"How amusing. We're going to divorce in three months, and Mr. Lu does this—don't you find it ridiculous? Are you expecting me to cooperate with you, only to be discarded after three months? Sorry, I'm not someone who comes at your beck and call or leaves at your whim. We can respect and act politely toward each other, put on a show in front of others, but behind closed doors, I hope we keep our distance."
"Done talking?"
His expression appeared calm, yet Qin Miaomiao's heart was pounding, as if she couldn't catch her breath. Suddenly, he pressed her down onto the seat, gripping her wrist with one hand!
"Lu Qing, what do you think you're doing!"
Qin Miaomiao shouted angrily. This man, always lunging at her—it was infuriating, like a wolf. She couldn't stand him at all.
There was still the driver up front; if he saw this, how embarrassing would that be?
