Chapter 962

Song Qingchun’s lips curved upwards as she flipped through the row of suit jackets to find the one that best matched the outfit he was going to wear. She finally found one. As she turned around to pass it to Su Zhinian, she felt some hard objects in the pocket. She reached into it without much thought and hauled the stuff out. Two red booklets appeared in her hands.

Su Zhinian was facing away from Song Qingchun and standing before the mirror to fix his tie, still immersed in the earlier scene. His smile turned brighter and brighter before he laughed out loud, saying, “Tingting, you are really my idol!”

Su Zhinian, who was done with the tie, urged Song Qingchun, “Tingting, please hand me a jacket!”

“Tingting…” Su Zhinian, who waited for the jacket, repeated his request, but before he could finish, something slapped him heavily on his body. Su Zhinian thought it was the jacket, so he reached out to grab it, but it turned out to be a red booklet.

He was confounded for a second, and before his brain caught up to the situation, another booklet landed on his chest.

Su Zhinian whipped his head up, and when he saw the dark expression on Song Qingchun’s face, he was so scared that his legs felt like giving at that moment. “Please let me explain…”

Before he could finish, Song Qingchun hissed through gritted teeth, “Su Zhinian, I demand a divorce!”

At the time, he had been too excited after finding out she wasn’t his biological sister. Afraid that there might be unforeseeable changes, he had controlled her mind and snuck to the government department under the cover of the night to rush the marriage certificate…

“No, there is no discussion; there can only be a divorce! Divorce! Divorce! Divorce!” A person could only experience registering for their marriage once in their life—or at least she only wished to do it once—so how could he deprive her of that experience‽

As Su Zhinian tried his best to come up with a way to remove this thought from Song Qingchun’s mind, he pleaded to buy some time, “Tingting…”