Chapter 156: Marital Obligations

Ling Hanyu’s handsome face was icy cold, his anger impossible to suppress. He stared at Song Qingtian, his gaze chillingly fixed on her.

Song Qingtian lowered her head. “I don’t regret it!”

This was Song Qingtian’s firm affirmation, reached after careful consideration, directed at the original female supporting character.

If she truly regretted it, how could her body still be unable to resist the urge to entangle herself with Ling Hanyu?

Who says love doesn’t spring from the flesh?

Ling Hanyu’s breathing grew heavier as he gripped Song Qingtian’s chin. “Why won’t you look at me? Are you lying to me?”

Song Qingtian raised her eyes to meet Ling Hanyu’s. “Once something is done, there’s no point in regretting it. Besides, any energy spent on regret is wasted—better to channel it into growth. Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I won’t like someone else. Meeting you was the greatest sorrow of my life, but isn’t it also the greatest compensation?”

Ling Hanyu grew even colder, a chill radiating from his very being.

Yet Song Qingtian remained utterly candid, recalling the entire life of the original female supporting character.

Though pitiful and lamentable, it had been a life lived to the fullest.

Song Qingtian set down the cup in her hand and reached out to gently adjust Ling Hanyu’s clothes.

“If it had been someone else, the outcome might have been even more tragic. Though you don’t like me, you’ve only rejected me outright—you haven’t actively tried to hurt me. I can understand that. You’re a blood lotus blooming on a lofty mountain, shining brilliantly; how could you possibly tolerate an ugly, stinking bug crawling up to defile you?”

Ling Hanyu’s dark eyes glinted with icy coldness as he wrapped his arms around Song Qingtian.

“So it’s my fault,” he said. “You rejected me—that was your stance.”

“Do you hate me?”

Ling Hanyu tightened his grip on Song Qingtian’s arms.

Song Qingtian shook her head silently. “No, I don’t.”

“What about love?”

Song Qingtian thought hard—but honestly, she couldn’t think of any love at all.

Never mind anything else; just looking at Ling Hanyu’s rough, impetuous temper, she knew she simply didn’t like it.

She preferred gentle, elegant men; who would dare to like someone who bursts into rage at the slightest provocation?

He may be capable, but his temper is truly terrible!

Song Qingtian loosened her grip slightly, and Ling Hanyu immediately tightened his hold again, forcing her not to pull away.

Song Qingtian felt as if she were suffocating.

People who don’t like you naturally don’t know how to cherish and protect what’s precious.

Holding her so tightly—it’s as if he’s trying to strangle her!

“Lighten up!”

But Song Qingtian wasn’t one to nitpick like that.

As long as her fundamental well-being wasn’t harmed, she believed they could coexist.

Ling Hanyu’s heart softened a bit, but instead of letting go, he tightened his grip even more.

Still, he kept his face stern. “Cut the nonsense! Let’s talk business.”

Song Qingtian rolled her eyes. Wasn’t this exactly what she’d been talking about?

She was already in excruciating pain—was Ling Hanyu really going to strangle her to death?

And yet he claimed it wasn’t business? What could be more important than life and death?

Ling Hanyu laughed in exasperation, loosening his grip slightly but still not letting go.

“Talk about your own affairs.”

“I’m done. Between us, it’s nothing but a misunderstanding. You don’t like me, and I kept pestering you; I liked you, and I came to my senses. Now we’re parting ways, which is good for everyone. That’s it.”

Ling Hanyu drew his hands back. “Stop making stuff up—there’s already a child involved.”

“Nuonuo can go to me. Whether you go off to like Song Yinyin or Shen Congyue, I don’t care—as long as you pay the alimony…”

Song Qingtian looked at Ling Hanyu’s cold face and whispered, “If you give me my parents’ money, I’ll even waive the alimony.”

“At last you’re bringing that up.”

Ling Hanyu flared up, squeezing Song Qingtian’s chin hard and shaking it twice.

Song Qingtian’s little face was palm-sized and already quite soft; with his vigorous shaking, she felt dizzy.

Breaking free, Song Qingtian struck back with a harsh countermove.

“If you don’t give me my parents’ money, then you’ll have to pay me ten million a month for living expenses—and you can’t tell me what to do with it. I can squander it however I want; even if I throw it into the water, that’s my business. And…”

Song Qingtian planned to push even harder.

Ling Hanyu frowned, his expression grim.

Dare to bring up divorce, and she’ll be destroyed!

“You have to sleep with me—thirty times a month, at least thirty times!”

Ling Hanyu’s grip tightened, and tightened again.

Song Qingtian laughed—she was amused by her own audacity.

But Ling Hanyu stared at her, lost in thought. “Are you sure?”

For a moment, Song Qingtian began to doubt it.

It seemed as though Ling Hanyu was ready to agree.

Yet she felt it was unrealistic.

With the fearless attitude of a pig that’s already dead and won’t be scared by boiling water, Song Qingtian nodded. “I’m sure!”

Ling Hanyu looked at her and pushed her away.

End of Chapter 156: Marital Obligations