Qiao Yunni's face was deathly pale, her lips trembled and she couldn't utter a single word, her eyes staring straight at Song Ruier.

She held onto a sliver of hope that Song Ruier was bewitched, that he was young and ignorant, and that with a large group of his family members coming to scold and teach him a lesson, he would eventually see the error of his ways.

Even after the letter of severing ties was written, he remained unmoved.

As the letter to sever ties drew ever closer, Madam Qiao gripped Song Lian'er's hand tightly; she didn't want to go any further.

Song Lian'er felt somewhat helpless, but she could understand her feelings, after all, she had been pregnant for ten months and raised her son for so many years.

Song Ruier didn't even glance at the mother and daughter. She quickly walked over to Song Lao Er, pressed her thumb into the inkpad without hesitation, and then pressed it onto the name that Wang Xiucai was pointing to.

At this moment, Qiao Yunni's eyes were filled with despair and disillusionment. She felt as if a piece of flesh had been forever cut from her heart.

She swayed and lost her balance, but fortunately Song Lian'er steadied her, and Sister-in-law Feng from the Qiao family also supported her arm.

"What's there to miss about such a heartless bastard?"

Qiao Yunni simply shook her head, not wanting to speak.

The Qiao family was filled with righteous indignation and gritted their teeth, all wanting to get rid of this bastard.

But they all kept quiet about it, so they decided that from now on, Song Ruier would have nothing to do with them anymore.

"Aren't you going to put your fingerprints on it?" Song Ruier looked coldly at the mother and daughter. "I have my own parents to take care of. You two were kicked out of your home. Don't pin your hopes on me. I'm telling you, that's impossible."

"You're quick to grab shit like a dog, but I don't want to press it anymore?" Song Lian'er cursed.

"Who knows who will be asking whom for help in the future."

As he spoke, he readily pressed his handprint on the document.

Wang Xiucai glanced at Song Lian'er; on the two copies of the severance document, he had not yet mentioned Song Lian'er's name.

This girl can read.

However, he didn't say anything.

Looking at Qiao Yunni, who was heartbroken and crying, I sighed silently.

He said, "Qiao Jia'er, let bygones be bygones. You still have a daughter."

Qiao Yunni's frozen face twitched, and a hint of warmth appeared in her eyes.

Yes, she still has Lianbao. Even if she doesn't want to live anymore, the thought of having Lianbao gives her a little motivation.

She glanced at Song Ruier again, who looked disgusted and impatient, thinking that she was too slow.

Qiao Yunni gritted her teeth, her hands trembling violently, and finally managed to press the inkpad onto the last blank name, enduring the almost numb, cracking pain.

Then, as if all her strength had been drained, she slipped and fainted.

The Qiao family quickly helped Qiao Yunni to join their side.

Grandma Qiao held her limp daughter in her arms, her withered fingers stroking her face and wiping away the tears that kept overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

"You've worked hard, Ni'er."

Song Lian'er put away one of the letters severing ties: "And the divorce papers, Scholar Wang, write them down."