"Young Master Rong, please take back such an honor. I don't want to carry the title of Mrs. Rong for even a second longer. Let's get a divorce."
An Ruoxue wore a forced, lifeless smile on her fair and pretty face as she looked at Rong Che and spoke.
Rong Che stood up and strode toward her.
*Gulp.*
Seeing him approach, An Ruoxue swallowed hard and took a nervous step back. But her apartment was genuinely tiny; the moment she retreated, her back hit the wall. A jolt of panic shot through her, and she inwardly cried out that she was done for.
With nowhere left to run, was she about to be strangled to death by Uncle Rong?
Rong Che closed the distance, planted a strong arm heavily against the wall, and trapped An Ruoxue's slender figure directly in his embrace.
"An Ruoxue, I'll warn you one more time: divorce is on my terms. Until I'm done using you, until I'm sick of you, don't even *think* about running away."
His domineering, arrogant, and icy voice cut through the air like a winter gale, blowing straight into the depths of An Ruoxue's heart.
In that second, she felt as though her very heart was about to freeze solid.
Rong Che—this man was truly, ruthlessly merciless.
Chapter 125