The man glared at her fiercely. "Qin Yan, we've been husband and wife for over a decade. I've always treated you well. How can you hurt me like this for a man who doesn't care about you at all? Do you have no conscience?"
Qin Yan's face was cold, and though one side was swollen, it didn't detract from her beauty and allure. "I want a divorce."
The man asked her, "Even if I am willing to forgive you this time, you still insist on getting a divorce?"
"Yes."
"Fine, I'll grant you that, but Qin Yan, I hope you won't regret it later," the man said harshly.
"Tomorrow morning, see you at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau," Qin Yan said, then turned and left the place.
The man watched her leaving figure, his expression darkening.
Qin Yan didn't return to the Yan Family but checked into a hotel instead. Holding an ice pack, she was applying it to her face. She had waited too long and didn't want to wait any longer. She could only apologize to the man.
