Chapter 42
42: 42: You Can Only Get Rid of Me When You’re Dead 42: 42: You Can Only Get Rid of Me When You’re Dead An Ruo’s voice became softer and softer as she spoke, these were all her speculations, and she wasn’t certain that she could get everything right.
But one thing she was sure of, Tang Yuchen indeed liked Yun Feixue.
His affection for her was unlike his feelings for any other woman.
It was only after she confirmed this that she dared to take the initiative to ask for a divorce.
“Come here.” Tang Yuchen suddenly lost the smile at the corner of his mouth, his expression darkening.
An Ruo hesitated for a moment, then walked over nervously.
Before she could sit down, he grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.
Her chin was tightly gripped, and An Ruowei frowned, enduring the faint pain.
Tang Yuchen’s face was just inches away; she could see the sharp chill in his eyes.
“Don’t TMD get smart with me!
An Ruo, who do you think you are?
Do you really think you’re my wife?
You’re just a woman I bought with money, even if I don’t want you, you have no right to decide what to do with yourself!
Do you understand what I’m saying?!”
Faced with his rage, An Ruo seemed very calm.
She looked at him and still stubbornly voiced her thoughts, “You don’t love me, and I don’t love you.
You like Yun Feixue, so why don’t you divorce me and marry her?
Young Master Chen, I know that my initiating the divorce hurt your pride.
If you feel uncomfortable inside, I can apologize to you, and you can announce to everyone that you discarded me.
Whatever reason you come up with will be fine, as long as you agree to the divorce.”
Tang Yuchen narrowed his eyes dangerously, emitting a cold aura.
An Ruo cast her eyes down and clenched her hands tightly, boldly demanding, “I just have this one request, please divorce me, will you agree to that?”
Tang Yuchen stared at her coldly, then suddenly sneered, “An Ruo, tell me, how long have you harbored this thought?”
“…”
From the very beginning.
She couldn’t possibly live with him her entire life, so she always looked forward to finding an opportunity to divorce him.
The opportunity just came too fast, so fast that she was caught off guard.
But she had to firmly seize the chance, because she couldn’t endure such a life any longer.
“What if I say I won’t divorce you?” Tang Yuchen asked again.
An Ruo suddenly raised her head, a flash of panic in her eyes.
She had never even considered the possibility that he wouldn’t divorce her.
Just the thought alone made her feel frightened and panicked.
“We…
won’t be happy together…
Young Master Chen, let’s divorce, I’m begging you, divorce me!” She didn’t want to continue leading a life filled with dread and fear any longer.
She wanted her freedom, to live a happy life with Xiao Ji.
So many beautiful thoughts made An Ruo lose her composure; she grabbed his arm and pleaded miserably with him, “As long as you divorce me, I’ll do whatever you want.
If we don’t divorce, I’ll die.
I feel so oppressed here, I want to be free, I want to be happy, otherwise I truly will die…”
“Then go die!” Tang Yuchen suddenly pushed her away, and An Ruo fell clumsily to the carpet, her hair disheveled.
She kept her head down, her soft long hair covering her face, falling to her chest.
Tang Yuchen stood up angrily, his face terrifying and sinister, “An Ruo, I’m telling you, only by dying can you be free of me!
If you really want your freedom, I can grant it to you right now!”
He roughly lifted her up and violently squeezed her neck without reserve.
An Ruo grabbed his hand, her face turning red.