Liu Yi’s words, full of sorrow and clarity, reached everyone’s ears. It turned out Song Li had divorced his previous wife, Xiaofu. Xiaofu was actually Fu Xiaotang, the recent champion of the dance competition and now a celebrity. And indeed, Fu Xiaotang had paired up with Fang Junjie. These were earth-shattering revelations.
Song Li raised an eyebrow, looked at Liu Yi for a few seconds, and then calmly explained, “First, Tang Xiaofu did sign the divorce papers, so technically, she’s free to be with Mr. Fang, though I find it extremely annoying. However, the key point is, I never signed the agreement, so our divorce isn’t legally binding.”
The reporters present almost went wild with joy; what was supposed to be a simple fashion show had turned into a series of dramatic revelations.
Liu Yi was on the verge of an outburst, thinking, “Song Li, you dare to admit this in front of everyone without hesitation. Have you fallen so deeply in love with Tang Xiaofu?”
Zhang Rong, however, squinted his eyes and said with a half-smile, “Song Li, I’ve heard about your situation with Liu Yi. Since you chose the empire over the beauty, we had nothing to say. Now, considering Yi Yi has waited for you for so many years, you shouldn’t be so fickle.”
Before Song Li could respond, Liu Yi quickly interjected, “Godfather, don’t be angry. Song Li had his reasons for marrying someone else, and he never asked me to wait. It was my own choice. As for my sister Xiaofu, she was coerced; if they had truly fallen for each other, I would have blessed them. But since they’re already divorced, I dared to hope again, but now…” She broke off, covering her face in silent weeping.
Zhang Rong, deeply moved, gently patted Liu Yi’s shoulder and, ignoring Song Li, fixed his gaze on Tang Xiaotang, “Miss Tang, although we’ve never met, I trust in the judgment of those I respect. You won’t go wrong.”
