Chapter 453 I Want to Divorce You

There were screams coming from the small house next to the cowshed.

The snow was so heavy and the wind was so cold that the pain was made even more severe by the cold air.

After being beaten to the end, Song Xiangwu vaguely thought of Jiang Beiwang, the man she had stolen for a short time. It would have been great if Jiang Beiwang had not doubted her identity.

It would be better if Jiang Beiwang could treat her better.

Perhaps out of regret or helplessness, Song Xiangwu covered her stomach and cried out.

"Jiang Nancheng, I want to divorce you!"

She was crazy to marry a man like that.

It's better to go out and beg for food than to be with him.

The woman's resolute voice suddenly sobered Jiang Nancheng, who was in a rage.

Looking at the mess on the ground and Song Xiangwu, who was beaten black and blue with blood at the corner of her mouth, he hugged her fearfully: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you."

"Xiang Wu, please don't be angry with me. I was crazy just now and hit you. Please forgive me, okay?"

He hugged Song Xiangwu, feeling filled with regret.

Seeing that Song Xiangwu was only concerned with wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth and refused to pay attention to him, Jiang Nancheng grabbed Song Xiangwu's hand and hit himself in the face: "Don't be angry with me, I was too hungry just now, otherwise how could I bear to hit you."

"Come on, give it back now, and I'll let you beat me until you're satisfied and vent your anger."

Song Xiangwu didn't even look at him.

She had never seen a young man who was fond of romance before, but Song Xiangwu had seen too many men like Jiang Nancheng who would hit people at the drop of a hat.

They are all full of shit.

It's him when he beats you, and it's also him when he pretends to be pitiful.

When you confess afterwards, every word, including punctuation marks, cannot be trusted.

"Go away, I don't want to see you now."

Song Xiangwu struggled to get up, but Jiang Nancheng hugged her and said, "I will never dare to do that again. Please don't leave me."

"Think about the hard life we've been through, and how we've supported each other. You can't just condemn me because I made a mistake."

Song Xiangwu sneered: "Making a mistake, is that what you call a mistake?"

"You want to kill me, Jiang Nancheng. I must divorce you. There is no way I can continue to be with you."

Jiang Nancheng didn't expect her to react so strongly.

"Where can you go now that you're divorced? Jiang Wanwan and Jiang Jun won't care about you. Look at them, they look at you like an enemy."

Enemies...

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.

Song Xiangwu chewed these two words over and over in her mouth, and suddenly something made sense to her.

I see.

Those two children were not so heartless. They saw through her clearly and knew that she was not their biological mother.

No wonder Jiang Wanwan wanted to burn her with fire on New Year’s Eve last year. She probably knew that her mother died in the fire.

After figuring it out, Song Xiangwu smiled foolishly.

Laughing like a madman.

“Hahahahaha… So that’s how it is.”

Jiang Nancheng couldn't understand her: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Xiangwu pushed him away and said, "What I'm laughing at is none of your business. Get out of here."

She got up, grabbed the wet quilt on the ground, bit open the corner of the quilt, and took out a big unity from it.

Jiang Nancheng's eyes widened: "You're still hiding your own money."

Song Xiangwu sneered: "When living with a man, you must keep some things for yourself."

She put on her coat and walked out: "Don't follow me. If you dare to follow me, we're all done for."

Song Xiangwu took the money to the team leader.

Nothing to do in winter.

Last year the production team had a good harvest. After distributing grain to the public, every household got a share of the remaining grain. The team prepared to slaughter the three pigs for the New Year and give some to every household.

As the team leader, Zhang Hongri is happy when his team members live a prosperous life.

He sat on an old, creaking chair, wrapped in a cotton jacket, yawning and humming a cheerful Mongolian song.

After singing, she said happily: "Who is more beautiful than me?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Eh? That's not Song Xiangwu, what is she doing here?"

Zhang Hongri was puzzled when he saw Song Xiangwu come in.

Just as I was thinking about it, Song Xiangwu walked in.

"Song Xiangwu, what's wrong with your face?"

Song Xiangwu pulled her lower lip and said calmly, "Jiang Nancheng called. Captain, I want to make a call. I'll give you the phone bill. Can you lend me the phone?"

Normally Zhang Hongri would definitely not lend it to her, but Song Xiangwu was beaten so badly that he couldn't say no.

"Then you can do it. Remember to hit it quickly."

Song Xiangwu bowed and thanked him: "Can I play alone?"

"It's not convenient to tell others what happened on the phone."

Zhang Hongri glanced at his lockers and other things, all of which were locked: "Okay, hurry up, I'm going outside to smoke a cigarette."

He put on his cotton jacket and took his pipe with him when he left.

Song Xiangwu made a phone call.

It took a long time to get through.

The man on the other side said in a deep and powerful voice: "Hello?"

"It's me, Tian Xiaoling."

Song Xiangwu couldn't help but hold the phone tightly.

The person on the other end of the phone was Dong Shanyuan's father, Dong Hejue.

"I don't know any Tian Xiaoling."

"You're talking nonsense. You were the ones who found me and asked me to imitate Song Xiangwu. I killed Jiang Beiwang for you. I killed people for you. Do you want to kick me out now?"

"Dong Hejue! Don't think I'm so easy to bully."

Dong Hejue laughed: "Look at what nonsense you are talking about. Are you crazy? I don't understand a word you say."

Song Xiangwu took a deep breath: "Are you sure you don't want to help me?"

After using her, throw her away.

It was obvious that they could save her with just a flick of their fingers, but these people were unwilling to save her. They wished that she and Jiang Lin would die in the sandstorm of Inner Mongolia.

The only response she got was the phone being hung up.

Song Xiangwu looked at the phone, sneered and hung up the phone.

Zhang Hongri smoked half a cigarette and looked at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Captain Zhang."

Song Xiangwu's sudden appearance startled him, and the cigarette ash fell between his fingers, burning him so much that he frowned.

"The fight is over."

“It’s pretty fast.”

Song Xiangwu took out the wet money from her pocket.

Zhang Hongri didn't expect her to be so polite all of a sudden: "What are you doing, giving me so much money?"

Song Xiangwu insisted on giving it to him: "Captain, please accept it. I am not a good person, but I can see that you hate me and look down on me, so you are still willing to let someone help Jiang Lin."

"You and Jiang Wanwan are both good people. You hate me but never touch Jiang Lin."

"Compared to you, I deserve what I am now."

She is usually quite loud and arrogant, but she suddenly came here to confess. Zhang Hongri couldn't understand it.

"Jiang Lin is still a child. If an adult does something wrong, he should not be implicated."

Song Xiangwu started crying while laughing.

She shook her head: "I wouldn't..."

Her voice was too soft, and Zhang Hongri didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Song Xiangwu: "I said thank you, you take the money, I want to divorce Jiang Nancheng, and I will go to Jiang Wanwan from now on."