What does it feel like to be a thief for the first time?
At least, Su Ziyu’s current feeling is probably even more intense than a model youth’s first time stealing!
During the time Li Qianfan fled into the restroom, Su Ziyu at least eighteen times considered escaping.
She’d run home and threaten Li Qianfan, swearing him to absolute secrecy.
Otherwise, someone would die—
Yet, she was too proud to run.
After all, she was the one who took the initiative, using an extremely domineering attitude to "kidnap" Li Qianfan here.
Tonight, she had to make this a done deal!
If she fled now in disgrace, how could she ever face him again?
What’s more!
Her "little husband" looked ten thousand times more nervous and scared than she was.
"I'm older than him, I need to be decisive and take him down. Whether he gets tired of me later is a problem for another day."
Just as Su Ziyu finally made up her mind, her phone chimed.
She desperately needed something else to distract her and ease her tension, so she quickly opened it.
Then she saw the message Li Qianfan had sent.
"Why is he sending me this kind of message?"
Su Ziyu froze, then realized there were unread messages in her family group chat as well.
She opened it—
Boom!
Su Ziyu felt her head spin.
Li Qianfan hadn't just sent her that message, he'd sent it to the family group chat!
Immediately, Su Ziyu’s instinct told her: "Your little husband is mass-broadcasting this message!"
She didn't know how long her head was spinning, but Su Ziyu gradually came to her senses.
Then she saw three new messages.
Aran’s Mother, Old Su, and Little Secretary Zeng Ting.
All three of them were also good friends with Li Qianfan.
Aran’s Mother: "Old bachelor, go for it! Mother fully supports your overbearing behavior. But you must learn to be gentle!"
Old Su: "Daughter, composure, composure!"
Zeng Ting: "Dean Su, you're too fierce, I admire you!"
If only these three people knew, Su Ziyu might have remained calm.
But Li Qianfan had sent it to everyone!
He was not only friends with Dai Paipai and others, but he also had dozens of people in his work group.
Especially in his WeChat, there was Su Ziyu’s mother-in-law, whom she had never met!
What would her mother-in-law think upon receiving her son's "distress signal"?
What would she think of Su Ziyu!?
Su Ziyu instantly felt she had no face left to live.
She raised her hand and slammed the door again, forcefully. The door opened.
She lunged forward, grabbed Li Qianfan’s collar, and trembling, asked that question, her eyes welling up with mist.
"Ah?"
Li Qianfan was stunned: "I, I mass-sent it?"
Ignoring the fact that Su Ziyu was gripping his collar, he quickly lowered his head and opened his phone.
Then—
The signal outside the restroom was even better.
The chiming of message notifications became incessant.
Aran’s Mother: "Qianfan, for the harm Ziyu has caused you, Mother will repay you a hundredfold in the future."
Old Su: "Beloved son-in-law, since you can’t resist, why not lie down and enjoy it?"
Zeng Ting: "Li Qianfan, you must be completely obedient to Dean Su, listen to her every word, and absolutely do not resist!"
Mo Hongti: "Little brother, don't be afraid! Send your coordinates, Sister will fly on her horse to save you from the depths of despair!"
War God Mom: "From now on, never tell anyone you are the son of Li Xiao and Li Wujiang!"
Newly added friend Yun Shen: "Do you need me to call the police for you?"
Li Chenyang: "Young Master, I have no experience with this, truly helpless."
Ye Tianjiao: "Qianfan, remember to take the initiative!"
Li Bei: "Namo Amitabha Buddha."
Work group: "Sit in a row and eat melons! Secretary Li, live broadcast please!"
And finally, Paipai Boss: "Dad, are you envious of me?"
Fortunately—
Besides these people, Li Qianfan’s father and other members of the Li family were not on the phone he used after escaping the wedding.
Otherwise, it would have been a massive disaster!
Li Qianfan, with a blank expression, instinctively scrolled through the messages when he suddenly heard faint sobbing.
