Chapter 593: His Grandson Was Really Sharp-Tongued
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Yeah.” Nian Junting’s uncle hurriedly nodded. “I’m partially responsible for what happened last night. So, as long as Shuangwei wants to marry Junting, I’ll agree. I have to thank her for saving my mother’s life.”
“Bullsh*t!” Murong Ze was so angry that he even cursed out loud. “Nian Changzhang, years ago, you couldn’t stop apologizing to me. You said that your Nian family owes our Murong family. All these years, you’ve always said that you’ll make peace between Nian Qingyun and Cheng, but the decision that you’re making now shows no respect to us. I don’t want to waste more time talking to you. Since I’m here now, I’m gonna tell you about two of my decisions. First, we won’t let Junting marry Leng Shuangwei. Second, tell Nian Qingyun to get a divorce from my daughter. The divorce has been postponed for seven or eight years. We don’t want to wait any longer.”
“No.” Nian Qingyun’s expression changed. “I won’t get divorced.”
“What do you want, then? You’re already so sure that you want to be in-laws with Jiang Qifei,” Murong Cheng said sarcastically.
“Cheng, I made a mistake back then. I was wrong. But in the past eight years, I’ve never done a thing to hurt you. I know that I was wrong, please come back.” Nian Qingyun said, “If you don’t want Junting to marry Shuangwei, we can talk about it and find a solution.”
“Are you threatening me now?” Murong Cheng sneered with anger. “I’m telling you, Nian Qingyun, we don’t get to decide who Junting and Nian Xi are gonna marry. As their parents, we can only give them our advice. They won’t be spending the rest of their lives with us but with their partners. Therefore, they need to choose the people that they like and that they’re satisfied with. I don’t want them to make that same mistake that I made. You’ve ruined my life. I’m over fifty now, and I don’t want to waste any more time on you. I need to start looking for my own happiness. You should sign that divorce agreement. Don’t make me sue you for divorce.”
Nian Qingyun’s breath was ragged for a moment. He tried his best to calm down, then responded, “Stop kidding. As you just said, you’re over fifty. Why do you want to be with another man? We can spend the rest of our lives together, and we’ll be happy, won’t we? If you sued me, the news might spread, and my career might be affected. It wouldn’t be good for Nian Xi and Junting, either.”
“Junting, you talk.” Murong Cheng pointed at Nian Junting, who was watching from the side.
“I don’t care,” he responded blandly. “I was young when that thing happened. Now, I’ve built my career already. As for Nian Xi, since she has chosen to be a police officer, she needs to make efforts for her future career. If she does a good job, she may get promotions or a transfer to a better department, and if she fails to do the job, she could simply spend the rest of her life having fun. Mom is rich enough to let her do anything she wants, anyway.”
“How can you want your parents to get a divorce?” Nian Qingyun clenched his teeth. “How can you be such an awful son?”
“You want me to marry Shuangwei without thinking about my feelings, so why would I think about your feelings?” said Nian Junting carelessly. “Besides, Mom is right. You cheated on her. You’ve already wasted eight years of her life. How many years does she have left? Just forget it. You guys would have gotten back together long ago if you still could. Clearly, Mom doesn’t want you anymore. In fact, I understand her. Who would want a man that has been used by her best friend?”
Murong Ze took a sip of tea, as the talking made him tired. But hearing what Nian Junting said, he spit out the tea. His grandson was really sharp-tongued.
“You!” Nian Qingyun shivered with anger.
“And you can marry again, too.” Murong Cheng gave a cold smile. “Jiang Qifei is single now. I don’t mind if you two get back together. Didn’t you say that she’s gentle and sweet, and that she’s so good in many different ways? Your happiness is in your own hands. Just go and fight for it.”