Divorce.
Again, divorce.
A glint sharp as an arrow flashed in Fan Ju's eyes. His mother flinched, but upon closer inspection, she saw nothing out of the ordinary and thought she might have been seeing things.
"Xiao Ju, your mother is doing this for your own good. You're my only son; of course, I have great expectations for you. This time, just listen to your mother, and later, I'll find you an even more outstanding wife who is a better match for you," his mother's tone softened as she implored earnestly.
"Thank you, Mother, for being so 'considerate' of me."
Fan Ju's carefree laugh rang out, "It's just that, being stuffed with a woman like this, once is enough. If it happens a second time, it would be my incompetence."
Upon hearing this, his mother was stunned. "What do you mean by that?"
She looked up to see the deviant and mischievous Fan Ju before her, suddenly realizing she could no longer read him.
