"Mom, a forced lon isn’t sweet," Muu Qiuchen said painfully, "You’ve angered Grandpa and Grandma to death, there’s a rift between my dad and you. If you continue to be together, nobody will be happy; better to separate, Mom..."
He held Yang Jiezhen’s wrist, trying to persuade her: "Don’t worry, even if you and Dad divorce, you’ll still be my mom..."
"What are you saying? Do you know what you’re saying?" Yang Jiezhen suddenly erupted, raising her hand to slap him and pushed him forcefully: "Muu Qiuchen, are you insane? You actually support your dad and Mom’s divorce? Are you still my son? How can you agree to and your dad getting divorced? I love your dad, we are a family! How can we split up? Are you crazy? Are you crazy?"
She used all her strength in that slap, causing Muu Qiuchen’s face to turn aside.
Muu Qiuchen’s face went numb, and monts later, it started to burn painfully.
He touched his face, closed his eyes, unwilling to say anything further.
Does he really wish for his parents to divorce?
No.
Of course not.
There probably aren’t many children in this world who wish for their parents to divorce.
But right now, his dad hates his mom to the bone; divorce is inevitable, and no amount of persuasion can change that.
Even if his mom clings stubbornly, refusing to divorce, their future won’t be a good one.
He understands this clearly.
However, his mom doesn’t understand.
"I won’t divorce, I won’t divorce, I’d rather die than divorce!" Yang Jiezhen rushed in front of Muu Wansen, grabbing his arms and shaking him desperately, eyes full of madness: "Muu Wansen, I’m telling you, in life, I’m yours, in death, I’m your ghost! Even if I die, I won’t divorce, I won’t!"
"It’s your choice not to agree, but I will file for divorce in court. The court will enforce it!" Muu Wansen pushed her away forcefully, coldly saying: "Alive, I don’t want you; dead, I still don’t want you as a ghost. Once we’re divorced, I’ll pretend I never knew you, I won’t see you again!"
He turned around and walked over to Muu Qingwan, placing a hand on her shoulder: "Wanwan, stop crying; let’s take your Grandpa ho."
Yang Jiezhen’s eyeballs followed Muu Wansen’s figure, finally landing on Muu Qingwan.
Her eyes widened little by little.
She stared at Muu Qingwan for a long ti, suddenly rushing toward Muu Qingwan, hands clawing at her neck.
Her hair was disheveled, face grotesque, like she’d gone mad: "It’s you! You’re the one causing this! You made Shuangshuang go to jail, you made Brother Sen want to divorce , you killed your Grandpa and Grandma, you, it was all you!"
"Wanwan!" Yun Jue urgently pushed Yang Jiezhen away.
Yang Jiezhen stumbled back, "Bang!" Her head hit the corner of another hospital bed behind her.
Yang Jiezhen let out a miserable cry, her head sliding off the bed corner and hitting the floor.
Crimson blood oozed from her skull, quickly staining the ground.
Ye Xingbei was startled, imdiately shouting, "Doctor."
Gu Junzhu signaled to Gu Qingrun.
Gu Qingrun nodded at him and hurriedly stepped forward to check.
At this mont, Ye Xingbei and Gu Junzhu were thinking the sa thing... Yang Jiezhen must not die.
A head injury can range from minor to severe.
Severe enough, and death is possible.
Although Yang Jiezhen is vile, she doesn’t deserve death, especially not at Yun Jue’s hands.
Even though Muu Qingwan is deeply resentful towards Yang Jiezhen right now, Yang Jiezhen is still her biological mother.
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