It was time for Wei Aiguo to return, and everyone was shocked to see him; he had lost a lot of weight. He must have lost at least ten pounds, otherwise it wouldn't have been so obvious.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Yan asked.

"I just have a cold and can't eat much," Wei Aiguo said.

How could a simple cold cause this? Could it be…

“This child, if you’re sick, just come home and let Xiaoyan take a look at you. It’s bad for your health to tough it out like this. You…” Aunt Wei was so angry that she wanted to slap him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Song Yan was very worried about him, while Wei Aiguo was clearly very happy about it.

That evening, Wei Aiguo went out again, but returned quickly. When he came back, Song Yan had many things he wanted to ask him.

"Why so fast today?" Song Yan asked him.

Wei Aiguo simply grunted in response. He didn't go to Lao Zeng's place; he met Lu Xingtian and then returned. "Where's Yueyue!"

Song Yan: "Her mother coaxed her to sleep in that room."

The old lady's intentions were quite clear: she wanted Song Yan to get pregnant again as soon as possible.

"A common cold shouldn't make you lose so much weight. What's wrong with you?" Song Yan wanted to take a look at him.

After washing up, Wei Aiguo got into bed and hugged Song Yan.

Song Yan pushed Wei Aiguo away: "I have something to ask you. I think you and Lao Zeng are both acting very strangely..."

Wei Aiguo kissed him directly, and Song Yan was speechless.

After the kiss, Song Yan still wanted to say something. There were so many things he hadn't said. When Song Yan mentioned divorce, he said he'd think about it; had he come to a decision yet?

"Let me go, let's talk this out! Waaah..." Wei Aiguo covered Song Yan's mouth again.

Wei Aiguo's kiss was passionate and forceful; once he started, he couldn't stop...

When things finally stopped, Song Yan felt a pang of regret. How had he succumbed? He'd been kissed so passionately he was completely disoriented, and he hadn't even used protection today.

Song Yan: "We should make things clear. Do you think you can shut me up by acting like this?"

"That's not it! But one night is really too short. I want you, and I don't want anything else to bother me." With that, Wei Aiguo kissed him again…

Song Yan didn't want to cooperate, but Wei Aiguo was extremely focused. And in these kinds of situations, men have the advantage.

Wei Aiguo has been making trouble all along.

I could hear the sound of doors opening next door.

"It's morning, I'm going to heat up the kang (a heated brick bed)." Wei Aiguo glanced at his watch.

"You bastard, are you crazy? You've been making a scene all night."

"Next time I'm going to bring a knife. If you dare do that again, I'll castrate you." Song Yan said these harsh words, but in reality, he had no strength at all.

"Fine! If I dare touch you again, you can castrate me." Wei Aiguo said very seriously, and then he got dressed.

Song Yan ignored him.

The kang (heated brick bed) warmed up quickly, but Song Yan didn't dare to sleep yet. Wei Aiguo was back, and she felt too embarrassed to sleep in.

Wei Aiguo poured him a glass of warm water. "Have some water!"

Wei Aiguo had his back to Song Yan, his eyes fixed on the window. Song Yan took the opportunity to add a little more water from the second spring. The true effect of the spring water would have to be experienced gradually.

Song Yan felt unwell all over and mentally cursed Wei Aiguo.

After drinking the water, Song Yan felt better and had some energy back.

"Wei Aiguo, what's wrong with you?" Song Yan didn't believe he would do this for no reason.

Wei Aiguo: "I agree to the divorce!"

Song Yan put down his water glass and started getting dressed.

Not hearing Song Yan speak, Wei Aiguo continued, "I'll raise Yueyue. I'll do my best to be a good father. All the money in the house is yours."

Song Yan: "Wei Aiguo, I want my Yueyue to learn piano and traditional Chinese painting when she grows up. She wants to see the world!"

Can you do these things in this remote mountain valley?

Yueyue is my daughter, and I won't let her fall into the hands of a stepmother.

Wei Aiguo: "I will not get married again."

Song Yan chuckled twice; could anyone believe that? By then, she was fully dressed. "Wei Aiguo, you were like a madman last night! You were having a great time, weren't you? And then you tell me you want a divorce! You're asking for it!"

Song Yan executed an over-the-shoulder throw, and Wei Aiguo landed squarely on the ground.

Wei Aiguo was tall and strong, and Song Yan was shorter than her. Logically, a shoulder throw shouldn't have been so easy for her.

Wei Aiguo slowly stood up. "Yueyue, come with me!"

"Impossible! I can give her something better, you can't!" Yueyue is Song Yan's daughter by blood, and he can't give her to anyone else.

“I will cherish her very much. I’ll try to save up some more money for you, okay?” Wei Aiguo’s eyes were full of expectation.

Would Song Yan sell her daughter for money? She kicked him, and Wei Aiguo staggered backward, clutching his stomach and unable to straighten up.

Wei Aiguo neither dodged nor flinched: "I'll let you hit me as much as you want, just give me Yueyue."

“You’re dreaming! If the child is under two years old, they will almost always stay with the mother in a divorce,” Song Yan said.

"Then let's wait until Yueyue is two years old. It'll be soon, just bear with it for a few more days." Wei Aiguo wasn't angry after being hit; every word he spoke was gentle.

His words were so infuriating, Song Yan wanted to retort. "I can file for divorce. Then it has to be a divorce. Why wait until Yueyue is two?"

Wei Aiguo shook his head, "I don't agree that you can't get a divorce. I only want Yueyue!"

"Do you think you're still a soldier? You can't get a divorce just because you don't agree?" Song Yan asked him.

Wei Aiguo pursed his lips, "If you don't agree to let me raise Yueyue, you can't get rid of our marriage. Why bother!"

Song Yan was so angry that he wanted to kick him, but he couldn't get rid of him. Song Yan had never thought of this before.

Wei Aiguo neither dodged nor avoided, leaving Song Yan unable to put his foot down.

Song Yan took a deep breath; otherwise, she would have liked to beat Wei Aiguo up. He had gone completely mad last night, and look at him now—his mind was firmly set on divorce! "Are you absolutely certain that if you don't agree to the divorce, it won't happen? Why?"

Wei Aiguo did not answer.

"I am more educated than you, and I will earn more money than you in the future."

"Yueyue grew up with the brigade leader; she's just a village girl. How can she be the same as a child who grew up in the city?" Song Yan's words broke Wei Aiguo's heart.

Wei Aiguo: "Can't Yueyue stay by my side either? It turns out that no one can stay by my side." He straightened up and slowly walked out.

"Second son, dinner's ready!" Aunt Wei came out and saw her son walking out.

"I'm not eating. I have to go now." Whether he eats or not doesn't matter; Wei Aiguo isn't hungry.

Song Yan watched Wei Aiguo get up and walk outside. Song Yan wondered if he was seeing things. He didn't seem to be lame. Then Song Yan watched Wei Aiguo walk out of the yard; he was indeed lame.

Given the many suspicious points, coupled with the numerous TV dramas and novels Song Yan had watched, he came up with countless possibilities.

Actually, the way to verify this is quite simple: Wei Aiguo is skilled in combat, and I might not be able to subdue him.