Chapter 340: Let’s Part Ways

Chapter 340: Let's Part Ways

Yang Quanyu, after all, was only four years old. Seeing Yang Zheming's shocked expression, he immediately started crying, calling out to his father: "...Dad, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to play with my sister, and accidentally..."

Pei Qin also reacted quickly, kneeling down and crying: "Husband, please forgive Quanyu. He's only four, still a child, he doesn't understand the consequences..."

The mother and son cried and pleaded for mercy. Yang Zheming hesitated slightly, and Pei Qin seized the moment to clutch her stomach, showing a bit of pain: "...Ah..."

Yang Zheming immediately forgot about everything else, quickly helped Pei Qin up from the ground, and urgently called for someone to fetch a doctor.

As for Yang Quanyu feeding Ling Jier the pearl, it seemed to fade into insignificance.

Although she had mentally prepared for this, Fan Pingfang's expression remained grim.

Pei Qin leaned on Yang Zheming, shooting Fan Pingfang a provocative and triumphant look.

Xingxing saw it all too clearly.

Even four-year-old Yang Quanyu wore a smug expression.

Inside the room.

Upon hearing that his daughter had been fed a pearl, Yang Zheming, who had earlier neglected to call for a doctor, now looked worried and asked the doctor called for Pei Qin: "How is she?"

Pei Qin was merely feigning; there was nothing seriously wrong. The doctor could only hint that pregnant women often overthink, without even prescribing any medication, just advising her to rest well.

Others, such as Xingxing, saw it all too clearly, but Yang Zheming, oblivious like a fool, noticed nothing amiss and even breathed a sigh of relief, politely instructing the servants to escort the doctor out.

Not a word was mentioned about Ling Jier.

Fan Pingfang regarded Yang Zheming with an unprecedented coldness.

Pei Qin leaned on the pillow, weak yet understanding, saying to Yang Zheming: "Husband, I'm fine. Why don't you go check on Ling Jier. It's just that Quanyu is young and doesn't understand the consequences..."

As she spoke, Pei Qin cast a subtle glance at Fan Pingfang, her words were exceedingly gentle, making the provocation in her eyes all the more blatant.

Yang Zheming was deeply moved and also glanced at Fan Pingfang.

The meaning of this glance was clear—look, look, see how understanding Pei Qin is!

Though Fan Pingfang had already given up on Yang Zheming, she was still driven to a cold laugh.

She took a deep breath but coldly brought up the old topic again: "Now that it's clear that Yang Quanyu intentionally tried to harm Ling Jier, and Ling Jier is still young, I cannot agree to Yang Quanyu staying in the Yang family."

Yang Zheming clearly didn't expect Fan Pingfang to still hold onto this matter. His face showed a bit of anger: "Madam! Quanyu has already admitted his mistake, why are you still being so relentless!"

Pei Qin added fuel to the fire—she struggled to get out of bed, crying: "I kowtow to you, Madam, please spare Quanyu..."

This made it seem as if Fan Pingfang was deliberately targeting Quanyu.

Yang Zheming quickly held Pei Qin back, instructing her to rest well, while becoming even more furious with Fan Pingfang!

"You are too much, too unreasonable!" Yang Zheming shouted angrily.

Fan Pingfang watched coldly, feeling nothing but absurdity and amusement.

Xingxing couldn't take it anymore.

A troublemaking concubine, a man who blindly favors the concubine, and a four-year-old stepson who is already vicious enough to try to kill his sister... what a terrible environment!

Xingxing quickly pulled Fan Pingfang aside.

Yang Zheming, mindful of Xingxing's status, held his tongue and could only glare.

Given how close Xingxing and Fan Pingfang were, Xingxing got straight to the point, lowering her voice to ask, "Sister Fan, given the situation, don’t you want a divorce?"

Fan Pingfang let out a bitter laugh, "Of course, I want a divorce. But if I divorce, what future would Ling Jier have in this family?"

Xingxing paused, then said carefully, "...Sister Fan, you know, my big brother is moving our whole family to the capital. My big brother is a general. What if we use his influence to make sure you can take Ling Jier with you after the divorce?"

Fan Pingfang was stunned, but then a glimmer of hope lit up her eyes, making her seem to glow with vitality.

Fan Pingfang asked, her voice trembling, "...Is that really possible?"

Xingxing couldn’t promise, as she had never used her brother’s influence before.

But she still firmly grasped Fan Pingfang’s hand, "Let’s try. Sister Fan, do it for Ling Jier’s sake."

Tears welling up, Fan Pingfang nodded without a second thought.

Ever since the hope of taking Ling Jier after the divorce arose, Fan Pingfang seemed to come alive, a stark contrast to her previously lifeless and angry demeanor.

Yang Zheming seemed to notice the change in Fan Pingfang and called out uncertainly, "Madam."

Fan Pingfang smiled at Yang Zheming, leaving him speechless.

Ever since he brought Pei Qin and Yang Quanyu into the Yang family, Fan Pingfang had never smiled at him.

That smile made Yang Zheming’s heart skip a beat.

Pei Qin, however, looked uneasy and sat up straighter.

Fan Pingfang said, "Yang Zheming, let's get a divorce."

At this, Pei Qin could barely hide her delight.

But before Pei Qin could rejoice for long, Yang Zheming shouted vehemently, "No! I won't agree!"

Pei Qin's face immediately turned sour.

Fan Pingfang was taken aback by Yang Zheming’s refusal but patiently asked, "Why not? You and Pei Qin are so close, you’ve always chosen her over me, your lawful wife. Isn’t that a love stronger than gold?"

Yang Zheming’s face flushed, then paled, and he gritted his teeth, "So you're bothered by this. In the future, I'll be more careful... but divorce is out of the question!"

Pei Qin bit her lower lip and remained silent.

Fan Pingfang remained patient, speaking calmly, "But I’ve completely lost faith in you. When we were discussing marriage, you promised my parents that if we didn't have a legitimate son by the age of forty, you would stop the contraceptive measures for the concubines. And what happened?... It was a complete lie. Even before we were married, you had already fathered a son with someone else and raised him on the estate. You’re deceitful and shameless. If I don't divorce you, what's the point of staying?"

Fan Pingfang spoke very calmly, even when berating Yang Zheming, her tone as mild as if she were discussing the weather.

With Xingxing still present, Yang Zheming felt his entire face was being trampled under Fan Pingfang's feet as she berated him in front of others.

His face turned red, then quickly paled.

"You... shrew!" Yang Zheming cursed in anger.

But Fan Pingfang wasn't the least bit annoyed.

Having already been thoroughly disgusted by Yang Zheming and Pei Qin, Yang Zheming's weak insult meant nothing to her.

Fan Pingfang even nodded in agreement, "Yes, that's right, I am a shrew. So can we hurry up and get a divorce?"