Gu Siting's large palm, hidden in his trouser pocket, clenched into a fist. He gazed at the woman before him, feeling a sour, swollen sensation in his eyes, and after a long while, he repeated again, "We're breaking up!"
Ming Yao this time didn't ask him anything. She nodded and responded with one word, "Okay."
Upon hearing her answer, Gu Siting's heart felt as if it had been viciously stabbed with a sharp knife.
He closed his bloodshot eyes, finally understanding the feelings she had when she suggested divorce.
Actually, he really wanted her to stay by his side.
But how could someone as proud as she, agree to stay with him with a status that couldn't see the light of day?
Let alone her disagreement, he wouldn't agree to such a thing either.
To become President, he still needed to gradually take control of power into his own hands, until he was no longer controlled by anyone.
He didn't know how long it would take, one year, two years?
Or perhaps even longer.
