"What do you say?" the man's tone was ice cold, "Gu Nanqiao, you truly are an expert at pretense."
His attitude was extremely poor, and he continued to utter cruel words incessantly.
This feeling of humiliation made Gu Nanqiao tremble uncontrollably, "Don't touch me, get out—"
He would not let her off, cruelly continuing, "On the night of our wedding, you disappeared without reason, and I didn't rest, searching for you all night."
"..."
"Gu Nanqiao, you betrayed me."
It was the greatest torture for her when he vocalized these unbearable past events himself.
Gu Nanqiao was clear in her heart that he hated her, hating her day and night.
She understood the taste of betrayal and might never forgive it in her lifetime.
"I have explained to you," she slightly furrowed her brows, unable to count how many times she had said this, "I don't remember that night, I really don't know what happened."
Fu Lingfeng could so easily wish her dead, but he wasn't satisfied, so he tortured her, finding joy in her pain.
The man watched her pupils contract dramatically, his gaze becoming ever more intense and savage.
There was a moment when he wanted to strangle her.
But if she died, how would he vent his hatred?
Facing such a man, Gu Nanqiao felt somewhat panicked and at a loss, "Let me go..."
"Heh." His voice was icy and sinister, brimming with an unstoppable dominance.
Gu Nanqiao looked at the man before her with bloodshot eyes, feeling all the grievances seemingly rush at her at once.
She almost couldn't help but burst into tears, "Fu Lingfeng, don't force me to hate you."
"Hate?" the man sneered coldly, his face filled with intense coldness, his freezing tone seemingly capable of freezing the surrounding air, "What right do you have to hate me?"
He looked down at her from a height, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.
Her heart was once again thoroughly shattered by his gaze.
Gu Nanqiao knew that in Fu Lingfeng's heart there always remained a grudge; he found her dirty, thus he had never treated her as his wife.
Even today, he had still not gotten over this barrier.
Thinking this, she suddenly trembled inside, a nauseating feeling spreading from the depths of her lungs.
Unable to bear it any longer, Gu Nanqiao pushed him away and leaned over the side of the bed, her expression extremely distressed.
The nausea was intense, yet she couldn't vomit anything because she hadn't eaten that evening.
Only when the nauseous feeling subsided did she start to feel a bit better.
Gu Nanqiao closed her eyes, her eyelashes lightly drooping, her facial expression like a wilting poppy, desolate yet irresistibly alluring.
She sighed softly, "Fu Lingfeng, let's get a divorce."