Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At this point Qiao Lian had no idea how the people in the meeting room were reacting to the situation. She had dragged Shen Liangchuan into her office and once inside, she had quickly turned around and banged the door shut, locking it.

Only then did she let out a deep breath, although she still looked a little frantic.

Shen Liangchuan’s gaze darkened.

Was she that afraid of letting others know about their relationship?

His lips curled slightly upwards in mockery, and a cold laughter resounded deep in his heart.

He noted that she eyed him cautiously as she asked, “Mr Shen, what brought you here?

Mr Shen…

She was keeping him at arm’s length, even in the way she addressed him. Her defences were up.

The way she resisted him caused him to feel a sharp pain in his heart, as though a dagger had been plunged into it.

He stared at her, thinking about how she had been talking and laughing when she had walked into the room. It was as if their divorce had had no impact on her at all.

Then again…

She had no feelings for him. Why would she feel any sadness?

Shen Liangchuan clenched his fist in an attempt to quell his own anger, but it was quickly triggered again by her expression and choice of words.

Suppressing the irritation and frustration he was feeling, he asked her, “Why? Now that you’ve got money, you can afford to burn this bridge?”

Burning bridges?

Qiao Lian pursed her lips tightly and chose to ignore his sarcastic remark.

Some words were better left unsaid.

She took in a deep breath before saying, “So are you here to discuss our divorce?”

These words caused his pupils to shrink again.

He suddenly straightened himself and walked towards her, taking one deliberate step at a time. His large and tall frame closed in on her and blocked the light. Qiao Lian’s body stiffened before his imposing presence, as though a formidable enemy was approaching.

For every step that he took forward, Qiao Lian was forced to retreat, until at last she felt her back hit the cold wall—it was a dead end.

He raised his arms, rested his hands on the wall on both sides and looked at her.

His delicate features were even more impactful and perfect up close.

A pair of oriental phoenix eyes, a straight nose bridge and… those thin lips.

They say that people with such thin lips tend to be inconstant in love, but when they made the decision to commit, it was for life.

On that thought, she felt her heart contract with dull pain.

Indeed, his exclusive relationship had been his first love. She, on the other hand, had been left with fickleness and inconstancy.

She froze at the thought of this, which gave her a sudden surge of courage. The woman who had been trembling with fear just a moment ago all of a sudden straightened her back and steadily held his gaze.

Then she heard him say with his eyes half-shut, “What right have you got to discuss a divorce with me?”

What right?

Qiao Lian clenched her fist.

Yes, she had a lowly background and had little money. But these were no reason for him to defile her body!

In his eyes, only his first love was human; she, on the other hand, was nothing!

She lowered her gaze as she thought about all these things and said in an icy tone, “Mr Shen, may I remind you that after two years of separation, either of us can file for a divorce?”

Shen Liangchuan could no longer contain his anger when he heard this.

He had been nothing but good to her. But this woman… how could she be this heartless?

Two years of separation… considered divorced…

How could she speak such words?

He tightly clenched his jaw as he looked at her. Determination was written all over her face, there was no turning back.

He laughed derisively all of a sudden. “Qiao Lian, I’ll make sure you come crying to me.”

He had let her go eight years ago. After all this time, she still had not made amends for her own mistakes.

This time even if he had to turn into the devil itself, he would take her down with him to hell!