Quick Travel: Who taught you how to attack villains like this?

Inside the spacious and bright living room, the atmosphere was extremely solemn and depressing.

Song Yuan sat expressionless, his eyes as cold as ice, staring at Zhou Wanzi who was facing him.

At this moment, Zhou Wanzi's face was already covered in tears, like a withered pear blossom ravaged by wind and rain, looking so pitiful.

Grandma Song, who was standing by, hugged the young Song Yichen tightly and sat quietly on the sofa.

She lowered her head, as if she was in deep thought, making it difficult to guess what she was thinking.

"Wuwuwu... Song Yuan, are you really so cruel that you have to divorce me? You said you would take care of me for the rest of my life."

Zhou Wanzi burst into tears, and her sad cries echoed throughout the living room, which was heartbreaking.

A hint of unconcealable irritation flashed through Song Yuan's eyes, but he soon regained his composure. He slowly said, "This matter is not without room for maneuver. If you don't want a divorce, that's fine."

Hearing this, Zhou Wanzi stopped crying instantly, her face full of surprise, and asked in disbelief: "Really?"

However, what Song Yuan said next was like a basin of icy water, ruthlessly extinguishing the fire of hope that had just ignited in Zhou Wanzi's heart.

"But the prerequisite is that you must completely draw a line between yourself and Meng Yuxiao and his son, and never have any connection with them again."

Song Yuan's tone was firm and resolute, and every word he said was like a heavy hammer hitting Zhou Wanzi's heart.

Under Zhou Wanzi's expectant gaze, Song Yuan expressed the harsh conditions clearly and plainly, word by word, without any emotion.

He knew Zhou Wanzi's character and way of dealing with people very well, so he deliberately made a request that was almost impossible for her to agree to.

As expected, Zhou Wanzi seemed to be suddenly frozen, standing there in a daze.

After a long while, she came back to her senses and retorted with a trembling voice: "You want me to break off relations with them? But...but they only rely on me now! What's more, the reason they came into this world is entirely because of me!"

As she spoke to the end, Zhou Wanzi became more and more agitated, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

She really didn't understand why Song Yuan forced her like this?

He used to be a very kind and generous person, why has he become a cold and indifferent person now?

In such a depressing atmosphere, Yu Yan slowly walked in carrying the bowl of mouth-watering pig's trotters.

As soon as Song Yichen saw her, he immediately broke free from Grandma Song's warm embrace like a happy little monkey, a brilliant smile bloomed on his face, and then he ran towards Yu Yan with light steps.

"Yan Yan..."

He shouted excitedly, his voice clear and melodious, as if it could penetrate the entire room.

Seeing this, Grandma Song who was standing by also went forward. When she saw the big bowl of spicy pig's trotters emitting an enticing aroma, she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, Yanyan, why are you carrying such a big bowl? Be careful not to fall. Has your grandma prepared delicious food again today?" Grandma Song asked happily.

"Yes, she made some spicy pork trotters. Let me bring some to you."

Yu Yan smiled sweetly and responded softly.

Hearing this, Grandma Song smiled even more happily, her eyes narrowed into slits: "Haha, that's great! Chenchen and your uncle Song both love to eat pig's trotters, they are in for a treat this time..."

Yu Yan also smiled and nodded in agreement: "Then let them eat more. My grandma likes us to finish everything she cooks."

At this time, Song Yuan, who had been standing by and smiling silently, also walked over, gently stroked Yu Yan's head, and said with gratitude: "Thank you, Yanyan, you know, this is the first spicy pig's trotter that uncle has eaten since he woke up! It must taste great!"

Grandma Song happily picked up the pig's trotter and walked to the kitchen. She turned back and shouted to Yu Yan, "Yan Yan, wait a moment. Grandma made your favorite water chestnut cake specially for you. I'll pack some for you to take back and try."

After hearing this, Yu Yan nodded without hesitation and said, "Okay, thank you, Grandma Song! You are so kind~"

Endless intimacy and affection were revealed in the words.

Zhou Wanzi, who was standing aside, watched them talking and laughing, but no one paid any attention to her, and a nameless anger surged in her heart.

How could they ignore her like this? It was like they were treating her like air.

Zhou Wanzi, who had been a master for more than ten years in ancient society, had long been accustomed to the kind of life surrounded by people and treated like a star.

Even now that she lives in modern society, she still cannot completely abandon those deep-rooted habits and ideas.

Zhou Wanzi secretly glared at Yu Yan fiercely, then took a deep breath, trying to attract everyone's attention again, and said softly: "Ayuan, can you give me some time to think about it?"

However, Song Yuan just smiled coldly and responded mercilessly: "Think? I don't want to wait even for a day, and you actually want me to give you time to think?"

Zhou Wanzi opened her mouth, as if she wanted to explain something, but before she could say anything, she heard Song Yuan say coldly again: "Think about it, if an ancient person traveled to the modern era, and such a strange story was spread on the Internet, it would probably explode the entire network in an instant, right?"

"what on earth do you want?"

Zhou Wanzi widened her eyes, her face full of shock and fear, as if Song Yuan in front of her had become a completely stranger.

"My request is simple, just a divorce."

Song Yuan still had no expression on his face, and his tone was chillingly calm, as if these words had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

If possible, he actually didn't want to use this method to threaten Zhou Wanzi.

But her train of thought is very strange now, as if she can't understand what people say and she can't communicate at all.

There was no other choice, he had to resort to this last resort.