Mother Meng cared most about appearances and said coldly, "Yifei, come back. Since she wants to leave, our Meng Family wonât force her to stay."
Meng Yifei was really about to lose his mind: "Mom, can you just say a little less?"
Mother Meng was angered by her sonâs words: "Meng Yifei, she was the one who brought up the divorce first. Looks like after being gone for a few months, her wings have grown strong. We havenât even blamed her for secretly signing up to be support staff, yet sheâs acting like sheâs superior."
Mother Meng felt that Shen Guqing was trying to make the Meng Family bow down, trying to force Yiran to apologize to her. The Meng Family must never fall for her tricks.
Meng Yiran, who loved drama and didnât mind things getting out of hand, chimed in, "Bro, divorce her. Without the Meng Family, sheâs nothing. Youâre a fine-looking man; there are countless women who want to marry into our family."
Meng Yifei was almost driven mad by these three women: "All of you, shut up! At a time like this, youâre still causing trouble? Gu Qing and I will handle our own affairs. Can you both just stop interfering?"
As he spoke, he stomped his foot hard, venting some of his frustration and resentment.
If Xinyan were here, she would definitely say: "What were you doing earlier?"
Meng Yifeiâs outburst at that moment did nothing to change Shen Guqingâs mind; it only made her find it a bit laughable.
She didnât linger any longer, grabbed her suitcase, and walked out determinedly.
Perhaps Meng Yifei was indeed scared, as he chased out without caring about his mom or sister calling after him: "Gu Qing, donât go."
Shen Guqing had made arrangements earlier, and there was a car waiting outside the yard. Meng Yifei came out and saw Shen Guqing getting into the car: "Gu Qing, wait a second."
Unfortunately, Shen Guqing wasnât going to give him any more chances and directly said to the driver, "Sir, drive."
He didnât catch up, only got a face full of exhaust fumes.
Meng Yifei realized that if he couldnât earn Shen Guqingâs forgiveness today, their marriage might really be coming to an end.
Watching the car drive away, he exclaimed angrily, "Why canât you just give me one more chance, why?"
Mother Meng chased after them and, seeing her sonâs state, was startled: "Yifei, donât be like this, mom is scared."
Meng Yifei heard this and looked coldly at Mother Meng: "Are you satisfied now?"
Mother Meng hadnât expected her son to talk to her like this: "Yifei, what do you mean by that? Shen Guqing brought up the divorce; arenât you mistaken?"
Meng Yifei stared into Mother Mengâs eyes: "If you hadnât teamed up to bully her, would she have asked for a divorce?"
Mother Meng was furious inside, but seeing her sonâs unstable state, afraid of further provoking him and causing trouble, she softly said: "Son, itâs nothing. As long as you donât want a divorce, we definitely wonât let her have her way."
Meng Yiran chimed in at an inappropriate time: "Bro, Shen Guqing doesnât have unrivaled beauty nor a distinguished family background. Her job is just barely decent. Why are you so stubborn?"
Meanwhile, the mother and sons were putting on quite the show. People were peeking through windows, and others came out, crouching by the yard wall to listen to the gossip. People surely have a knack for gossip.
By this time, Shen Guqing had already returned to the hospital dormitory. She hadnât moved back to her mentorâs place because she knew Meng Yifei would still come to bother her, and she didnât want her mentor and mentorâs wife to be troubled by her affairs.
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On the other side, Mr. Du had just seen off a friend and turned to his wife, saying, "I wonder what Qingâer is up to now?"
Mrs. Du naturally understood that her husband was worried about Qingâer being bullied in the Meng Family: "Donât worry too much. Qingâer has figured things out now and shouldnât suffer any more losses."
Mr. Du thought about it and agreed. Shen Guqing had tolerated her mother-in-law and sister-in-law because she didnât want to trouble Meng Yifei. Now that sheâs given up on Meng Yifei, how could she continue enduring them?
Mr. Du took this in but still walked to the telephone: "I still want to call her to set my mind at ease."
Mrs. Du didnât stop him; in fact, she also wanted to know Qingâerâs situation: "Alright, tell her that Iâm making her favorite minced pork dumplings tonight. Ask her if she has time to come back."