Fu Jinchuan frowned. He should have been happy, but now he only felt disgusted. "Didn't you say you didn't want me to divorce him? What will happen to the debt of gratitude I owe him if we divorce?"

Grandpa Fu leisurely sipped his tea, remaining silent for two seconds before speaking:

"If Xiaoyu didn't like you, do you think I would let you two get married?"

Fu Jinchuan was furious, as if something was blocking his airway. He couldn't refute what the old man said. His chest heaved, and his veins bulged. It took him a long time to calm down.

"I can choose not to divorce him, but you have to tell him not to cheat on me with other women! If people find out, does Fu Jinchuan have no shame?"

Old Master Fu glanced at him, slammed the lid of his teacup shut with a loud clinking sound, and snorted coldly, "I'm giving you the chance to marry that boy now, and you still want to have two women on your hands?"

Fu Jinchuan choked for a moment, then quickly retorted:

“I will not give him love, at most I will give him the position of Mrs. Fu. I am your grandson, and I have an obligation to repay your kindness.”

"Oh, you're my grandson, so you have an obligation to repay my kindness. I'm asking you, when Xiaoyu comes back, can you give that kid outside some money and then never contact him again?"

Fu Jinchuan frowned: "Bai Cheng is in poor health. In this world, he only has me left."

What should we do about Xiaoyu?

Fu Jinchuan: "Give him the position he wants, and I'll come back to visit on the weekend. I'll come back once a year during holidays, which is also a way of giving you face."

Grandpa Fu has experienced a lot, big and small, but he never expected to be repeatedly amused and annoyed by his own grandson. He wanted to throw his cane at him, thinking how shameless he was.

"So, according to you, Xiaoyu can't have feelings for other people, and you can be perfectly open about it?"

"You are expressing your gratitude, and I am offering compensation."

"Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. Don't talk about compensation or anything like that. Before, I wanted you to settle down. Now you can do whatever you want. Anyway, the divorce will be at the latest next week. According to Xiao Li, it can be done as early as tomorrow night. So stop yelling at me."

Fu Jinchuan became agitated: "You forced me to marry you, and you didn't even ask for my consent to divorce you? Am I your grandson or your tool?"

"Don't you want a divorce?"

"I…"

Fu Jinchuan didn't know what to say.

The state he wants is probably like this.

Nan Yu must be devoted to him, and even if she suffers all kinds of humiliation, she cannot have any complaints. Grandpa must force himself to be good to Nan Yu so that he can feel at ease ignoring her.

Fu Jinchuan also knew that his demands were excessive.

But at noon today, when he saw Nan Yu bringing food to Song Chu, he felt a pang of unease in his chest, as if a needle had been stuck in it. He wouldn't admit it, but subconsciously he had already accepted that Nan Yu was his, and now that things should belong to someone else.

Possessiveness and jealousy are both at play.

He doesn't want to give away things he doesn't want.

"Just tell me, are you going to take responsibility for that child or not?"

"Responsible."

"I think you're just trying to have your cake and eat it too. Alright, you're making me so angry I'm about to have a heart attack. Stop arguing with this old man. Don't even think about people who aren't yours."

"I didn't have any designs on it!"

"Stop being stubborn and get lost."

Fu Jinchuan stood there motionless. Old Master Fu had someone bring Bai Cheng over and made him choose between the two. The old man might not be able to force him with reason, but with Bai Cheng standing there, Fu Jinchuan had no choice but to choose divorce, even if he didn't want to.

He left in a daze, carrying Bai Cheng with him.

Bai Cheng could clearly sense that something was wrong with him, and asked anxiously, "Jinchuan, do you still love me?"

Fu Jinchuan was in a daze when Bai Cheng's eyes turned cold. She shook off the man's hand and rushed into the traffic. Just as the red light turned on and the cars started to move, Fu Jinchuan reacted, his pupils contracted sharply, and he pulled her back to the side road as fast as he could.

