"Divorce!"

Zhen Ruoan lived up to everyone's expectations and made the final decision.

Upon hearing this, Fu Jiangniang shouted in a panic:

"What nonsense are you talking about! You are the daughter-in-law of the Fu family, don't even think about getting a divorce."

The village woman also chimed in, offering her advice:

“You just gave birth, you need to think more about the child. You can’t let him be born without a father.”

Although the village woman also looked down on Fu Jiangniang's character, she felt that for the sake of the children, they had to make do with the way they were doing.

After hearing what the two said, the little dumpling immediately said to Zhen Ruoan:

"Sister, the child cannot be led astray by these two. You must get a divorce."

Fu Jiangniang wished she could shut the little dumpling's mouth, but with a sword in her hand and Mu Tingzheng standing behind her, she could only glare at her angrily.

The village woman frowned and said, "Child, I know you're doing this for your sister's own good."

"But it's better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage. You should think more about your sister's future."

The little dumpling put her hands on her hips and protested:

“She was about to cut open my sister’s stomach just now. What’s the difference between that and murder?”

"If my sister stays in this house any longer, she'll be tortured to death one day. What's the point of having her in the future!"

The village woman was speechless; she hadn't expected someone so young to have such a big idea.

The little dumpling has its own thoughts and judgments, and naturally won't be swayed by a few words from others.

Madam Zhen stood beside the little dumpling and echoed:

"Exactly, does it mean that my daughter has to suffer for the rest of her life just for the sake of the child?"

"In the Zhen family, raising a daughter and a child is not a problem."

Seeing that the old man and the young man were resolute in their words, Fu Jiangniang had no choice but to cry to Zhen Ruoan.

"Daughter-in-law, how can you bear to abandon us?"

Zhen Ruoan showed no mercy in the face of her tearful complaints.

She still clearly remembered how cruel she had been to cut open her stomach.

“I’ve been married into this family for over a year, and I’ve always been obedient to you, taking care of your daily needs, even when I was pregnant.”

"I have done everything I could for this family."

"It's a must-divorce, no discussion."

Zhen Ruoan was adamant, so Fu Jiang's mother had no choice but to pour cold water on Fu Jiang to wake him up.

Upon hearing Zhen Ruoan's decision to divorce, Fu Jiang immediately burst into tears.

"My wife, it's all my fault. I promise I'll treat you better from now on."

Fu Jiang spoke with deep emotion, even managing to squeeze out a few tears.

But in his heart he was thinking – now that her parents were willing to come, it meant they still recognized this daughter, and he couldn't let go of the Zhen family's wealth.

Zhen Ruoan smelled the alcohol on Fu Jiang, which was mixed with a sweet, cloying scent of cosmetics.

The thought that it smelled like a prostitute made her feel nauseous.

Shaking off Fu Jiang's hand as he tried to grab her, Zhen Ruoan said coldly:

"Divorce! I want to take the child with me."

Upon hearing that her grandson was to be taken away, Fu Jiang's mother immediately sat on the ground, wailing and shouting:

“That’s my grandson. You can leave, but my grandson must stay.”

Fu Jiang knew that Zhen Ruoan had made her decision and it couldn't be changed.

He simply dropped his previous affectionate demeanor and said coldly:

“You can’t take the child with you, and your Zhen family will have to come up with a sum of money.”

"Otherwise, a divorce is impossible; the only option is a letter of divorce."

A letter of divorce?

Zhen Ruoan gritted her teeth and looked at Fu Jiang, who had completely exposed his shamelessness.

Madam Zhen naturally disagreed. If she were to divorce her daughter, her daughter's reputation and honor would be completely ruined!

Looking at the two of them, Fu Jiang smiled with satisfaction. He stretched out his hand and said:

"If you want a divorce, you'll have to pay 100,000 taels of gold; otherwise, you'll only get a letter of divorce."

When Madam Zhen heard his guarantee of the price, she was so shocked that she almost lost her balance.

One hundred thousand taels of gold! He really dares to ask for that!

