Kind-hearted people were urging both of them to go back and calm down, not to be impulsive.
This wasn't about being impulsive, it was a necessary divorce. Her marriage to him had always been in name only; now it had truly reached its end.
Tang Yuchen couldn't stand the strange looks from others. He indifferently said to An Ruo, "I think we should go back and sign the divorce agreement, and let the lawyers handle this."
"No, I must divorce you right now," An Ruo said without room for negotiation.
The man's deep eyes looked at her, and seeing the coldness in her eyes, a fury inexplicably rose in his heart.
"Fine, I don't want to be your husband for even a second longer!"
A sting pricked An Ruo's heart, and she retorted coldly, "The feeling is mutual."
Tang Yuchen was so angry he didn't want to look at her again or speak to her.
Their confrontational stance affected the festive mood around them, making it seem as if their happiness was somehow inappropriate.
