"She's your sister-in-law, and you dared to climb into her bed?!"
"Divorce, now!"
Inside the Su family villa, a tall, cold, and beautiful woman angrily threw a divorce agreement at a young man.
Outside the door, a petite, innocent-looking beauty was sobbing, looking utterly pitiful.
The man was Xiao Li, the woman opposite him was his wife, Su Qingrou, and the woman outside the door was his sister-in-law, Su Liya.
Ten minutes earlier, Su Liya had asked Xiao Li to help her move a bed in her room.
Xiao Li didn't think much of it and went into the room to help. However, Su Liya pinned him down on the bed, and Su Qingrou happened to see them.
Su Liya insisted that Xiao Li had tried to assault her.
No matter how Xiao Li explained, Su Qingrou wouldn't listen and insisted on a divorce.
Looking at the domineering Su Qingrou, Xiao Li was deeply disappointed.
Two years ago, Xiao Li came down from the mountains to fulfill his marriage contract and married Su Qingrou.
For the past two years, Xiao Li had been completely devoted to Su Qingrou to cultivate their relationship.
Everyone outside said he was a kept man of the Su family, a subservient son-in-law.
But seeing their relationship gradually warming up, Xiao Li felt no regrets. He didn't care what others said, as long as Su Qingrou didn't mind.
Unexpectedly, she had never truly trusted him and had always been preparing a divorce agreement!
The lack of trust deeply wounded Xiao Li's heart.
Two years of emotional investment, only to end in unrequited love! Xiao Li held the divorce agreement, his expression complex, and said, "Su Qingrou, am I really so unworthy of your trust?"
"I don't want to hear any of your explanations. Sign the divorce papers, now!" Su Qingrou's gaze was exceptionally firm.
Xiao Li sadly closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination, and picked up the pen to sign his name on the divorce agreement.
The moment Xiao Li signed, a hint of sadness flickered in Su Qingrou's eyes, but she quickly masked it, maintaining her angry demeanor.
"I'll give you ten minutes to pack your bags and leave."
Xiao Li said coldly, "No need, you can just throw them in the trash!"
As he spoke, Xiao Li gave her a deep, lingering look, then brushed past her and walked out.
Su Qingrou didn't turn to look at him, her hands tightly gripping the divorce agreement.
Her face turned pale, and tears welled up in her eyes...
At the door, Su Liya, who had been sobbing pitifully, looked up, a hint of cunning in her teary eyes. As soon as Xiao Li went downstairs, she immediately ran to the stairs to peek.
Watching Xiao Li walk out of the Su family villa, Su Liya's pitiful expression completely disappeared, replaced by excitement.
"Sister, that good-for-nothing is finally gone!"
Su Liya cheered unrestrainedly, "This dog, relying on the ridiculous marriage contract set by Grandpa before he died, has been living in our house for so long, completely disgracing our Su family."
"Sister, now you can marry Young Master Yang..."
Su Qingrou suddenly turned around and slapped Su Liya, catching her completely off guard. Suriya covered her face in shock, suddenly realizing that Su Qingrou was already in tears.
Su Qingrou bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down her face: "Are you satisfied now?"
A hint of hidden hatred flashed in Suriya's eyes, but on the surface, she looked pitiful and wronged: "Sister, I'm doing this for your own good..."
"You keep saying you're doing this for my own good, but you're destroying my happiness and forcing me to marry someone I don't like!" Su Qingrou's voice choked with sobs: "In your eyes, I'm just a tool for making money!"
Suriya still looked wronged: "Young Master Yang is better than that good-for-nothing..."
"He's threatening me with the company, forcing me to marry him, and you still think he's good?!" Su Qingrou's tears welled up again, her hand gripping the divorce agreement turning white.
For the past two years, Xiao Li had been so attentive to her; how could she not have feelings for him?
However, for the sake of the family, she could only choose to sacrifice herself.
Su Liya watched the agitated Su Qingrou, not daring to say another word, her eyes welling up with tears as she covered her face, looking particularly pitiful.
Su Qingrou didn't argue any further, turning and running into her room. She closed the door, then threw herself onto the bed, burying her face in the covers and sobbing uncontrollably.
After Su Qingrou closed the door, Su Liya immediately dropped her pitiful act, her eyes flashing with resentment as she coldly snorted, "If Young Master Yang had been interested in me, would it even be your turn to marry him?"