The little dumpling calculated that when she was made a princess, she seemed to receive a reward of 500,000 taels of gold.

Giving Jiang 100,000 taels would be enough.

The little dumpling tugged at Mu Tingzheng's hand, signaling him to squat down.

Mu Ting obediently squatted down in front of her and put his ear close to hers.

The little dumpling whispered, "Daddy, I have money. I want to help my sister get a divorce."

Mu Ting hugged her, gesturing for her to remain silent.

Based on the recent rewards Xiao Tuanzi has received, her assets far exceed 500,000 taels of gold.

However, Mu Tingzheng would absolutely not let his daughter pay for it. He had some connections with the Zhen family, so he would naturally help out.

Besides, 100,000 taels of gold is nothing to Mu Tingzheng.

Mu Ting was well aware of human greed, and he also knew that, given Fu Jiang's personality, he would definitely not have just one simple condition.

Just as Mu Tingzheng had expected, Fu Jiang sat leisurely in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked like he was determined to win.

"Not only 100,000 taels of gold, but you also need to give me twenty farmhouses and shops, and I want a large courtyard with three courtyards and three entrances."

Fu Jiangniang: "Yes, I'm old and my legs aren't good. I need more than twenty servants to take care of me."

Madam Zhen trembled with rage and pointed at Fu Jiang, shouting:

"Shameless scoundrel!"

Zhen Ruoan's initial dislike for Jiang Youxin turned into disgust. She truly hated herself for having been deceived and marrying such a repulsive person.

"Father, what do we do now?"

The little girl anxiously asked Mu Tingzheng, fearing that Sister Zhen's divorce would fail.

Mu Ting was patting her back; he could tell that his daughter wanted to help Zhen Ruoan.

Since she wants it, he must make a move.

"Don't worry, leave this to Father. I will definitely help your Sister Zhen."

After speaking softly to the little dumpling, Mu Ting called out towards the door:

"Fan Hai, come in."

Just as Mu Ting finished speaking, a tall and handsome man walked in.

He stood beside Mu Tingzheng with a cold and unsmiling expression.

Mu Ting was using his hands to straighten the little dumpling's bangs.

"Go out and play with this older brother for a while."

The little dumpling nodded and hugged the Lucky Fruit Fairy that had been lying at her feet.

She took Fan Hai's hand and followed him outside.

As soon as the little dumpling went out, Mu Tingzheng told the village woman to leave quickly as well, and instructed Zhen Chang'an and his wife to take their daughter and child away.

Zhen Chang'an glanced at Mu Tingzheng and had a rough idea of ​​what he was going to do.

Zhen Chang'an took off his overcoat, wrapped his newborn daughter tightly in it, and carried her toward the carriage outside.

Mrs. Zhen was responsible for holding her grandson. Before leaving, she gave Fu Jiang and his mother a meaningful look.

The little dumpling was led into the courtyard by the tall Fan Hai, only to find that there were four other people standing there, all dressed the same as Fan Hai.

After Madam Zhen came out, only Fu Jiang and his son and Mu Tingzheng remained in the room. The four people in the courtyard then went inside and closed the door.

“Miss, let me take you over there to have some fun.” Fan Hai’s voice was flat and monotone, without any inflection.

He kept a straight face and led the little dumpling away into the distance.

"Brother Fan Hai, can't you laugh?"

The little dumpling looked up at Fan Hai and asked curiously.

She felt he was like a wooden doll.

Fan Hai lowered his head and said, "No, I will laugh."

His voice remained unusually cold, but he forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

The little dumpling shook its head. "You'd better stop laughing, it's kind of scary."

Fan Hai then kept a stern face and led the little dumpling to a large rock in the distance.

He bent down, picked up the little girl, and let her sit on the rock, while he stood upright beside her.

Stiff as a lifeless wooden figure.

The little girl looked at the thatched hut, unable to see anything inside, and asked Fan Hai curiously:

"Brother Fanhai, what is Father doing in there?"

Fan Hai: "Instructing people."