Chapter 112 Since Ancient Times, Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law Conflicts Have Been an Unsolved Mystery of the World

Chapter 112 An Age-Old Unsolved Mystery

"Looking for me? Is he crazy? I just met his wife—what am I supposed to say to her? Besides, his wife clearly shows signs of depression and suicidal thoughts. She’s clearly been through hell at home to end up like this."

Su He couldn’t help rolling her eyes, feeling beyond annoyed inside.

Seeing her rant so openly, Fu Tinghua found her adorable.

"Yeah, I already turned him down. Other people’s drama isn’t our business," Fu Tinghua agreed with a nod.

"I’m going back to the village tomorrow morning," Su He suddenly said.

"That soon?" Fu Tinghua felt reluctant.

Due to a shortage of hospital staff, he happened to be scheduled for duty this weekend.

What a shame—Su He and the kids had come, yet he hadn’t even had the chance to take them out properly.

"It’s fine, I’ll be back soon enough."

Fu Tinghua thought about it and realized she was right.

In the afternoon, Su He went to the hospital to visit Wen Yuru.

Inside her ward, a man in an officer’s uniform was doting on her.

"Honey, do you want this? I stood in line forever to get this—it’s amazing."

"Babe, how about an apple? Let me peel one for you."

"Honey, the doctor said you’re almost ready to be discharged. Come home with me then, okay?"

Hearing this, Wen Yuru, who had been ignoring Liu Jianjun, finally lost it.

"Home? That’s not my home. Just leave. Come back when I’m out—we’ll go get our divorce papers."

The man looked miserable and replied helplessly, "I’m not divorcing you."

"Hah, you won’t? Your mother introduced you to setups while we were still married. Before, she could at least say she disliked me because I was sick and couldn’t have kids. But now that I’m pregnant, she still pulls this crap."

As Wen Yuru spoke, she was shaking with rage.

"Honey, don’t think about it anymore. Fine, we’ll get our own place, and we’ll live there together, okay?"

Liu Jianjun was just as stuck. For some reason, his mother and wife just couldn’t get along.

While he was away in the military, his mother had constantly argued with his wife and even secretly arranged setups for him—until his wife found out.

"Liu Jianjun, let’s get a divorce. Pick one—your wife or your mother," Wen Yuru said coldly.

"I... I can’t choose," Liu Jianjun said helplessly.

His current status didn’t allow him to bear the shame of being a bad son.

"Then let’s divorce. Your mother hates me. There’s no way we can coexist peacefully in this lifetime."

Before, she had kept yielding to her mother-in-law. But now, even though she was pregnant and her belly was growing, her mother-in-law was still trying to set him up with other women.

The reason? Some fortune-teller said she wouldn’t pass on the family name.

The baby hasn't even been born yet, and they're already having someone divine the baby's fate?

At the end of the day, her mother-in-law just doesn't like her as a daughter-in-law.

She resented that she couldn’t do manual labor, thinking a daughter-in-law should serve her.

Looking back, she’d been blind, ignoring her parents' advice and insisting on marrying this man.

He was indeed a man with potential, rising quickly through military ranks and earning commendations.

But marriage isn't just about two people—it's about two families.

Her mother-in-law had narrow views, unable to accept that her daughter-in-law was a cultured lady, soft-spoken and graceful, preferring instead women with childbearing hips who could handle farm work and household chores.

Wen Yuru had been a spoiled young miss from a wealthy family since childhood—how could she possibly do those things?

"My mom is old now; you don't need to make a big deal out of it," Liu Jianjun couldn't help but say.

Even now, he still thought Wen Yuru was just being petty, that if he sweet-talked her, she would return with him.

But to his disappointment, this time Wen Yuru was truly resolute.

Since his mother cared nothing for her or her unborn child, she would take her baby far away from that family.

His whole family credited Liu Jianjun's rapid promotions solely to his own abilities.

But without her family’s connections pulling strings, she wanted to see just how far Liu Jianjun could go.

Her resolve to divorce was also influenced by Su He's advice.

Su He was right—you’ve got to put yourself first.

She truly loved Liu Jianjun, and he had always treated her well.

But compared to her, he seemed to love his mother more.

She couldn’t stop a man from being a filial son, but she could walk away from that family in the future.

"I'm not making a big deal out of it—that's why I'm choosing divorce directly," Wen Yuru turned her head away, unwilling to look at Liu Jianjun anymore.

Over the years, his always siding with his mother had worn her down.

Having listened outside for a while, Su He roughly understood the situation.

Since ancient times, conflicts between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law have been age-old problems, breaking up countless families.

Fortunately, Fu Tinghua was already living separately from the Fu family—as long as they didn't live together, conflicts wouldn't be too severe.

But if Su He wanted to win someone over, she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve—if she felt like using them.

Wen Yuru, however, was a young lady from a prominent family. Her mother-in-law disliked her, and despite her attempts, she never gained her favor. Wen Yuru wasn't going to keep groveling either.

Thus, the conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law grew worse, until this incident nearly became a tragedy.

In comparison, Wu Yanhua was practically a dream mother-in-law—so maybe she was actually quite lucky?

Su He composed herself and pushed open the door to enter the ward.

Putting on a surprised tone, she said, "Oh, Yu Ru, you have a visitor?"

"Don’t worry, he’s leaving soon. Sit down."

The second Wen Yuru saw Su He, her mood brightened after being thoroughly upset by Liu Jianjun.

"I’m not going anywhere, *babe*, unless you come home with me."

Liu Jianjun was *clueless*. His wife was still pregnant, yet he kept bringing up topics Wen Yuru didn’t want to hear—what else was he trying to do but upset her?

"I told you, I’m divorcing you. That *isn’t* my home," Wen Yuru snapped, her voice frosty.

"Also, I don’t want to argue with you in front of my friend. Just go."

Kicked out, Liu Jianjun looked at Su He and then at Wen Yuru.

Defeated, he slunk out of the room.

Only after the door closed did Wen Yuru force a faint smile and say to Su He, "Sorry about *the show*."

Su He walked over and sat by her bed, comforting her, "Pfft, *no big deal*. You should know, back then, I *threw down* with two whole families from my husband’s village."

"*Wait*—with *women*?" Wen Yuru immediately forgot her earlier unhappiness and asked with great interest.

"Both men and women."

"You—" Wen Yuru gaped at Su He. "*You fought guys*?"

Su He *paused*...

"Not just fight—I *wiped the floor* with six at once." Su He’s *smug grin* was plastered all over her face.

Funny enough, Wen Yuru *envied* most about Su He the confidence she radiated from within—something she herself lacked.

"*Are you* some secret kung fu prodigy or what?"

If she could *hold her own* against anyone, then maybe there was nothing left to fear. Wen Yuru mused.