"Smack." Zhong Qida had already looked up and slapped Yan Ruolan across the face, "Yan Ruolan, I never expected you to be this kind of person. Did you send someone to deliberately provoke Zhong Xiang, to make him fall into the trap?"
This bitch, Yan Ruolan, really, he had been too lenient with her, she has framed his son time and time again.
Zhong Qida’s slap stripped Yan Ruolan of her poise and cultivation. She picked up her purse and swung it at Zhong Qida, "Zhong Qida, you heartless bastard. Your son is a good-for-nothing, and I have never touched him. If I really wanted to do something to him, do you think he would still be out here? And you, you prick, not only do you keep a mistress outside, you dare to lay a hand on me. I am a member of the Gu Family. Do you think you can just hit someone from the Gu Family?"
Afang, seeing Yan Ruolan strike at Zhong Qida, rushed forward to shield him, "Big sister, we didn’t mean to accuse you. If you have to hit someone, hit me."
"You whore, don’t think I wouldn’t dare to hit you. I’ve tolerated you for decades, don’t think that just because you gave birth to a son for Zhong Qida, you can shit on my head. Let me tell you, if I divorce Zhong Qida, he’ll be nothing," Yan Ruolan swung her purse fiercely at her opponent.
Watching Yan Ruolan hit his beloved daughter, Zhong Qida naturally intervened and tussled with Yan Ruolan.
In the scuffle, Yan Ruolan’s purse was ripped open and its contents spilled out.
A teenager, probably around fifteen or sixteen, stood aside with one hand in his pocket, watching it all with a sidelong glance.
If he could choose, he would never be Zhong Qida’s son. The label of being a bastard nearly prevented him from raising his head among his classmates.
He hated his mother, and he hated Zhong Qida even more.
If they hadn’t insisted on bringing him into this world, he wouldn’t have to stoop to such a low.
A few paper wrapped parcels landed on him, then some strands of hair wafted out.
There weren’t many strands, just a few, resembling the fine hair on a newborn baby, delicate and soft.
He picked up a strand and glanced at it, then with a cold smile, tossed away the hair he held, tore several strands off his own head, wrapped the parcels back up, and then threw them back onto the ground, continuing to watch the fight with one hand still in his pocket.
Alone, Yan Ruolan was no match for a husband-and-wife team – her hair was soon in disarray, and she looked like a madwoman, her former elegance and pride nowhere to be seen.
The teenager suddenly yelled towards the police station, "Officer Uncle, there’s a fight here, a group fight. Come quickly and take them away."
If all three of them were taken away, he would be free.
He would leave this place and start anew somewhere no one knew him. How wonderful that would be.
When Afang heard the boy’s voice, she was the first to react in disbelief.
She instantly looked up at the teenager, tears streaming down, fragile as if a gust of wind could knock her down, pitiful enough that any man would feel compelled to protect her, "Honey, how could you say that? Your mom is in this state for whom?"
It was bad enough that her son didn’t intervene in the fight, but to call the cops on them.
What on earth has happened to her son, how could he have become .
Her son wasn’t before, what made him become so cold and heartless.
The youth smiled lightly, a trait unique to young people, "Mom, don’t act so noble. All that you’ve done is just to squeeze into the position of the legitimate wife. Let me tell you, I’ve had enough of this life. If I could choose, I definitely wouldn’t want to be born from your womb. It’s shameful, so shameful." After speaking, the young man didn’t glance at Afang, leaving with one hand in his pocket.
His heart was filled with hatred, filled with resentment.
Why can’t people choose their own birth, he felt ashamed of his own background.
Afang watched as he left, hurrying after him, "Baby, tell Mom, did someone say something to you? I’m telling you, you are Mommy’s treasure, I’m not ashamed at all. If you feel uncomfortable with the label of a bastard, I will definitely work hard to remove that label."
What’s wrong with her son, he must have been instigated by someone, he wasn’t before, how could he say such things.
All she had done was for him, if not for him, what meaning would her life have.
"Enough." The youngster suddenly covered his ears, not wanting to listen to her, "I’ve heard these words countless times since I was young. Why do you have to be with a married man, can’t you just marry someone properly, and let me live a dignified and upright life?"
Afang listened to the young man’s shouting, standing there stunned, tears streaming down her face as she watched him.
He resented her, hated her, didn’t he?
Yes, she hadn’t been able to give him a stable home, nor a stable father.
Sneaking around to meet as a family, is that a home?
Zhong Qida also stepped forward somewhat ingratiatingly, "Baby, listen to Dad. If you want a warm and bright home, Dad will go back and divorce her, marry your mother. Don’t scare your mother. From childhood to now, how much she loves you. Saying such things, you will hurt her."
"Haha." The young man laughed out loud, but there was no sense of joy in his laugh. It was a dry laugh, a fake laugh, and even more so, a mocking laugh, "Count for yourself, how many years have you said such things? Ever since I became sensible, you’ve been saying it. Have you done it? Do you dare?"
"Such words, only a foolish woman like my mom would believe. But she doesn’t understand your obsession with power and money. If you wanted a divorce, would you have waited until now? You can divorce if you want, right now, let me see your determination. Go on." The young man pointed toward the road ahead, signaling that Zhong Qida could go and get a divorce.
Yan Ruolan, listening to the young man’s words, truly felt a sense of satisfaction. She picked up her belongings and put them back in her bag, sneering, "Tsk, look at what kind of mother you are, even your own son can’t stand it. As parents, you need to set a good example for your children. Look at what a mess you’re causing, I’m worried for you. Zhong Qida, your son is right, didn’t you say you wanted a divorce? Let’s go, we’ll do it now. After all, Jiaqi is already grown up, whether or not she has a father makes no difference to her."
Today, whoever doesn’t get a divorce is a dog.
"Who’s fighting here?" A few officers approached, looking at the few people at the door, "Why haven’t you left yet? Are you still planning to go in?"
Seeing one of them, Yan Ruolan approached with a smile, "May I ask if Captain Leng is here?"
Junmei said, just hand her over to Captain Leng when she gets here.