Yun Congjun glared at Jiang Huanqing ferociously. "Move away. Even if we've divorced, I'm still her dad; it's right for me to discipline her."
Jiang Huanqing refused to budge.
Yun Hua stuck her head out and yelled at Yun Congjun, "Dad, you can discipline me, but I've discussed it with Mom. I think it's better if both of you don't divorce. If you two divorce, won't my marriage agreement with the Qi family be nullified? Don't divorce. Mom, don't divorce Dad."
Jiang Huanqing's lips pressed tightly against each other as she looked at Yun Hua, but did not make a sound.
Yun Congjun's blood boiled even more at that moment.
He immediately glared at Jiang Huanqing harshly. "You won't let me discipline her, right? Fine. Anyway, we're going to divorce really soon. She will follow you! In the future, no matter how ill-mannered she is, it'll all be your fault. It'll have nothing to do with me."
"No! Dad, I think that Mom and I did you wrong yesterday. We don't want anything, but you two can't divorce. No way! I still want to marry Senior Qi and be his fiancée!" Yun Hua purposely acted like she was regretful.
Yun Congjun grunted. "Didn't you ask me to give you an answer yesterday? I have an answer now. I agree to a divorce. We'll settle the papers tomorrow morning. I can't afford to handle either of you.
After he finished his sentence, Yun Congjun hugged Xiao Qiuci's waist with one hand and held Xiao Ruyue with the other. His previous stern and furious demeanor immediately turned warm and gentle. "Xiao Ci, Yue Yue, let's go. I'll settle the divorce papers tomorrow. After that, we'll immediately get married. In the future, no one will ever say bad things about the both of you."
Xiao Qiuci's eyes turned red as her tears silently fell. Xiao Ruyue was beyond emotional as she looked at Yun Congjun with much admiration. Yun Congjun really enjoyed this gaze of hers.
…
After the trio left, Yun Hua pulled Jiang Huanqing and sat down on the couch with her.
"Mom, are you still upset?" asked Yun Hua.
Jiang Huanqing took a deep breath and laughed bitterly. "Sort of. It's been so many years… Oh, yeah. Hua Hua, about the Qi family's marriage agreement, you…"
"Don't worry, Mom. I never wanted that marriage agreement. My background and the Qi family's background are totally incompatible. I can't even handle a village family's tricks, let alone the tricks of the heart and mind from an established family like the Qi family.
Yun Hua hugged Jiang Huanqing's arm and smiled. "Mom, do you know why Dad wanted to divorce you so quickly?
Jiang Huanqing knitted her brows. "Isn't it because I found out about it?"
"That's partly true, but there's also another reason. It's because of the Qi family's marriage agreement. In his eyes, I'm not even worthy of holding the Qi family's shoes, but Xiao Ruyue is different. He hoped that the Qi family would take a liking to Xiao Ruyue, allowing her to be the one to fulfill the marriage agreement. He would then become the Qi family's in-law, allowing his company to be much more successful."
Jiang Huanqing pressed her lips tightly. "No wonder… No wonder he still agreed, even when you asked for so much money."
"Yep. So don't be burdened, Mom. Tomorrow, you'll officiate your divorce. Make sure that all the conditions he agreed to are in black and white so that he can't even regret it in the future."
"…Okay."
After settling all of this, Yun Hua finally heaved a sigh of relief.
She entered the study again. From now on, she would not need to worry about getting scolded by Yun Congjun for using the computer.
Turning on the computer, she logged in to her QQ account that she created earlier. "Ahem… ahem…"
The system rang a few times because someone added her as a friend.
Clicking on the small trumpet, she could see a message—'Tang Tang adds you as a friend.' This notification was attached to another message—''I'm Penguin's literature editor, Tang Tang. Your work has reached the standard of signing a contract.'
Second message: 'Draw Fleeting Life, I'm your editor—Tang Tang—are you there?'
Third message: 'Draw Fleeting Life, your works are great. I'm your editor—Tang Tang—please…'