Chapter 1891: Who Are You Going to Divorce?

"If you cant bear it anymore, Ill absolutely agree if you want a divorce." An Jinwei stared at Ning Shu, his expression full of contempt. He obviously felt that Ning Shu didn't have the courage to divorce.

Ning Shu: Frick, so angry.

She had never seen a cheater act so righteous. Did he think that he could just use this opportunity to get a divorce?

Ning Shu expressionlessly raised her foot and stepped on the sofa. Shed just recorded such a shameless remark. What kind of discussion would it attract when posted on the Internet?

"What are you saying? Youre going to divorce me?" Ning Shu's expression was indifferent. "Say it again. Who are you going to divorce?"

Ning Shu bent down, picked up an apple, and started tossing it into the air again and again in a careless manner. It felt like her grip would slip and the apple would end up hitting An Jinwei at any moment.

An Jinwei's eyes followed the trajectory of the apple. He couldn't help but move aside. He shouted at Ning Shu with a dark face, "Chen Ning, are you going crazy again? Put that down."

"Im just sad that you want to divorce me so badly. I can endure everything, please don't divorce me," Ning Shu said pleadingly. However, her expression was dark like she was about to start fighting.

"Chen Ning, how trashy are you? You still won't divorce even when things have become like this? No matter what, Im divorcing you." An Jinwei's expression was particularly contemptuous.

"Who are you calling trash?" Ning Shu tilted her head and looked at An Jinwei. The apple then directly smashed into him. An Jinwei was already on guard against Ning Shu and so he dodged, but he was still hit.

An Jinwei hissed, feeling as if he had been hit by a stone. It was fiery hot. Before he could breathe, another wave of apples. .h.i.t him. He immediately cried out in pain.

"Chen Ning, what are you doing?" An Jinwei's mother turned red with anger when she saw that her son was beaten. She couldnt bear to lift even a finger against her son, but now he was being bombarded with one apple after another by this crazy woman. An Jinwei's mother had long wanted to rip Ning Shu to shreds.

She stretched out her hand to hit Ning Shu, who dodged her as soon as she moved.

"You dare dodge!?" An Jinwei's mother opened her eyes wide, red blood vessels visible, and glowered at Ning Shu sinisterly.

"Youre the one who couldnt even hit me, and yet you blame me. Why are you being so unreasonable and making trouble?" Ning Shu said indifferently.

"Chen Ning, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't resort to violence," An Jinwei's father said with a solemn face.

Ning Shu said lightly, "I'm already being very polite by not cutting off his family jewels. Maybe when I go crazy I will cut them off.

"I heard that killing is not as easily punishable if you have a mental illness. I have severe postpartum depression and I often feel like Im in a trance. Places that are obviously high up I see as being level with the ground.

"The last time I was in the bathroom, I felt like I was locked up. I couldn't get out or shout, so I could only desperately hit the wall," Ning Shu said indifferently. "I think I'm already insane."

"You" An Jinwei looked at Ning Shu, furious. He couldnt help but clamp his legs together. He was really afraid that Ning Shu would cut off his jewels.

Even people who werent afraid of death were afraid of lunatics. Who knew what lunatics would do?

An Jinwei coughed. He tried to soften his own voice and said, "Chen Ning, can we talk properly? This kind of quarrel is completely pointless."

"Then you talk to me reasonably. I havent heard a single f*cking reasonable word from you. You act like cheating is no big deal. Ill hit you once every time I hear you say that." Ning Shu sat on the sofa and pointed to the apple on the ground. "Wash me an apple, I'm thirsty."

The An family stood still. Ning Shu pointed to the apple again. "Wash it. What are you doing in a daze, didn't you say you wanted to talk?

"I want to eat an apple now, so wash one for me." Ning Shu lifted her chin and looked at An Jinwei. "Hurry up."

MTL Editor: Wheat

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