Chapter 32: Successful Divorce

Chapter 32: Successful Divorce

"It's Qian Fu."

Ye Xiaoxiao and the others inside the house heard the shouting.

Ye Jianguo's expression was stern. "Since he's here, why is he yelling outside instead of coming in? Let him in!"

In the Ye family, all the children feared Ye Jianguo the most because he had been a soldier, carried a gun, and when he disciplined the kids, it wasn't just threats—he really would hit them.

Qian Fu walked in, saw the people in the room, and his earlier bravado vanished.

"Dad, Uncle, you're here too!"

Ye Jianye wanted to step forward and slap him a few times. "Who's your dad? Don't call me that."

Hearing this, Qian Fu actually relaxed.

He said boldly, "Anyway, I'm here today to divorce Ye Lian. She was the one who proposed it first, so don't blame me."

Ye Jianguo: "If the marriage isn't working, then divorce. No one will say you're wrong, but you shouldn't have hit her. Now you're rushing to divorce. Do you think our Ye family is a pushover?"

Qian Fu scratched his head irritably. "What do you mean? You don't want to divorce now?"

Ye Jianguo glared at him. "The divorce will happen, but the terms are up to us."

Qian Fu looked around the room. "Where's Ye Lian? Get her out here."

Ye Lian and the two children were in the west wing.

Ye Xiaoxiao noticed that the children were too scared to speak after hearing Qian Fu's voice.

The younger one clung tightly to her mother's hand, refusing to let go.

It was clear—if Ye Lian divorced, she would definitely take the children with her. They absolutely couldn't stay with the Qian family.

Ye Lian heard Qian Fu calling her and stood up, saying to the two children, "Stay here. Mom will go outside to talk for a bit."

"Mom, don't leave me," Qian Yunshuang whimpered softly.

Ye Lian's tone was firmer than ever. "Mom won't leave you."

Ye Lian stepped out of the room. "Qian Fu, we can divorce, but the two children will stay with me. Forget the conditions you proposed earlier. You need to write a guarantee that after the divorce, you'll have no ties to the children, and their future weddings or funerals won't concern you."

A few days ago, Ye Lian was the one in a hurry to divorce, but now that his lover was pregnant, Qian Fu was the one in a rush.

Sensing Qian Fu's desperation, Ye Lian seized the chance to negotiate.

Seeing Qian Fu silent, Ye Lian continued, "All these years, I've worked tirelessly for your family. Even if we divorce, you owe me some money. I won't ask for much, just fifty yuan as child support."

Hearing that Ye Lian wanted money from him, Qian Fu's anger overwhelmed his fear of the elders, and he shouted, "How dare you demand money from me! You couldn't even bear a son for our family. What use are you!"

"Qian Fu, having children is a two-person matter. Why are you only blaming my sister?"

Ye Changyuan pushed Qian Fu back as he tried to rush forward.

Qian Fu: "Ye Lian! Just tell me straight—are we divorcing or not? The children can stay with you, but forget about the money!"

Ye Lian never really wanted the money. She only said that because she knew Qian Fu's true nature.

Only by making more extreme demands and leaving room for the other party to bargain can the divorce proceed smoothly.

Ye Lian calmly pulled out two sheets of paper and said, "Alright, I’ve already written the guarantee letter. Sign it. After signing, we’ll go get the divorce certificate."

Qian Fu took the guarantee letter, saw that it didn’t mention any money, and immediately signed it.

Ye Lian put away the guarantee letter, which was the final safeguard she left for her children.

In those days, divorce was quite easy; just sign at the appropriate office and get a divorce certificate.

Ye Lian and Qian Fu went from being a couple to legally strangers in just one hour.

Since they were the first couple in years to file for divorce, the staff handled it quickly.

Once he had the divorce certificate in hand, Qian Fu walked away without a second glance.

Ye Lian carefully read every word on the certificate, thinking to herself... just how simple divorce could be.

There weren’t many possessions of Ye Lian and her two children at the Qian family.

After the smooth divorce, the Ye family didn’t want Ye Lian to even go back to the Qian family again.

Li Guilan hugged her daughter and said, "Come on, let’s get you and the kids some new clothes. From now on, we’re done with that scoundrel."

Ye Lian burst into tears of gratitude, "Thank you, mom."

Li Guilan: "No need to stand on ceremony with family."

The elders didn’t notice that behind them, Ye Xiaoxiao and the other children were quietly huddled together talking.

Ye Changyuan said, "I didn’t expect Qian Fu to fall for it so easily. What’s next?"

Ye Xiaoxiao blinked and said, "Of course, we’ll crush his dreams. That young widow took the money—she’s got to see this through."

Ye Changjun nodded, "Then I’ll go find my friend now and tell him to get things moving."

...

On the other side, Qian Fu, holding the divorce certificate, eagerly couldn’t wait to go find the young widow.

"Juan’er, it’s done—I’m divorced!"

Juanzi took the stamped divorce certificate and said with a smirk, "I didn’t expect you to act so fast."

Qian Fu grinned, "Of course, Juan’er, when will you marry me?"

"Why the rush? After all, today is a good day. Let’s have a drink."

Juanzi stepped into the outer room and returned with a plate of peanuts and a bottle of wine. They sat on the kang and started drinking.

Qian Fu became more and more immersed in the cozy atmosphere, drinking several glasses in a row.

Qian Fu, his words slurred, "Juanzi, let’s kiss..."

Juanzi, seeing him drunk, smiled charmingly, but just before she could speak, voices suddenly came from outside.

"Hey, Qian Fu! You in there? Come out and join us!"

Qian Fu recognized the voice as one of his gambling buddies and immediately felt the urge.

Good news puts you in high spirits, and today he should be on a lucky streak.

"Juan, wait for me tonight. I’ve got something to take care of."

Qian Fu said as he wobbled to get off the heated brick bed.

Juan grabbed him, "I know your usual hangouts. Let me tag along and see what’s up."

Qian Fu: "It’s all men there. What’s a pregnant woman like you gonna do?"

Juan grabbed his ear, a common gesture of scolding in Chinese culture, "What... are you rejecting me now?"

"No, no, we’ll go together."

Qian Fu took Juan to the usual gambling spot.

The place was hidden, with front and back doors for a quick escape.

Inside, four or five people were already there, and Qian Fu eagerly jumped into the game.

He was on a roll today, winning three rounds straight.

Mid-game, someone suddenly claimed they had a stomachache and needed to use the bathroom.

Qian Fu shouted, "You’re not trying to bail because you’re scared of losing, are you?"

"What are you talking about? Come back and keep playing."

"You can run, but you can’t hide. What are you scared of?"

With that, they trickled out of the room.

Qian Fu was riding high, having won more in a few rounds than he usually did in a whole day—a lucky streak he’d never seen before.

He didn’t even notice that, in a flash, only he and the young widow remained in the room.

Bang!

The door flew open, and several uniformed cops stormed in.

The cold blast of air snapped Qian Fu out of it, and he realized it was a police raid.

"Freeze!"

The police immediately started to restrain people.

Someone must have bumped into Juan, because she suddenly clutched her stomach and collapsed.

"My stomach... it hurts."

The arresting officer was baffled—he hadn’t laid a hand on her.

Qian Fu’s eyes were red with rage, "You dare hurt my son? I’ll kill you!"

Qian Fu mustered all his strength, threw off the officer restraining him, grabbed a stool, and smashed it into a cop’s head.

"Ah! Blood... he’s bleeding!"