Bai Qianqian's face turned pale as she heard Bai Ruiqing continue, "You're just dreaming!"
"Senior Ruiqing, I don't love you. Even after a hundred years, I still wouldn't love you. Why do you keep forcing this? Does it really make you happy?" Bai Qianqian shook her head.
"Enough, you don't need to say anymore. No matter what you say, unless I die, I won't divorce you! I won't let you and Bai Jingqing be together! Just give up on this idea!" After Bai Ruiqing finished speaking, he stood up, placed a bill on the table, and left.
Bai Qianqian felt as if all her energy had left her. She ran her fingers through her hair. She had already anticipated this result, but she still held onto a sliver of hope and asked him to talk.
In fact, whether it was her or Bai Jingqing, they were still reluctant to give up on him.
Because they still wanted to believe that Bai Ruiqing wasn't inherently bad.