For the first time, I spoke harshly to him: "Are you crazy?!"

Bai Cheng cried, "I'm crazy! I'm crazy! I'm sorry, I've dragged you down. Without me, you could live a good life with Mrs. Fu. It's all my fault, Jin Chuan. I love you. I'm willing to disappear. Let me go. Let me get hit by a car and die!"

Fu Jinchuan, still shaken, pulled the person into his arms and apologized:

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. Don't be angry."

Bai Cheng kept pretending to be generous, and Fu Jinchuan fell for it. In the end, he made up his mind to divorce Nan Yu and compensate Bai Cheng.

The old man gets things done quickly.

Two days later, I got my divorce certificate—it's not a booklet, just two pieces of paper.

One copy was sent to Fu Jinchuan, and the other to Nan Yu.

Song Chu signed for Nan Yu's package. When the lamp wick was opened, there was another layer of plastic-sealed kraft paper inside. Curious, he opened it. Who sent him something? He hadn't bought any paper himself.

I checked the information again, and it was indeed mine.

The sender is overseas.

This left him even more confused.

He tore open the bag, pulled out the documents inside. The original owner hadn't even graduated high school, so naturally he couldn't understand them. He went to find Song Chu, who was washing his face.

The man was wiping his face with a towel when he saw Dengxin come in. He quickly took the towel away and smiled at him, "What's wrong?"

Lamp wick: There's something here that I don't understand. Could you take a look at it for me?

Song Chu nodded.

Nan Yu handed him the paper. Song Chu glanced at it briefly, and the excitement that burst from his eyes was startling. Deng Xin looked at him nervously, wondering what it was.

Song Chu couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. "In this world, in any corner, you are free, Xiaoyu."

The lamp wick paused for two seconds, then tentatively gestured: "Divorce certificate?"

Song Chu: "Yes, you have nothing to do with Fu Jinchuan anymore. Are you happy?"

The lamp wick grinned and nodded emphatically.

I'm happy, of course I'm happy, I'm finally free.

Although he liked Grandpa Fu very much, Grandpa is Grandpa, and Fu Jinchuan is Fu Jinchuan. He didn't need or care about the title of Mrs. Fu.

Song Chu put the documents aside and took the lamp wick's hand.

He sincerely asked, "Can I pursue you?"

Nan Yu smiled even more happily, knowing that Dr. Song was the best husband. She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips directly against his.

Song Chu: "..."

His pupils contracted sharply, and it felt like fireworks were exploding in his mind, making him a little disoriented. Nan Yu's kiss wasn't enough; she gave him two more kisses, being quite proactive.

"Xiao, Xiaoyu."

Nan Yu smiled and said: "No need to chase, we can just be together."

The surprise came too suddenly and too intensely; Song Chu couldn't handle it.

"Really?"

The lamp wick was nodded heavily.

Song Chu couldn't help but smile.

His feelings for Nan Yu can no longer be described as mere liking.

He loved him so much that he didn't want to possess him so quickly. When he thought about the suffering he had endured, he wanted to hold the person in his arms, pamper him, love him, and protect him. He wanted to fill his heart first before thinking about anything else.

Who knew that as soon as Nan Yu got divorced, Song Chu confessed his feelings again, and he immediately dragged her to the bathroom, and after washing up, they wanted to be together.

He teased Song Chu until she was panting heavily, his large hand clenching her delicate hand, and shook his head: "I don't want you to regret it. It's okay, we'll take it slow."

Nan Yu doesn't want things to be slow; he wants things to be fast.

Although I don't know why it's different from what the turtle said.

She got divorced first, but now that she was free, Dengxin wanted to share her life with her good husband. In the end, Song Chu couldn't resist the temptation.

The next day.

The two woke up lying in a bed.

Song Chu touched his wrist, his hand slowly moving down, fiddling with his fingers. Suddenly, something cool slipped into his fingertip. Nan Yu moved and pulled his hand out from under the covers.

