The words slipped out, cold as ice to the extreme.
There was a pang in Li Zixin's heart, but she still sneered, saying, "What? Are you anxious? Feng Chengxuan, you were my husband twenty-six years ago, and you still are my husband twenty-six years later. In this lifetime, I will never let you go, not even in death! Divorce? We have a son and a daughter, she has nothing, what gives her the right to fight me? Besides, after the divorce, our Li Family will spread the word that you cheated and she's the mistress. Let's see how you can bear to leave under the pressure of the media's constant attention to the affairs of wealthy families!"
These days, Li Zixin has felt pain, has hurt, but upon reflection, she understood deeply the situation she was in. Her marriage was not yet at a dead end; as long as she could hold fast, who could say who would win or lose this battle in the end?
So, she returned with the ferocity of a hunter, pressing forward relentlessly, intensely determined.
