Three years after their wedding, Lu Ying filed for divorce.
The man, his long phoenix eyes lazy and posture careless, said,
“Just because I accompanied her to the hospital and not you?”
Lu Ying: “Yes.”
“Fine,” he replied nonchalantly. “Then I won’t accompany her anymore.”
Lu Ying: “I’m leaving with nothing.”
The unruly glint in his eyes vanished in an instant. Like a panther, he grabbed the hand she had used to sign the divorce papers.
“You chased me for twenty years, Princess Lu. You think you can really leave me now?”
Lu Ying calmly replied, “No one is truly indispensable to another.”
—
Jin Beizhou would sooner believe the earth could spin backward than believe Lu Ying would ever leave him.
Since she was five, she’d stuck to him like a shadow—so much that no girl dared come near him, so much that he never even had the chance to date.
But in their third year of marriage, Lu Ying wanted a divorce.
Jin Beizhou scoffed.
Until he saw the curve of her pregnant belly—her indifferent facade shattering in a heartbeat.
Lu Ying brushed his hand away. “The baby’s not yours.”
Jin Beizhou’s eyes turned bloodshot. “Don’t you dare spout that bullshit!”
“Don’t fight me for it,” Lu Ying said. “If the baby doesn’t belong to me, I’ll abort it immediately.”
From then on, for countless days, Jin Beizhou shattered all his pride and begged her:
“Don’t say things like that… the baby can hear you. I’ll do anything, just please, don’t abandon it.”
—
Turns out, the one who truly couldn’t let go… was him all along.
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