Chapter 446 Mom, I Want to Divorce Him

Chapter 446: Mom, I Want a Divorce

"Mom, Xiao Qing is right. We need to stay strong. After all, crying our eyes out here won’t help at all—it’ll just annoy people."

Su Jiao’s tone was gentle, but her words were cutting.

"I’m not like Xiao Qing, who still has time to make trouble at a moment like this. You two can stay here and stand guard. I’ll go home and pack some things Jin’an might need. Doing something practical is much better than just talking."

"Just now, I saw Jin’an’s clothes were all soaked. Who knows if he’ll want something to eat when he wakes up? But with Xiao Qing being a cripple who can’t even take care of herself, there’s no point relying on her. So, all she can do is run her mouth to make herself seem less useless."

"How dare you!" Ai Xiaoqing’s face turned livid.

Lu Yazhi grabbed Ai Xiaoqing’s arm and said to Su Jiao, "Alright, alright, just go and come back quickly. You’re right. I’m clueless anyway, your dad’s nowhere to be found, and Xiao Qing can’t help much..."

Ai Xiaoqing said bitterly, "Yes, it’s all my fault. I can’t do anything but worry uselessly. We’ll just have to rely on Jiao Jiao."

Su Jiao rolled her eyes silently, too lazy to waste words on Ai Xiaoqing, and turned to leave.

That ugly cripple wasn’t even worth her time. Dealing with her was beneath her. If it were the old Jin’an, maybe—but now? Fighting over a cripple?

She could keep him.

Ji Qingqing was humming a tune while doing her makeup when Su Jiao walked in with a cold expression.

Her smile froze as she glanced at the alarm clock on the cabinet, putting on a cheerful tone. "Jiao Jiao, why are you back at this hour?"

Su Jiao slumped onto a chair, head lowered, silent.

Ji Qingqing grew even more puzzled. She set down her things, walked over, and turned Su Jiao’s shoulders toward her. "What’s going on? Why so down?"

"Did your family cause trouble again?"

Su Jiao suddenly said, "Mom, I want a divorce."

Ji Qingqing was shocked. "What’s gotten into you? Divorce isn’t something to take lightly! Xiao Lu is such a good, promising man. We fought hard to secure that marriage—have you lost your mind? What’s there to divorce?"

"Did they give you a hard time again? Didn’t you say Xiao Lu rehired that housekeeper? You’ve got someone to wait on you now—what else do you want? Marriage isn’t child’s play. Don’t just say things like that."

When Su Jiao stayed silent, Ji Qingqing pressed on, "You’re already married. If you leave him, who else could you possibly find? Don’t follow my example—being a stepmother isn’t easy."

Su Jiao twisted away in frustration. "Mom, the Lu family isn’t as glamorous as it seems from the outside. It’s rotten to the core inside—disgusting, even."

Ji Qingqing tried to reason with her. "All marriages have their problems. I’ve been through it—trust me, every household is like this. Most people just know better than to air their dirty laundry in public, so they hide it. Behind closed doors, everyone’s got their own chaos."

"Mom!!!" Su Jiao was too agitated to listen.

Seeing her daughter’s ingratitude, Ji Qingqing’s tone hardened. "I’m telling you, divorce is out of the question. Not only do I disagree, but your father won’t allow it either. Just drop the idea. Seems like you’ve had it too easy—now you’re just looking for trouble."

Su Jiao was furious and no longer held back.

"Mom, you have no idea what kind of family that is. Lu Yazhi and her son are just illegitimate children—mistresses’ spawn! And Lu Jin’an isn’t at all what you think... what you..."

She struggled to say it. "Remember how I told you everything at home was taken by my father-in-law’s first son? The house, the car, the company—all mortgaged. Do you know how we got them back?"

Su Jiao’s face twisted in shame and anger. "It was Lu Jin’an... whoring himself out to some rich old man old enough to be his mother..."

Ji Qingqing widened her eyes and drew out her voice, "What??"

Su Jiao said awkwardly, "It's this matter. Everyone in their family knows. I... I really can't bring myself to say it. Forget about all that—the wealthy businessman is gone anyway. But there's that half-dead old hag at home, that ugly flower queen, Ai, plus those clueless in-laws. The whole house is like a circus of freaks."

"Mom, seriously, if I stay in that house any longer, I'll go insane. The main thing is, something's happened to Lu Jin'an now. He didn't come back all last night, and no one knows where he went. This morning, he was found at a construction site—his face beaten to a pulp, skin gone, and his hand chopped off. Tell me, what hope do I have left with someone like him?"

Ji Qingqing said in disbelief, "You... what nonsense are you spouting?"

Su Jiao suddenly raised her voice, "Do I look like I'm spouting nonsense? I just came from the hospital to ask for your advice. Lu Jin'an is still in the operating room, fighting for his life!"

"Just tell me what to do! Maybe I won’t even need a divorce. Lu Jin'an's accidents never stop—either he gets hit by a motorcycle, or he’s pushed into a lake from Wanfang Ancient Tower, or he crashes into a kite string while riding. And now he’s crippled and disfigured."

"Who knows what’ll happen next? He doesn’t seem like he’ll live long. I might skip the divorce and go straight to widowhood."

Hearing Su Jiao’s words, Ji Qingqing began to entertain other thoughts. But after weighing everything, she still advised Su Jiao to endure it a little longer. "Now isn’t the time for divorce. Even if Lu Jin'an is crippled, his family’s wealth is still there—far better off than most. And there’s still your father-in-law."

"Jiao Jiao, Mom’s got your best interests at heart. Even if your home life is messy, look at what you wear, what you eat, where you live, what you use—could regular folks even dream of this?"

"If you were in another household, eating meat only a few times a year, buying new clothes once every few years, worrying about daily necessities all the time—then you’d realize how good you have it now. As for men, as long as he gives you what you want, just humor him. If you don’t like his face, find yourself a pretty boy on the side..."

Su Jiao frowned irritably. "Mom, what nonsense are you saying? I came here to give you a heads-up—I won’t give up. Just brace yourself."

"Hey—Jiao Jiao—"

After Su Jiao left, Ji Qingqing glanced at the schedule on the cabinet. With no time to dwell on it, she quickly changed clothes, took a basket, and headed out.

Meanwhile.

After Ren Shan left, Chen Aru wept her heart out, then completely transformed.

She wanted to drag Ai Xiaoqing and Lu Jin'an to hell with her, but then she ran into Ren Shan, who told her Xiao Lan still cared about her till the end.

She started going to bed early and waking up early to take care of her health. Her emotions became eerily stable, and the poise of her glory days as the bureau chief’s wife returned to her.

She spent a long time plotting scheme after scheme against Ai Xiaoqing and Lu Jin'an.

Then she crossed them out one by one, choosing the best one—one that would send both of them to hell while keeping her hands spotless.

Most importantly, it would be like slow-boiling a frog, slicing skin with a blunt blade—grinding them down with despair, dangling hope before snatching it away, letting them scale the heights just to tumble and crash from the summit.