He blinked and looked up.
Su Ziyu had let go of him at some point and was now sitting on the floor by the bed, her head lowered, her shoulders trembling rapidly.
She had been looking at the messages while Li Qianfan was scrolling through them.
When she saw her mother-in-law’s reply to Li Qianfan, her spirit completely collapsed.
Su Ziyu could grit her teeth and be ruthless about other people's reactions to Li Qianfan's message.
But what about her mother-in-law, whom she hadn't met yet?
What would her mother-in-law think of Su Ziyu, knowing that she was about to force herself on her son?
She would surely think she was a shameless old woman!
Li Qianfan’s jaw twitched several times.
He thought of a word.
Retribution.
It must have been because God couldn't stand Li Qianfan treating Zhao Lianjin the way he did, that He made his hand slip and send a mass message.
The great mistake had been made—
Li Qianfan genuinely wanted to slap himself, but he sighed softly and slowly walked over to Su Ziyu.
Su Ziyu had stopped her quiet sobbing.
But she still kept her head down, motionless.
"Wife, I'm sorry."
Li Qianfan sat down, reached out to take her small hand, and confessed with a hoarse voice.
Su Ziyu's small hand was ice-cold.
But the words she spoke were even colder: "Little husband, let's get a divorce."
Huh?
Li Qianfan’s eyes widened abruptly, and he blurted out, "What?"
"I said,"
Su Ziyu raised her head, her gaze towards him regaining its usual sharpness: "Let's get a divorce. I'm probably not worthy of you. I don't want to live in inferiority for the rest of my life. And I disdain to grovel and fawn over you forever just to please you."
Li Qianfan just stared at her foolishly.
She quietly met his gaze, her eyes unwavering.
Li Qianfan could see that she meant it.
And for the first time, he learned that his proud, black-belt wife had always felt inferior to him.
Her inferiority—
Stemmed from the fact that she was a full five years older than Li Qianfan.
And it was also related to Ning Xiaolan’s constant support of him to help her "keep" Li Qianfan.
"Tonight, you should stay at the hotel."
It took a full minute and a half before Su Ziyu shifted her gaze, slowly stood up, and said in a low voice, "Tomorrow morning, let's meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau."
She stood up, stumbled slightly, but quickly regained her balance.
Then she quickly walked to the door, put on her shoes, and opened it.
She had been gone for a long time. Li Qianfan took out a cigarette.
After taking a deep drag, he coughed violently.
He knew.
The message he’d accidentally mass-sent was like a knife, a mountain.
The knife.
It cruelly peeled away Su Ziyu's seemingly indifferent and tough exterior.
The mountain.
It ruthlessly crushed Su Ziyu's dignity as a young woman!
She was in great pain.
Her instinct was to flee!
If Li Qianfan had grabbed her at that moment, she would have only offered the fiercest resistance.
"How did a simple matter turn into this?"
As Li Qianfan stubbed out the thirteenth cigarette butt on the ground, he realized the sky outside had completely darkened.
During the time he was lost in smoking, his phone kept chiming with notifications and multiple calls.
Strangely.
Li Qianfan hadn't heard any of it.
When he picked up his phone, it "timely" ran out of battery.
Then.
Li Qianfan heard a knock on the door.
"Ziyu is back!"
Li Qianfan's eyes lit up. He jumped up from the floor and rushed to the door.
He flung the door open and blurted out, "I knew you wouldn't divorce me."
Then, the smile on his face froze.
There was indeed a girl standing outside the door.
But it wasn't Su Ziyu.
It was Mo Hongti.
"Little brother, are you okay?"
Mo Hongti's face was filled with concern.
But her eyes were full of barely suppressed joy.
The words Li Qianfan had blurted out after opening the door made her want to stomp her feet and shout: "Just as I predicted! After his message was mass-sent, Su Ziyu's pride was severely wounded, and she wanted a divorce. He's now alone and at his most vulnerable. I've come at the right time! I've come at the right time!"