Chapter 121 How Cruel the Old Lady Is

He felt sorry for them, and that divorce and setting them free was the best option. Not divorcing would be even more unfair to them.

"Rongrong, do you miss your dad?"

His injured arm was still bandaged around his neck, and the wound was large and deep, hanging on his chest for protection.

The uninjured arm was holding my daughter.

She was nine years old, but so thin that she was picked up in one hand.

Feng Rongrong didn't ask whether she missed him or not, but asked him, "Dad, does it hurt?"

Feng Feng shook his head and gave an ugly smile, "It doesn't hurt."

"Then I'll go back to see you in a few days."

Feng Feng cried and laughed, and nodded, "Okay."

He looked at Lu Lan and said, "Have you told her?"

Lu Lan responded: "Yes, Rongrong is more understanding than I thought. She said she doesn't want her father to be without a son to support him in his old age, so she supports our divorce."

Son, son again?

In the past, he always wanted a son. Even if his wife was unable to have one, he wanted to adopt his nephew as his son.

But now, when he heard the word "son", he found it extremely ironic.

"Okay, let's go and do the formalities."

Both of them were willing to divorce, and had no objections to the division of property, child custody, etc., so the divorce went smoothly.

A few minutes later, the two got their divorce certificate.

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It was more than ten miles, and Feng Feng walked for more than an hour under the scorching sun before he got home.

When he came back, he was holding a packet of medicine in his hand.

Even though I've been discharged from the hospital, I still have to take the medicine for a few days.

The wound on the arm also needs to be dressed.

He hadn't taken care of himself for a few days and his face was covered with stubble.

Because of his disease, Lu Lan wanted to divorce him, his elder brother and his mother didn't care about his life or death, and a series of other blows made him feel hopeless and like a walking corpse.

According to the villagers, his eyes are now wooden.

"Feng Feng, are you cured?"

"You have such a severe fever, are you out of your mind?"

The villagers were unaware of the emotional blow he had suffered and saw that he looked like a log, thinking that he had been burned too badly and his brain was damaged.

When Old Mrs. Qian learned that he had returned alive, she hurried over to see him.

"Second brother, you are not tired, right?"

Feng Feng didn't say anything and just sat there like an idiot.

Old Mrs. Qian looked at him for a long while, then slapped her thigh and said, "Oh, are you really stupid? Oh my God, what should I do? If you are stupid, what should I do? Your nephew is still waiting for you to support him."

"Why are you coming back alone? Where's Lu Lan? Where did that damned woman go? Bring her back and she'll take good care of you. No matter what, she has to take care of you and heal your wounds. A house can't do without a woman who can cook."

Feng Feng then slowly raised his head, "She won't come back."

"What? Where has she been? This shameless bitch, not only did she embarrass herself by showing up in public, but she also didn't come back? What else is she going to do if she doesn't come back? I'm afraid she ran off with some random guy."