Time seemed to stretch on. Though only a few seconds had passed, to Su Qingning it felt like centuries. Yet it wasn't anticipation she felt, but disappointment—even despair.
Su Qingning was truly in despair. How did I offend the heavens to end up married to Lin Xiao?
She knew that soon, Bai Chengfeng would ruthlessly humiliate Lin Xiao, and she, too, would be utterly mortified. Su Qingning suddenly didn't want to stay a moment longer. She was afraid that if she did, she would actually start to cry, and she really didn't want to cry anymore.
"Mom, let's go. Let's just find a hotel," she said.
Seeing her daughter in such despair, Su Qingning's mother felt as if her heart were being sliced by a knife. She truly ached for her daughter. Before marrying Lin Xiao, although she was often oppressed by others, she had never been so publicly disgraced.
Su Qingning's mother nodded. "Qing Ning, divorce him. Really, Mom is begging you!"
