"What should have happened, already happened. Can you just get a divorce by wishing it? Besides, ours is a business marriage," Song Chuyi watched as Changqing fought back her tears and he softened his expression. "But what's important now is that you have to deal with that man downstairs."
"What man?" Changqing was confused.
"Fu Yu."
Changqing suddenly felt like her head could explode. "He came?"
"Yes, and he also found out about our marriage." Song Chuyi cast a sidelong glance at her and snorted. "I couldn't tell his feelings for you were so deep. He even came all the way here, as expected of your childhood sweetheart. You still said he was your neighbor when you were young, your sister's classmate. How long were you going to lie to me?"
Changqing lowered her head in guilt.