A jade ring was placed on my ring finger. It was rather thin and could be easily broken with a little force. The color was rich and the texture was delicate. The ring was beautiful, and the hand wearing the ring looked even more beautiful.

Song Chu smiled: "Good morning, do you like it?"

The wick blinked and drew a question mark with its finger.

Song Chu suddenly leaned halfway over him to reach the right drawer, took out two boxes, turned them over, kissed his fair cheek, and wrapped his arm around the back of his neck to hug him.

Open the box.

Inside was a pair of bracelets, like green ink spread in water, incredibly translucent, top-grade ice-flower bracelets, clearly very valuable. Nan Yu looked up at Song Chu.

Song Chu smiled at him: "There's more."

As he spoke, he opened the box with his fingers, revealing a jade ruyi inside. Song Chu took the item out; it had a black cord attached to it, which he tied around Nan Yu's neck. He then put two bracelets on his wrists.

The lamp wick had very little body hair, and his arms were fair and slender. When he put the bracelet on, it looked just as good as he had imagined. Jade on jade, beautiful.

"Jade nourishes the body, so wear it and don't take it off."

Unlike gold, which can be refined and remade into an identical piece, jadeite is something that can cause heartache even if it is accidentally bumped or damaged and cracked, even if it doesn't break.

Lamp wick: Easily broken.

Song Chu: "Breaking is to protect you from disaster."

The lamp wick pointed at Song Chu: You

Stop for a moment: It's a bit superstitious. Aren't doctors atheists?

Song Chu smiled and kissed Nan Yu, saying, "That depends on what kind of medicine you study. If you believe, it's true; if you don't, it's not. Wear it. Even if it's superstition, at least it looks good."

It is indeed quite beautiful.

Lamp wick: It might break while cooking.

Song Chu: "It's okay, I'll buy you a new one if it gets damaged."

Nan Yu is rich; he could afford to buy not just one pair, but a thousand pairs. However, this is the first time Song Chu has given it to him, so it has special significance, and he can't bear to damage it.

Nan Yu: I'll wear one. I don't use my left hand much, so I'll leave my right hand for now.

Song Chu: "Both are beautiful and obedient."

Under the man's persistent persuasion, Nan Yu relented and planned to take off the jade pendant while cooking so that it wouldn't get bumped or knocked. Song Chu admired the young man's hands; they were truly beautiful.

Suddenly I wanted to use it for something bad.

Song Chu was a man of action. He grabbed the blanket, covered his head with it, and pressed down the wick of the small lamp. Soon after, he heard an "enen" sound coming from inside.

...

Spring Festival.

Grandpa Fu invited Nan Yu and Song Chu to the Fu family home for the New Year. Nan Yu couldn't refuse his grandfather, after all, the old man treated him very well, just like his own grandfather.

The first thing the old man said when he saw Nan Yu was, "Xiao Yu has gained a lot of weight recently."

I have definitely gained weight.

I tried to touch up my hair color for the first time, but I didn't know any better and chose a bad salon. It damaged my hair and the color fell out after about two weeks.

Later, Song Chu used a purely plant-based formula for him, which was healthy and wouldn't damage his hair. It would fall out after about ten washes, and since it contained no chemicals, it wouldn't damage his scalp when he dyed it again. Gradually, Song Chu became Nan Yu's personal hairstylist.

The old man's eyes fell on his hair again, and he said with a smile, "Since following Xiao Song, Grandpa's Xiao Yu has become more and more beautiful. It seems that loving a person is like growing a flower."

Dengxin clung to Song Chu's arm, her happiness clearly visible on her face.

"If you bully me, remember to tell Grandpa. You're Grandpa's godson now, so don't treat me like an outsider, understand?"

Dengxin nodded, reluctant to let go of Song Chu's arm, and gestured directly: He's been very good to me, thank you, Grandpa.

