"Mom, you didn't say that before." Lin Yaru was furious—angry that her mother refused to support her, and even more furious that she was belittling her.
"Before, I was biting off more than I could chew. Now, I know my limits." Li Axiu poked Lin Yaru in the forehead. "Yaru, putting aside the fact that Jing Si isn't interested in you—he's a married man."
"He can get a divorce," Lin Yaru said, as if it were a given.
"A divorce? Do you honestly think it's realistic for Qin Mei to divorce Jing Si?" Li Axiu asked.
"They don't have any real feelings for each other. A divorce is only a matter of time. As long as we throw a wrench in the works, it will only speed up the process." The more Lin Yaru thought about it, the closer her hopes seemed to being realized.
