Li Zecheng, who had returned in low spirits, did not expect an even greater blow to come.
He had just returned home when he saw two large suitcases piled up at the door. Wei Xin was waiting for him on the sofa with her youngest son in her arms.
Li Zecheng was slightly stunned. "Wei Xin, what are you doing? Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were going on a trip?"
Wei Xin looked at him coldly. Her gaze was no longer as passionate as before. Perhaps it was because she had gotten Li Zecheng that she realized that this man was not as good as she had imagined.
"I want to divorce you," she said flatly.
"Are you crazy?" Li Zecheng thought she was joking. After all, Wei Xin had put in a lot of effort to be with him. He did not believe that she could really bear to part with him.
Wei Xin's expression was cold and her gaze was firm. "I'm not joking with you."
