C9 (1/2)

”Say something!” Song Qiting was furious as he pinched both of Tang Zhen's cheeks.

Tang Zhen endured the pain, closing his eyes and not looking at him.

Song Qiting let out a cold laugh, and his gloomy and cold voice sounded beside Tang Zhen's ears: ”Say what you like about me. Tang Zhen, do you take me for a fool to play around with?!”

Tang Zhen's heart ached. So it turned out that he had never believed in his own love.

”Is it because of Gu Yun? Because of him? ”

”What did you say!” Tang Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, ”Yu Yifei said that?”

Tang Zhen was only angry, but in Song Qiting's eyes, it turned into anger from embarrassment.

”Tang Zhen, you are truly despicable! Others might not want you anymore, but you must come over and throw yourself into my arms. Do you think I'm a trash recycle bin!? ” Song Qiting's eyes were scarlet red, he looked like he wanted to strangle Tang Zhen to death.

”Yeah, I'm just that cheap, aren't you still going to marry me?” Tang Zhen said as he stretched his neck. Song Qiting had never believed in her, but Yu Yifei's few words had made him speak maliciously to her.

”Very good, Tang Zhen, we will get a divorce tomorrow!” Song Qiting said as he stood up.

”No!” Tang Zhen's heart skipped a beat and grabbed Song Qiting's hand. If they were divorced, it would mean that the rest of the inheritance would no longer be hers, and her grandmother would not be able to receive good treatment.

Song Qiting never thought that Tang Zhen would pull him, and with that, he pounced on Tang Zhen once again. The two of them looked at each other, and the soft sensation of their bodies made Song Qiting narrow his eyes.

”Tang Zhen, you want to seduce me?”

”Whatever you think, but I'm not going to get a divorce.” Tang Zhen looked straight at Song Qiting, his tone firm.