Chapter 5

Born to Be Tortured, Let’s Divorce

“Ah!” Lin Qingqian exclaimed, and the world turned upside down. An intense dizziness swept over her.

“Lu Yuan, I don’t want to see this zombie face on any screen.” Jiang Yanshen said coldly and carried his wife out of the dressing room.

It was as if he did not hear Li Feifei’s cries behind him.

In the car.

Lin Qingqian’s feet landed on the ground, and the dizziness eased slightly. She raised her hand to open the door, but the door was locked.

“I want to get off!”

The driver didn’t move from his seat, and he just glanced in the rearview mirror.

Jiang Yanshen unbuttoned his suit and said, “Drive.”

The driver immediately started the engine and the car slowly moved off.

Lin Qingqian was so angry by their actions that her chest heaved. She turned to look at the man beside her and repeated, “Jiang Yanshen, I want to get out of the car!”

Jiang Yanshen narrowed his dark eyes. When he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his eyes were filled with displeasure.

“I want to go back to work, so please ask your driver to stop the car immediately!” Lin Qingqian was so angry that smoke was about to ooze from her seven apertures, but she still tried her best to restrain her emotions and did not flare up.

“Work?” The man with thin lips pursed into a straight line finally said, “You take a few thousand yuan every month in salary, but you throw your pride to the ground every day to be trampled on. You call this work?”

His clean and slender fingers pinched Lin Qingqian’s chin. His tone was clearly very soft, but every word was like a poisonous needle pricking Lin Qingqian’s face. “Lin Qingqian, is the wife of me, Jiang Yanshen, too cheap, or are you born to be tortured?”

Lin Qingqian was so angry that she laughed. She wanted to push his hand away, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, so she could only give up. Her lips, which did not have any lipstick on, curled up slightly. “Of course, an ordinary person like me can’t compare to Director Jiang, who can easily conduct business worth tens of millions with just a move of his mouth. Just take it that I’m born cheap and like to exchange my pride for money.”

“If you feel that it’s too embarrasing, just sign the papers and settle the procedures early so that we can be free from each other.”

Jiang Yanshen narrowed his dark eyes, his gaze as sharp as thin paper. “What did you say?”

Lin Qingqian lowered her eyes and met his gaze. A trace of doubt flashed across her heart. Could it be that he didn’t suddenly come back because Madam Jiang had told him about the divorce?

The sudden silence made the car as silent as death.

Although she had practiced this conversation countless times in her heart, facing Jiang Yanshen’s sharp gaze, Lin Qingqian’s heart still trembled slightly, and it was as if there was a fishbone stuck in her throat.

This was the man she valued the most and thought that she could spend the rest of her life with, if possible. She could even feel her heart ache when she thought of him.

Just as Jiang Yanshen’s patience was about to be exhausted, she suddenly said, “Jiang Yanshen, let’s get a divorce.”

Lin Qingqian’s skin was very tender, and any casual touch would leave traces. At this moment, her fair skin had already turned red from being pinched, and it made one want to continue to torture her, leaving all kinds of traces.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yanshen only wanted to place his hand on her slender and pitiful neck and break it ruthlessly.

“Do you know what you’re talking about?” His voice was surprisingly calm, emotionless even.

Lin Qingqian: “Jiang Yanshen, let’s get a divorce.”

She repeated the same words with the same tone. But this time, her voice was even more certain.

He let go of her chin because he was worried that he would not be able to control himself and really strangle her to death. His cold voice trembled as he tried his best to suppress his anger. “Qianqian, if a lie is told too many times, no one will believe it.”

Lin Qingqian’s face suddenly turned pale, and the corners of her mouth curled up with bitterness. “Do you think I’m playing hard to get?”