Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 167 - 171 will recount the past, the pain is one’s own.

Chapter 167: 171 will recount the past, the pain is one’s own.

"Can’t find the words?"

Song Lili took a step closer to Wen Nian, staring into his eyes,

"When I was ten months old, my mom occasionally asked you to help watch over me. As I grew up, people in the courtyard would still talk about how I peed on you. My mom always liked you, seeing you living alone with only Uncle Wei to look after you, so she often invited you and Uncle Wei to our house for meals."

"Mom liked you, and I liked you too. Mom said I preferred being held by Brother Nian more than by her."

"I don’t remember exactly when, just that I was very young... I also don’t remember where I heard that if I call you ’brother’, I couldn’t be your bride, so I stopped calling you that and started calling you Wen Xiaonian, just like all the other uncles and aunties."

"At five, my mother fell ill and passed away; you were there with me, telling me in my father’s tone that mom had gone to a heaven far happier and joyous than this world."

"On my seventh birthday, when father broke his promise again, you went to the cake shop, bought a big cake with twenty candles, and said that from then on, we would celebrate each birthday together, the sum of our ages on the cake! Until the cake could no longer hold that many candles!"

"At nine, when father remarried, I cried all night in your arms. You said, ’Song Lili, I am the most important person in your life, I’m not leaving you, you have no right to cry like this.’"

"When I was ten, I said I wanted to be president so I could order my father to come home and see me. You said, being a president wouldn’t do, but being the President’s wife could..."

"That same spring, you enlisted in the military, after that you only returned home a few times a year."

"At fourteen, you gave me red bellflowers, and not long after, you appeared on TV, on the front pages of major media, as the youngest lawmaker in the history of country G. I then realized... your surname Wen wasn’t common..."

"At sixteen, you gave me a field of red bellflowers, during that prolonged moment, it was like the speech of bellflowers, unforgettable for a lifetime..."

"At seventeen, during high school, you saw a boy walk me home, and you didn’t speak to me for three full days. I followed you around, explaining for three days, trying to please you for three days! Later, I learned you were just pretending to be angry; I was annoyed and angry, yet I felt sweet inside..."

"But later on, that boy transferred schools."

"At eighteen, a thug senior from school set his sights on me, you beat him to semi-paralysis bare-handed, no one dared to hold you accountable, yet no one knew the reason."

"At nineteen..."

Song Lili listed their history one by one with an air of defiance, yet in the end, she was the one who got hurt.

Unknown until spoken, but once said, she realized that for the whole twenty years, he had truly permeated her life. Looking back, she couldn’t extract the slightest bit.

He had sentenced her to death with his own hands, yet she, for everything between them, remembered incessantly, every detail vividly.

She could even recite it one by one, like reading from a book...

How ironic, how laughable.

"Have you had enough? Or do you want me to continue, Mr. President?"

Song Lili looked at him, with teardrops swirling around her almond-like eyes...

Childhood friends, simple childhood love.

So many enviable emotions, so many unattainable relationships, yet hiding so much unknown bitterness.

Wen Nian was speechless.