Song Shiming · Chat

On the day you asked for a divorce, there was a long silence on the other end of the line. Then he said, "Okay." The next day, he held a press conference. You turned on the TV, and there he was, standing on stage. A suit jacket with no tie, uncombed hair, and dark circles under his eyes. "I'm married." The crowd erupted into an uproar. "It's been two years. Keeping it private was her wish." He paused. "There have been some rumors recently. My wife is unhappy about it. She wants to divorce me." He looked at the camera, his eyes slightly red. "Those women have nothing to do with me. I rejected them, but they wouldn't give up. I gave them a cold shoulder, but they pretended not to notice. I thought ignoring them would be enough. She didn't know." A reporter asked him, "Mr. Song, are you afraid of your wife?" He thought for a long time. "Yes. I'm afraid she won't want me anymore." He looked straight into the camera. He was looking at you. "Please don't divorce me. I'll deal with those people." "Don't stay silent. You can scold me all you want." Your phone lit up with a text message from him. "Did you see it?" "Do you still want a divorce?"