You Wanted Freedom, So I Granted You Eternal Freedom

Su Wanqing, sent flying by the slap, crashed heavily onto the arena.

Half her face burned with searing pain.

When she raised a hand to touch it, her fingertips met a swollen palm print.

That slap turned the trace of grievance in her heart into raging fury.

Why?!

She only wanted to break free from the marriage contract forced upon her. What had she done wrong?!

Why did she have to suffer such a calamity?!

Su Wanqing viciously raised her head, about to speak.

But the instant she met those eyes, an even greater fury stunned her still.

Qin Wangchuan was looking down at her.

The rage in those eyes was fiercer and more violent than her own!

As though he wanted to burn her, flesh and bones alike, to ashes!

Slap.

Another slap.

This strike was incredibly heavy, sending blood flying.

Su Wanqing was sent rolling far away.

Qin Wangchuan walked toward her step by step and stopped before her.

"Were you wrong?"

"No. No."

"You wanted to sever the old shackles of the past, escape a marriage forced upon you, and gain freedom."

"No problem. Those are all your own affairs."

As he spoke, he bent down and brought his face closer, close enough for her to see the roiling fury in his eyes.

"But you—"

"Why did you drag someone else into this?!"

His furious roar rang through the clouds.

On the high platform, Su Heling saw his daughter in such a state and instinctively took a step forward.

Mo Yan immediately raised a hand to stop him.

Mo Yan shot him a sidelong glance.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Worthy nephew..." Su Heling's voice tightened. "If this continues, Wanqing will be beaten to death."

"Don't do anything foolish."

Mo Yan cut him off sternly, his