorce again, how will people see our family, see the children? If we're a family, won't it sound better?"
An Jiancheng didn't argue further; there was some truth to her words.
"An Ning... is already married, and she married well. But our Anqi is now miserable. Jiancheng, I promise I'll set you free and let you return to Cheng Yujie, but please don't be so impatient. Give me some more time, could you?"
An Jiancheng looked at her coldly, sighing deeply. "I won't live with you anymore. Let's sleep in separate rooms from now on."
"Suit yourself," Zhou Shiran said through gritted teeth.
With that, An Jiancheng walked into the room and moved his belongings to the study.
