She had wasted so many years.

Now, Yan Shanyue didn’t want to waste any more time.

Qie Wang said hastily, “Now that Li Zhiwei is dead, nobody can separate us anymore.”

Yan Shanyue looked at Qie Wang’s face and said helplessly, “Qie Wang, you may not realize that it’s your fault our marriage turned out this way, not Li Zhiwei’s. I thought that you would be different after we divorced, but now I know nothing has changed. You are still the same after the divorce. Not everything in this world needs a reason. Go. I don’t want to fight with you for the sake of our two children.”

Qie Wang held Yan Shanyue’s hand tightly. He had nothing now.

He wanted a home.

He wanted to hold her.

She was the last piece of driftwood in his life.

“Honey, let’s remarry.”

“I refuse.”

Yan Shanyue let go of Qie Wang’s hand and left with a smile.

Looking at her back, Qie Wang strode right up to Yan Shanyue.

His big hand grasped Yan Shanyue’s arm and pushed her against a wall.

“Honey, please don’t go.”

At this point, Qie Wang was acting crazy.

Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang looked at each other, then rushed to Qie Wang and Yan Shanyue’s side.

Qie Wang took out a fruit knife and put it next to Yan Shanyue’s neck.

“Honey, let’s remarry, okay?”

“Honey, let’s just live like we used to, all Right?”

“Honey, I know I was wrong. I’ll make it right in the future. Honey, I want to be with you.”

Qie Wang’s voice went on and on, with a hint of sadness.

He couldn’t lose her.

He couldn’t live without her.

“Qie Wang, it is impossible for me to remarry you.”

Qie Wang brandished the fruit knife in his hand slightly. There was a gorgeous and determined smile on his face.

“If you don’t remarry me, then you will die. We might as well die together.”

“What? Do you think I am afraid of death?” Yan Shanyue’s eyes were full of determination. She continued, “I’d rather die than live like I used to. To live is more than that to me. Not only does it represent life and death, but it also includes dreams…”

Li Qingcang stepped forward in time to separate Qie Wang and Yan Shanyue. So what if Qie Wang had a fruit knife as a murder weapon?

He was dealing with Li Qingcang, the King of the army.

Hand-to-hand combat was as easy as breathing for him.

It’s a very natural thing for him to do.

Li Qingcang snatched the fruit knife from Qie Wang’s hand. Yan Shanyue walked to Qie Wang’s front with an angry smile, reached out, and slapped Qi Wang across the face.

“Qie Wang, you really disappoint me.”

Qie Wang felt an unspeakable sadness and pain in his heart watching Yan Shanyue walk away into the distance.

She was disappointed.

She didn’t even want to look at him.

“Uncle Qie, I think you have a mental problem. I suggest you consult a psychiatrist.”

Looking at Ye Tianxin’s face, Qie Wang didn’t speak.

He simply turned around and left.

Was he mentally ill?

How could this be?

He was a doctor himself.

How could he have a issue?

Li Qingcang called and told Qie Yiyan about Qie Wang’s appearance at the exhibition. According to the current situation, Qie Wang may do more things with unpredictable consequences.