Ding Jianye naturally didn't want to deal with this. He didn't even want to see Song Zhenzhen again; it made him sick. So he pushed it away, unable to get away, and asked the guards at the post to stop the man. If all else failed, he'd go into the family compound and ask his mother to handle the matter.

So Zhao Lanqi was called out.

They were once mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and now when they meet again, both of them have red eyes.

He was so angry that his eyes turned red.

Zhao Lanqi hated Song Zhenzhen for harming her precious son, forcing her to remarry, and for ruining her reputation.

Song Zhenzhen hated Zhao Lanzhen for interfering in her and Ding Jianye's affairs and breaking their happy marriage into pieces. If the old woman hadn't chased her all the way here from Beijing, she and Jianye might have had a child. It was all this old witch's fault.

So, as soon as the two met, they started arguing without saying a word.

Zhao Lanqi is no match for Song Zhenzhen.

Song Zhenzhen is not only young and strong, she also has decades of experience as a shrew in the countryside. She is very skilled in pulling hair, hitting chests and kicking hips.

Finally, the soldiers at the guard post forcibly separated the two. Zhao Lanqi's face was bruised, her clothes were torn, and several private parts of her body were in great pain. She was so angry that she was shaking.

Song Zhenzhen brushed her messy hair back and looked at Zhao Lanqi coldly, "Do you think that just because you forced Jianye and I to get a divorce, that's all? Haha—you wishful thinking. Don't forget how Jianye and I got married."

Zhao Lanqi's expression changed, and he stared at Song Zhenzhen with murderous eyes, "Shut up!"

"Want me to shut up? Not here." Song Zhenzhen was sure of Zhao Lanqi. She didn't believe that Zhao Lanqi would dare to break the jar and say it out loud, which would not only be embarrassing but also a violation of discipline. She couldn't joke about Ding Jianye's future.

"You are shameless, and you still have the nerve to talk here. You know exactly what happened. Now that you are divorced, you should go back to Beijing and stop embarrassing yourself here." Zhao Lanqi roared.

Song Zhenzhen didn't buy her trick.

"I know what's going on here, but not everyone else, not even the military leaders. I have to explain."

Seeing that she was about to speak, Zhao Lanqi was furious and anxious. He rushed forward and covered her mouth, "What exactly do you want?"

Song Zhenzhen pushed Zhao Lanxi away. "Don't you know what I want? I love Jianye. We finally got married, but you insisted on forcing us apart. Are you satisfied now? I tell you, Zhao Lanxi, if I can't remarry Jianye, I won't live anymore. I don't care about face value. You can do whatever you want."

Threats, vague threats.

But Zhao Lanqi still fell for it. She thought that as long as Jianye and Song Zhenzhen divorced, they would no longer have a marriage relationship, and Song Zhenzhen would have no reason to pester Jianye anymore. They could each go their separate ways, and Jianye would be able to find a satisfactory wife again.

But now it seems that she was too naive and thought too highly of Song Zhenzhen.

"Let's go back and talk later." Zhao Lanqi was really afraid that Song Zhenzhen would get angry and tell him about her and Jianye's pre-marital affairs. The key point was that Song Zhenzhen said that Jianye forced her while she was drunk.