Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (19)

Lin Qiuchi had clearly not been a fool, either, if she had managed to thrive in literary circles. She immediately understood what he meant.

Her expression turned somewhat ugly. She pulled free of Zhang Ruohan's hand and said softly, "Ruohan, I still have something to do, so I'll be leaving first."

"Chairman Zhang, Qiu Ci will take her leave." With that, she did not linger for even a moment and quickly left.

"Qiu Ci!"

Zhang Ruohan hurried after her. When he reached the hall entrance, he turned around and glared furiously at Su Qiao:

"Don't tell me any of this nonsense. I only came back today to kindly inform you and let you prepare yourself mentally."

Beneath her veil, Su Qiao curled her lips in ridicule and said nonchalantly:

"As far as I know, the government has recently enacted new marriage laws. If there is a marriage certificate—especially an official one—the other party must sign their consent before the marriage can be dissolved."

I simply won't sign. What can you do to me?

Without ten or twenty thousand silver dollars, don't even think about regaining your freedom.

That's right. I'm just this shameless.

Just this vulgar.

"You...?"

Zhang Ruohan had not expected this country bumpkin to know even that, and he was momentarily rendered speechless.

Enraged and humiliated, he shouted bitterly, "Big Brother, I'm moving out. I won't ever come back to this family again!"

Su Qiao's expression did not change.

Heh. You make it sound as if you've ever come back a few times before.

To him, Zhang Mansion was like a hotel. He came back whenever he felt like it and stayed for a day or two, yet he still had the nerve to say that.

"Stop!"

Su Qiao did not care, but Zhang Jingyu was his biological