Little President's Wife's outburst failed to get her the result she wanted. In her eyes, the "husband" who was merely part of a "family political assignment" was only sixteen, yet he showed no unease.
He maintained the same indifference he had shown all along, then said a name—the name of her current boyfriend. They had even been together during the day! She began to feel a little frightened and forced herself to hold on, merely widening her eyes as she stared at him. This was also one of her usual tricks.
Neither admitting nor denying anything—just staring!
The Little President met her gaze without the slightest hint of cowardice. "Although I know our marriage has a great deal of political coloring, it's more like a political assignment."
"But before the wedding, including during the wedding itself, I was still looking forward to it."
"I thought it might be my first and last wedding in this life."
"I would have an unfamiliar wife whom I might come to love in the future, and who might come to love me. I would do something for this family."
"But after learning what you did, all of this makes me sick!"
The Little President had received an excellent education. On top of that, after his father's death, his mother had always dominated his life and studies.
This made the Little President less rough and impulsive than certain other boys. Perhaps someone else would already have started throwing punches by now.
Yet he was still able to maintain a certain degree of calm. It might look a little weak, but it was also a display of rationality.
Violence could not solve any problems.
The Little President said, without looking particularly fierce, "I want a divorce. I'm sorry, but I can't accept your life!"
She had