Grandpa Fu was pleased.

Just then, the door opened, footsteps approached, and Fu Jinchuan returned with Bai Cheng.

Lampwick has been feeling sleepy lately, so he has to take a nap before meals.

The old man saw that he was extremely sleepy.

Let Song Chu take him upstairs for a nap.

When Fu Jinchuan returned, Bai Cheng, who was by his side, was exquisite from head to toe. The old man approved of him, but he did not forget who had facilitated Jinchuan's previous marriage.

Otherwise, she would have been Mrs. Fu long ago.

"Hello, Grandpa Fu," Bai Cheng greeted.

Old Master Fu still didn't like him much, but since he had done the Fu family a favor, he could only endure it. "Alright, your name is Bai...?"

Fu Jinchuan: "Grandpa, his name is Bai Cheng."

Bai Cheng wanted to give him a cold shoulder but didn't dare. After all this time, he couldn't even remember his own name. What was he pretending for?

"Xiaobai, sit down."

Bai Cheng pulled Fu Jinchuan to sit down with her. The old house was too big, with a servant every ten steps, making them feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The maid poured a cup of tea and handed it to Bai Cheng, but her hand slipped and she accidentally spilled it, water all over her pants. Bai Cheng was already resentful, and instinctively glared at her angrily, saying, "What are you doing?! You deliberately spilled water on my pants?"

The maid hurriedly apologized and tried to wipe Bai Cheng with a paper, but was pushed away by the other party.

This scene was witnessed by the grandfather and grandson present. Fu Jinchuan didn't think anything of it, after all, he had always been tolerant of Bai Cheng's temper. The old man narrowed his eyes.

Bai Cheng met Grandpa Fu's deep gaze, realized what she had done, and was shocked. She hurriedly stood up and apologized, "I'm sorry, Grandpa Fu, I, I, it was the first time I met you, and I didn't want to leave a bad impression. This aunt deliberately splashed water on my pants, I...I..."

Fu Jinchuan came to Bai Cheng's rescue: "Xiao Cheng didn't do it on purpose. I'll take him upstairs to change."

The old man hummed in agreement.

On the way upstairs with Bai Cheng, they ran into Nan Yu, who had just woken up. Song Chu was still making the bed in his room. He wanted to come down to get some water and was yawning when he met Fu Jinchuan's face. His yawn was only halfway through.

Slowly close your mouth.

For several months after the divorce, he avoided the matter and did not return to the old house. It was only when his grandfather asked him to bring Bai Cheng over for the New Year that he returned. Unexpectedly, his grandfather also called Nan Yu over.

Fu Jinchuan had mixed feelings.

Bai Cheng felt guilty and afraid whenever she saw him, fearing that Nan Yu would reveal the truth. As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." Even though she had been brainwashed by Fu Jinchuan, she could not remain calm as long as she saw him.

Bai Cheng was reassured by Fu Jinchuan's attitude towards Nan Yu before the divorce.

After the divorce, it was obvious that his emotions were off.

Even though she still has patience with herself, Bai Cheng is afraid.

He dared not gamble.

She clung tightly to Fu Jinchuan's arm to assert her ownership, tilted her head back, and said pitifully, "Jinchuan, my pants are wet. Shall we go change them first?"

Fu Jinchuan's eyes remained fixed on the pink and white figure, ignoring the sweet whispers in his ear. Bai Cheng felt even more threatened. "Jinchuan."

Nan Yu glanced at Bai Cheng and walked past them.

She even deliberately bumped into Bai Cheng. When she saw him glaring at her, she was in an extremely good mood. Wearing slippers, she suddenly started jumping around. If she hadn't lost her voice, she probably would have been humming a little tune.

Fu Jinchuan had never seen such a vibrant piece of jade.

He stared intently until the figure disappeared, without snapping out of his daze.

Bai Cheng's expression changed slightly, her eyes reddened, and she was about to cry again: "Jin Chuan!"