Reborn in the ’80s: Pampered to the Heavens by the Military Officer After Divorce

“Chasing His Wife at the Crematorium with a Second Male Lead Rising – A Strong Female Lead’s Career-Focused Retro Revenge Story. No Forgiveness, No Looking Back!”

Because she slapped ...

Chapter 511 Huanhuan wants a divorce, so do we!

Second Aunt Shen was anxious: "Otherwise, the child's matter has been resolved, what should you do with the house if you want a divorce?"

Apart from her children and her house, she had nothing else in her mind.

Uncle Shen's face was numb, and he interrupted her: "Didn't you receive a call from the hospital?"

"What call?" Aunt Shen was puzzled. She had been running around to deal with the child's household registration during this period. Because it had to be registered on the mother's body and Zhao Youan's cooperation was needed, there were more procedures.

How could she have the time to take care of hospital affairs? Her daughter had already been discharged, hadn't she?

The child's household registration was officially settled yesterday, and she was given a name, Shen. Compared with Shen Huan and Shen Le, you can tell from the name how much hope is placed on them.

Uncle Shen looked at her with a frighteningly cold expression: "The child was born prematurely and stayed in the incubator for a whole month. You never looked at him, nor did you ask who would pay for the medical expenses."

Second Aunt Shen choked for a moment, but soon she became confident and said, "I know that my sister-in-law gave money, so what? At the beginning, the two of them almost died outside, and her three children were also saved by me while I was hungry. I even had a miscarriage for her three children. She owes me this!"

Uncle Shen looked at her calmly: "If Wen Bo and the others hadn't happened, you would have had a miscarriage as well, but you couldn't accept it in your heart, and you had to find a reason to make yourself feel better. Do you have to let me say it?"

Over the years, the mask has been torn off. It is undeniable that Aunt Shen was very good to the three brothers of the Shen family, but she had a miscarriage because she fell and lost the child, and it had nothing to do with hunger.

She was pregnant at that time, and no matter how cowardly and incompetent he was, he would not let the whole family save food for a pregnant woman. But with three more children, it was true that they often did not have enough to eat.

Over the years, because of this kindness, how much have my brother and sister-in-law helped them?

She had forgotten all of these. She only remembered the favors she had shown to others, and completely forgot the favors others had shown to her.

Second Aunt Shen looked away: "I know it was not right to fight with Shen Subai for the house before, but now I have let it go. I will just take care of the two children and I won't care about those things anymore. Now that we have Yao Wei, the hole in my heart has been filled."

Uncle Shen said expressionlessly: "The child is gone."

"What did you say?"

Second Aunt Shen looked up suddenly. She didn't seem to hear Second Uncle Shen's words clearly. She looked at Shen Huan again, her hands shaking a little: "Huan Huan, what nonsense is your father talking about?"

Chen Huan's eyes were hollow, and he looked at her with a strange look, his tone was painful but seemed very happy: "Mom, I was hit so hard that I almost died on the operating table. It's my luck that I survived, but it's a pity that my son was unlucky and he didn't make it."

The child was too young. After being in the incubator for such a long time, he still died...

Second Aunt Shen was completely frozen there, staring blankly at the household registration booklet she had just taken back. It was the one she registered in the Shen family's household registration yesterday. There was a boy named Shen, and a boy from their second family!

How could it be gone? How could it be gone?

Aunt Shen's mind went blank. She moved her lips and finally squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Huanhuan, I know you are angry with your mother..."

Shen Huan repeated again: "The child is gone."

“How could it be gone!”

Second Aunt Shen screamed, and she stuffed the household registration booklet into Shen Huan's arms, digging her nails deeply into Shen Huan's arm: "He is your son, how can he be gone! What nonsense are you talking about? Just because I don't let you divorce Zhao Youan, you lie like this? Take me to see the child, take me to see the child!"

Chen Huan said the same thing: "The child is gone, how many times do you want me to say it?"

She didn't take the household registration booklet and it fell to the ground with a thud.

Aunt Shen was stunned for a long time before she hurriedly picked it up: "Don't make it dirty, there's the child's name on it..."

But no one paid any attention to her. Even Uncle Shen, who usually loved her the most, just stood there and looked at her with cold eyes.

The room became quiet.

After a while, Aunt Shen finally wiped the dirt off the household registration book, and then she heard Uncle Shen's voice above her head, with unprecedented dismay: "Bai Lan, let's get a divorce."

The old-style family compound was small but cozy, with an old-style wall clock ticking away. A yellowed "family portrait" was posted on the wall. It was a photo taken when Chen Huan was ten years old and she paid a lot of money to take it in a photo studio.

In the photo, Second Aunt Shen looked at her two daughters with warm and loving eyes.

But when the camera turned, she stood up with disheveled hair, like a devil, and pushed Chen Huan onto the cold operating table, using the words "Mom, this is for your own good" to find an excuse for the desires in her heart.

The household registration booklet in Aunt Shen's hand fell again, but this time she didn't have time to pick it up. She stared at her husband in a daze: "What did you say?"

Uncle Shen closed his eyes and said, "Let's get a divorce. I'll leave the house to you and I'll live at the company."

The ticking sound of the old wall clock became deafening...

Second Aunt Shen wanted to make herself look less vulnerable, but she opened her mouth and finally said, "Is it because I don't let Huanhuan and Youan divorce? But I'm doing this for her own good? Or is it because the child is gone and Huanhuan is still young and can still have children?"

Chen Huan suddenly laughed out loud, tears rolling down her cheeks: "Can I still have a baby? Mom, I've been in the hospital for a whole month! What were you doing during this month? You never asked the doctor how I was! I've injured my uterus, I'm afraid I'll never have a child of my own in this lifetime!"

Aunt Shen was finally stunned. She slowly opened her eyes and shook her head desperately: "Impossible, impossible, it's just premature birth..."

But when he was sent to the hospital, Zhao Youan still said that he had no money to pay the medical expenses. It was only when Uncle Shen rushed over that he paid the money. What was Aunt Shen doing at that time? She chased after the doctor and asked anxiously, was the child who almost killed Shen Huan a boy or a girl!

Tears flowed from Uncle Shen's eyes. He always thought that it was nothing to be cowardly. Aunt Shen had a strong personality, and he did not fight or compete. This was how they complemented each other, and their family of four lived happily every day.

But he never thought that because he gave in step by step, his daughter was in such a state...

Aunt Shen bit her lips tightly: "It's okay, it's okay, there's still Lele..."

Hearing this, Uncle Shen was almost instantly horrified. He stood up suddenly: "Li 냫 Lan, let's get divorced! I won't let you manipulate Lele 놅's marriage again!"

Second Aunt Shen refused to believe that he could make such a decision: "Shen Yuelin, you can't put all the blame on me! I did it for Huanhuan's good, Yuelin, I never did it for myself, we have lived a lifetime..."

Uncle Shen interrupted her: "You know what you promised the Cheng family and what you did! Huanhuan wants a divorce, so we want a divorce too!"

His words were firm and decisive, leaving no room for maneuver.