Li Jiaguo and Ding Xiulan had long known about Li Fuhong’s extramarital life.
Over the years, they could see how much resentment their son harbored toward Zhuang Rouhui.
Their marriage had lacked a solid foundation from the start, and since the couple really didn’t get along, such a life was indeed difficult.
Initially, they bore with their son’s relationship with her for the sake of her claimed financial fortune, but it later turned out to be baseless talk.
Ultimately, they pitied their son and didn’t want him to be trapped in this marriage forever, so they naturally turned a blind eye to the affair he had on the side.
In Zhuang Rouhui’s presence, they’d scold him a bit, but behind closed doors, they never interfered.
They never really considered encouraging their son to divorce, mostly because they didn’t want to part with Li Ruyun and Li Ruyu.
Given Zhuang Rouhui’s temperament, who knew how much resentment she would vent on the children if they divorced, which wouldn’t be good for their upbringing.
But as she grew up, Li Ruyun’s personality changed drastically; she lost her childhood obedience and understanding, becoming sensitive and irritable, as if she didn’t even regard them in high esteem anymore.
Li Ruyu, on the other hand, contracted a peculiar illness that made her appear somewhat unsettling.
It was amid these circumstances that Li Fuhong told them he actually had another child outside, who was already fifteen years old. After their initial outrage, they surprisingly felt relieved.
The reason they didn’t invite the twins over for the New Year was that Li Fuhong had brought back the woman and child from outside.
The grandson brought home looked clever, which got the old couple’s hopes up again.
After all, the son liked them, so there wouldn’t be constant quarreling in the future.
The woman from outside seemed sensible, and the son she raised wasn’t bad either.
In contrast, when looking at Li Ruyun lying on the bed and Li Ruyu, huddled fearfully in Zhuang Rouhui’s arms, their internal scale naturally tipped.
They took the opportunity to push for a divorce, so as to avoid the persistent bickering of a loveless couple, which disrupted their own peace in their later years.
Li Fuhong obviously agreed, looking down at Zhuang Rouhui as he said, "I won’t short you on money, as long as you agree to the divorce."
Zhuang Rouhui broke down and shouted, "I won’t divorce, I absolutely won’t let you have your way, you bastard. I bore sons and daughters for you, and this is how you treat me."
She rushed at Li Fuhong, hitting and kicking him.
Li Fuhong disdained to lay a hand on a woman and could only raise his arms to protect his face, letting her kick his shins.
But then, a sharp pain shot up his arm, and Li Fuhong saw Zhuang Rouhui bite down hard, contorting his features with pain.
"Get lost, are you a dog or something?"
Li Fuhong couldn’t stand it anymore and kicked Zhuang Rouhui, causing her to finally let go.
The commotion was even louder than before.
The nurse had to open the door and ask for quiet inside.
Upon entering, she saw Zhuang Rouhui, looking disheveled and frantic, charging at Li Fuhong, her fingers ready to tear into his face.
"You dare to hit me, you’ll not die a good death, I won’t let you go even if I become a ghost."
The nurse shrank back, hurriedly closed the door, and left, too afraid to intervene and considering whether to call security.
Li Jiaguo slammed his cane hard against the floor.
"Enough, what’s all this ruckus about, making ourselves a laughingstock."
Zhuang Rouhui, who had always been afraid of him, reflexively stopped and covered her face, sobbing loudly.
"You Li family always bully me. All these years, I’ve struggled to raise the two children, and you all..."
Li Ruyu’s face couldn’t help but show a trace of sarcasm upon hearing this.
Struggled to raise the two children? They had spent more time with the nanny than with their own parents.
Ding Xiulan sighed, "Alright, we discussed before coming here, we are prepared to divide both the Li family’s fortune and Fuhong’s own money into three parts—one for each child. Ruyun’s and Ruyu’s shares can be managed by you for now, but you’ll have to sign an agreement, promising to give it back when they come of age."
Zhuang Rouhui’s crying stopped abruptly.
If the fortune were to be divided this way—
She suddenly thought of something, "It shouldn’t be three parts, it should be four. I have a daughter as well..."