Xiaoxiao hadn’t expected Little Qingmei to throw caution to the wind for love and came to confront her, admiring her courage. Weren’t people supposed to be conservative here? This girl was too bold!
"What do you want from me?"
"I want to ask you, can you divorce Brother Ming? Make it happen between me and Brother Ming."
Hehua looked pitiful, and she was so pretty that even Xiaoxiao was almost deceived by her looks.
Make it happen? She did want to make it happen; they were already discussing the divorce!
"You and Yang Dong already have children, please let go of Brother Ming and make it happen for us! Please!" As Hehua spoke, she began crying pitifully as if someone had wronged her.
"..." Mentioning the children was fine, but once they were brought up, Xiaoxiao’s temper flared. Who was the scoundrel who had spread those rumors! It couldn’t have been someone from her family; it had to be someone outside. Who bore a grudge against her? Xiaoxiao glanced at Little Qingmei, could it be her? If it was her, that was incredibly malicious, and she couldn’t tolerate it!
"That’s a rumor, totally unfounded! Yang Dong and I have nothing going on, and we definitely don’t have children!"
"Impossible? You clearly talked to Yang Dong that day! I heard with my own..."
In her anxiety, Hehua blurted out, then quickly covered her mouth!
Indeed, it was her. So much for Little Qingmei, Xiaoxiao had always wanted to help her, but her intentions were too vile! She was not going to divorce now, she’d drag this out to the death.
"I’ll listen to Yang Ming on this matter!"
What kind of people were they? Without waiting for Hehua to speak, Xiaoxiao stormed back into her room, fuming.
Yang Ming was copying books when he saw his wife coming back. He was about to say something when he noticed the ferocious look in her eyes:
"Keep your Little Qingmei in check, from now on, if she annoys me, I’ll hit her each time I see her!"
"..." Little Qingmei? Who? Hehua? How could she be considered a childhood sweetheart?
While Yang Ming was thinking this, he saw his wife climb onto the kang (a traditional heated bed) and start her needlework, completely ignoring him.
Xiaoxiao got onto the kang and continued working on the trousers. Those trousers were for Yang Ming, and thinking back to that day, it was embarrassingly awkward. Furthermore, the idea of a man not wearing trousers sharing the same kang seemed incredibly risky. Angrily, she cut the cloth in her hands, muttering:
"No divorce, I’ll drag this out to the death. Drag you all out."
Yang Ming was bewildered by his wife’s nonsensical attitude when he suddenly heard her muttering this sentence. The words ’no divorce’ thrilled him immensely.
Great, she didn’t want to divorce him. His mood drastically improved, his lips involuntarily curling up further and further, then he continued copying his book.
Xiaoxiao was speechless, she was so angry and yet he was that happy? Her lips started twitching! This man definitely had issues!
"Hmph! What are you twitching your lips for?"
"Xiaoxiao, when you say no divorce, do you mean it?"
"..." Eh! Was he thinking about a divorce?
"No divorce, no divorce, I’d rather die than divorce! I’ll drag this out to death! Are you happy now?"
Xiaoxiao was fuming and her words were spiky, sarcastic! She didn’t mean any of it seriously. It was just for the sake of venting.
But when Yang Ming heard Xiaoxiao’s firm response, he felt ecstatic, beyond words to describe his feelings at that moment!
Yang Ming climbed onto the kang, grabbed Xiaoxiao’s hand, and said earnestly, "Right, we won’t divorce! Not even if we die!"
Eh? What had she agreed to?