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Translator: Kanku

Proofreader/editor: Piper

The Film King’s Hidden Marriage (28)

Bai Weiwei reached out and wiped her tears. Trying to maintain a calm tone she said, “He Poan, don’t play with me. I admit that I’ve lost, I can’t afford you.”

“I’m playing with you?” He Poan sneered, “Aren’t you the one who got tired of me and is now kicking me away?”

In the beginning, she forced him to marry her, and although the five years weren’t over yet, not only was he not the one to dump her, but the woman was the first to leave.

This made He Poan sigh with anger.

Bai Weiwei had already calmed down. She didn’t want to face him and chose to look out the window, “I said that I’m tired of this. I don’t want to stay with you.”

He Poan felt that Bai Weiwei was intentionally saying this. The sentence caused him to burst.

He drove immediately and stepped on the accelerator hard. “You said to go and leave? Now the news has changed my relationship with you. The contract has already damaged my image. If you turn a hidden marriage into a divorce, my future will be over. Is that your idea?”

Bai Weiwei licked her lips and said indifferently: “I didn’t think that you would come out by yourself, saying that we are married and cozy with each other.”

He Poan was stunned by her, and also mad, “I am happy.”

Bai Weiwei: “I am happy to leave.”

He Poan parked abruptly, “Get out the car.”

Bai Weiwei looked up. It was the Civil Affairs Bureau?

He Poan pulled out the marriage certificate. “If you really want to go, then go in with me and let’s settle the divorce.”

He thought that Bai Weiwei must have been playing hard to get. Otherwise, even if she lived or died, how could she be willing to let go?

Bai Weiwei saw the marriage certificate in his hand and her face showed a touch of sadness.

Then she reached out and grabbed one of the marriage certificates in his hand, opened the door and got off.

“Okay, let’s get divorced.”

He Poan felt awkward and his heart began to feel a hint of panic. The marriage certificate in his hand suddenly felt a little hot.

But seeing Bai Weiwei’s indifferent face, he also opened the door and got out of the car.

He said, colder than her, “Let’s go.”

He Poan wrapped his face with a scarf and followed Bai Weiwei into the Civil Affairs Bureau.

There were a couple of divorces happening ahead of them. He Poan, with a black face, sat beside Bai Weiwei in a waiting chair.

With one of the couples, a woman was crying.

“I loved you for so long but you never even looked back at me. I told myself that if I couldn’t make you love me within ten years then I would give up.”

The man said: “Didn’t we have a good time together?”

The woman: “You didn’t love me.”

The man said, “You can live without love”

The woman’s finally couldn’t bear it. She stood up and slapped him. “Do you think that I can love you forever without regrets? If you don’t get a response then even love will disappear. I loved you for ten years, not ten days. I’ll tell you now, this old lady doesn’t love you anymore. I didn’t love you yet I wouldn’t divorce. I’m not that cheap.”

If you don’t get a response.

Even love will disappear.

When He Poan heard those words, his emotions were tumbling, uncomfortable and … uneasy?

Love will disappear?

Had Bai Weiwei’s love for him disappeared?

He Poan was suddenly unsure whether it was right or wrong to pull her to the Civil Affairs Bureau and scare her with divorce.

What if Bai Weiwei was not playing hard to get?

Maybe if He Poan was patient and waited, perhaps she would find an excuse to not divorce.

But when all the couples were divorced, and only them were left, Bai Weiwei still did not say anything about leaving.