He Wanrong stared at the hung up call in disbelief and angrily smashed the phone on the table.
"It's a rebellion! It's really a rebellion against heaven!"
"I knew she was greedy for the wealth of my Pei family!"
He Wanrong yelled angrily, belittling Shen Shuhe as worthless.
Peiyi listened from the side, lowered her head and did not dare to respond.
The old lady was satisfied with the young lady before except her family background, but now...
Pei Yi had a complicated expression as she watched He Wanrong make another call.
Pei Jingmo was still in a morning meeting when his phone rang. He saw it half an hour later and called He Wanrong back.
After calming down for a while, He Wanrong's emotions were not as intense as before. She didn't say anything on the phone, but only asked Pei Jingmo to come to the old house after get off work.
Pei Jingmo pulled out a chair and sat down. After he answered, the old lady said she didn't want to disturb him from working and hung up.
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With his brows furrowed slightly, he put down his phone and wondered why he was so angry.
Thinking that the old lady had gotten up early and went to the mansion, Pei Jingmo was worried about Song Qingyin, so he called Pei Leyao.
At that time, she was lying comfortably on the sofa eating fruit. She was puzzled when she heard the voice: "No, grandma just said something to Sister Qingyin, asking her to take good care of you and Xiaoyu."
Judging from the situation, the old lady should be in a good mood, so why did she suddenly get angry?
Pei Jingmo put down his phone. Liang Song knocked on the door and came in, handing him some documents. He could only put the matter aside for the time being.
"Boss Pei, this is the specific plan for the new product launch..."
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On the other side, Shen Shuhe imitated He Wanrong's tone and relayed the three "tyrannical treaties" to Wen Yu.
After hearing this, Wen Yu did not curse, but laughed so hard that he almost fell off the sofa.
Jasmine quickly supported her and warned her like a little adult, "Auntie Wen, be careful."
Wen Yu touched her head and said thank you, then coughed a few times, "If there is nothing wrong with my memory, it is the 21st century now. Does the old lady still think she is living in ancient times?"
As she spoke, Wen Yu took out her cell phone and opened the calendar, and said seriously, "I certainly didn't remember it wrong." After saying this, she slammed the phone on the table with a bang.
"She's just too salty! She controls everything in the world and even your future life?"
"We've already divorced, but you still won't let you get married, and you won't let you go home! You really think you're the Empress Dowager Cixi!"
Wen Yu sneered twice. Even though she had seen many surprising and bizarre things in the entertainment industry, she really couldn't understand why the old lady of the Pei family called her.
First, he gave Shuhe a sweet treat and informed her generously, "I allow you to divorce, come and thank me," and then he listed those inhumane conditions in a row.
Do you really think you are the queen mother?
Wen Yu slammed the table and finally suggested sincerely: "This old lady was born in the wrong era. She would have been very happy if she was born in ancient times."
Shen Shuhe handed her a sandwich, shrugged and nodded.
Wen Yu turned his anger into appetite, took a few bites, and mumbled, "What a joke. If I beg you nicely, maybe you'll get a divorce, but you still bring up some unfair terms."
"I'm telling you, Shuhe, don't divorce! We can't end this marriage so easily!"
Putting aside other things, Nanlin is Shuhe's home. Can't even go back home after a divorce?
There is no such thing in the world!
It just so happened that Shen Shuhe had the same idea. When she heard the first thing the old lady said, she knew that this was impossible.
Nanlin has everything for her, including her career, friends and family. It is her roots.
No matter how capable a person is or how he develops, he must never forget where his roots are.
This is something Shen Shuhe is determined not to back down from.
Furthermore, as for the last two points, although she and Xiaoyu were not close, life was long and she could not completely guarantee that she would never see him again.
After all, he is her own son.
As for remarriage, she really hadn't considered it at this time, but she couldn't make the decision for her future self.
So after comprehensive consideration, she couldn't agree to any of them.
Shen Shuhe took a bite of bread and said, "Sure."
Hearing this, Jasmine beside him breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't expect that the old lady would put forward so many unreasonable conditions and interfere in Sister Shuhe's future affairs, not allowing her to remarry...
Jasmine frowned, but fortunately Sister Shuhe did not agree.
She put down the cup and moved closer, holding Shen Shuhe's arm and whispering, "Sister Shuhe, before that old lady changes her mind, you, you can't divorce first..."
"Hmm? Jasmine, you also think these conditions are outrageous, right?"
Suddenly hearing Wen Yu's words, Jasmine's heart trembled. Looking at the two pairs of curious eyes, she simply agreed: "Yes! It's really unreasonable for that old lady not to let Sister Shuhe return to her own home!"
Jasmine accused solemnly.
Wen Yu seemed to have found a confidant and kept saying yes!
The two of them got together to complain about the old lady's domineering behavior.
Shen Shuhe took a sip of coffee, looked at the little girl deeply, and finally said nothing.
This incident did not leave a deep impression on Shen Shuhe's heart. She had a lot of things to do, such as reading scripts, rushing to notices, and attending classes. She had no time to take care of these trivial matters.
A few more days passed, and the wounds on Shen Shuhe's body were only light blue, and there was no more pain.
The crew had already sent her a notice to join the crew the day before yesterday, but she still needed to complete a catwalk show the day before joining the crew. The location was in Kyoto, so she saved the time of traveling back and forth.
Therefore, she will take a plane the day after tomorrow, and her luggage has been packed. Before that, Shen Shuhe has to do a private matter.
The day before departure, Chen Shuhe got up early. Wen Yu, who had just come out of the bathroom, greeted her sleepily. Just as she was about to go back to the room to catch up on some sleep, she suddenly noticed that she was dressed neatly.
Not only that, but he was also very formal, wearing a black suit.
Wen Yu turned her head again, "You want to go out?"
I glanced at the clock and it was just past seven.
Shen Shuhe nodded, "Go see my grandma, you go in and get some sleep."
After hearing this, Wen Yu realized that Grandma Shuhe’s memorial day was next week, but the date of their departure had already been set.
So he turned around and hugged her: "Please take good care of grandma for me, and be careful on the road."
The smog is very heavy today.
Shen Shuhe said yes.
After washing up, Shen Shuhe tied her long hair low behind her head. Even without any makeup on her face, she looked elegant and graceful.
Before leaving, she went back to the house, picked up a red scarf, changed her shoes and went out.
Arriving at the cemetery half an hour later, Shen Shuhe, with a red scarf around her neck and holding a bouquet of flowers, slowly walked to the grave.
Looking at the familiar photo on the tombstone, memories hidden deep in my memory suddenly came flooding back.
Shen Shuhe seldom reminisces about it, because in her impression, the memories are not very good things.
She would rather keep them buried forever.
The most profound impression she had of her parents was that they often quarreled and threw things around. At that time, the little girl would hide in a corner and dare not say a word.
On the day of the divorce, the already shabby and small house was turned upside down by the two of them, leaving almost no room to step.
When grandpa and grandma arrived, dad was annoyed by her crying and grabbed a wine bottle to throw at her.
It was grandma who yelled at him to stop.
The bottle did not fall on her, but was smashed to the ground by her father in anger. The glass exploded and scratched her arm and even deep in her heart.
The two of them filed for divorce on the same day, and she was awarded to her father, but she knew that her father didn't want her either...
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