"Mother, Xiao Lan should be at An Jing’s place, don’t worry," An Fu said to his elderly mother, his voice filled with thick concern for Shi Xiaolan.
As soon as they returned from the engagement, they found that Shi Xiaolan and Niuniu were not at home and immediately went out to search for them.
"That child, she’s still in her postpartum confinement, how could she just leave ," Yun Dame worriedly sighed.
An Jing listened to the conversation between An Fu and Yun Dame, feeling quite complicated. They were indeed good people and cared deeply for Shi Xiaolan; the problem always lay in the issue of carrying on the family lineage.
"They’re here," An Jing whispered to Shi Xiaolan.
Shi Xiaolan pursed her lips, looked down at Niuniu in her arms, and then immediately raised her head, her eyes firmer than they had ever been.
It didn’t matter what happened to her; all she wished for was the well-being of her two children. Her parents had been very good to her, and she wanted to treat her daughter just as well, to live up to the kindness and upbringing she had received from her parents.
This was also a small token of the love she, as a mother, had for her children!
The courtyard gate was not closed. As soon as An Fu and Yun Dame reached the entrance, they saw Shi Xiaolan and An Jing standing under the eaves, while Xiao Changyi was carrying a bucket of water to water the vegetable garden in the courtyard.
Shi Xiaolan was still holding Niuniu in her arms.
Seeing that Shi Xiaolan and Niuniu were both there, An Fu and Yun Dame finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.
Even if they were not fond of Niuniu and wished she had been a boy, Niuniu was still their family’s child; they could not completely disregard her.
"Xiao Lan, it’s good that you and Niuniu are here. We were worried when we didn’t see you upon returning!" An Fu and Yun Dame hurriedly walked over to Shi Xiaolan.
An Fu wanted to take Niuniu from Shi Xiaolan’s arms to hold her himself, but Shi Xiaolan stepped aside, unwilling to let him hold Niuniu.
An Fu stiffened slightly and murmured softly, "Xiao Lan..." This was the first time his wife had ever shown any displeasure towards him.
Shi Xiaolan pursed her lips before saying coolly, "Fu Zi, divorce me."
Yun Dame was also taken aback, then she said in a soothing tone, "Xiao Lan, what nonsense are you talking? I know that you’re uneasy about Fu Zi taking another wife, but that doesn’t mean you should ask him to divorce you. Where in the world does a wife ask her own husband to divorce her? Don’t worry, even if Fu Zi takes another, we won’t treat you unfairly. Things will be the same as they always were. You’ve been married into our family for four years now; you know what kind of people we are, don’t you? We truly won’t mistreat you in the future."
"I know you won’t mistreat me, but I’ve been in your family for four years without bearing a son, and it’s alright if you divorce me," Shi Xiaolan remained cool. She had made up her mind to be divorced by An Fu, and for the sake of her two daughters, she was not going to change it.
An Jing saw how resolute Shi Xiaolan was, thinking about how she had always been meek in the past. Yet now, for her children, she had become so strong and firm; it truly shocked her once again.
A mother’s love can indeed be very great.
However, it was not yet the time for her to speak up, so An Jing remained silent at the side, ready to intervene at the appropriate moment.
Yun Dame, hearing Shi Xiaolan’s cold response, was suddenly taken aback again. Shi Xiaolan had always been very filial to her parents-in-law, perfect in every way except for not having a son.