Wei Liang walked step by step to Song Wenwen's side, his voice filled with sorrow and despair: "Wenwen, let's get a divorce. I shouldn't keep holding you back."
You'll probably be happier and more at ease without me.
No more stepson will bother your life. And no one will bully our daughter anymore.
You can still find someone who cares for you, someone to love and cherish, and spend the rest of your life with.
"Warmth, I'm sorry. I've delayed you and ruined your life. Don't worry, I will give you and your child living expenses. From now on, I will give you 70% of my credit points every month."
Song Wenwen lowered her head and didn't say a word. But tears just kept flowing uncontrollably.
Shen Yanming felt extremely heartbroken. He hadn't said all this to break up the couple. Suddenly, he felt like he had committed a terrible crime.
"Divorce isn't something you can just decide to do. You two should talk it over properly and not act impulsively." Shen Yanming felt that his words were a bit rude.
Wei Liang sighed and bowed to Shen Yanming: "Mr. Shen, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this conflict. Our divorce is not because of you. Wen Nuan and I are separated by Wei Jiahe. It's not that we have a long-standing grudge, but there are still many conflicts between us."
I was selfish; I clung to her, unwilling to let go. I know she's going through hardship, she's suffering, but I couldn't bear to let her go. I always thought that given enough time, Jiahe would feel the warmth of genuine affection, and he would change. Only today do I realize I was wrong.
“I was wrong. Some people’s hearts can’t be warmed. They’re probably rotten to the core. What can I do? He’s my son. I can’t just abandon him. The best way is to separate and wish each other well.”
After Wei Liang finished speaking, he went inside. He swayed as if all his strength had been drained.
Shen Yanming saw dejection in his back. If this man didn't still have responsibilities, he probably wouldn't even have the will to live.
Wei Jiahe felt as if his father had aged more than ten years in an instant, and he panicked. He called out several times, "Dad, Dad!" but no one answered.
Wei Jiahe was at a loss for what to do. He might have been a troublemaker, but he had never intended to break up the family.
He's ten years old; he knows perfectly well that his family's expenses are covered by his father and stepmother. Although they raise two children, the majority of the money goes into their own stomachs. As for Niu Niu, she's just a little girl, still so young, how much can she possibly eat?
He panicked, realizing that this family couldn't fall apart.
But Wei Liang ignored him.
Wei Jiahe was at a loss, tears welling up in his eyes. Turning his head, he saw Song Wenwen crying, walked over, and knelt down with a thud. Song Wenwen was startled and took several steps back.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I was a jerk before. I was wrong. Please don't divorce Dad, okay?" Wei Jiahe was very anxious. It was hard to tell if he was genuinely remorseful or just afraid that he would have no one to support him in the future.
Song Wenwen glanced at him, her gaze filled with indescribable complexity. She had brought up divorce with Wei Liang several times before, but he had never agreed.
Back then, she felt hatred. But now that he has agreed, she feels an indescribable sense of loss.
Seeing this, Shen Yanming dismissed everyone. Although the onlookers were eager to know the final outcome, it was ultimately their family matter, and they couldn't be so tactless. So they all shook their heads regretfully and left.
Shen Yanming stepped forward and apologized to Song Wenwen: "I'm sorry, Song, I didn't expect things to come to this. I acted impulsively. If I had known, I wouldn't have said anything."
Song Wenwen shook her head: "No, I should thank you. Before, when I heard people pointing fingers at me, I couldn't refute them. You spoke up and saved my reputation. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have been condemned by everyone again."
Before Shen Yanming could speak, Wei Jiahe burst into tears and said, "Mom, Mom, I'm a bastard, I've twisted the truth, hit me, please don't divorce Dad, okay?"
After he finished speaking, he reached out and slapped himself twice across the face with such force that his cheeks immediately became red and swollen.
Song Wenwen quickly pulled him back and scolded him, "Why are you hitting yourself? If others see this, they'll misunderstand and think that I, as a stepmother, can't tolerate my stepson."
After she finished speaking, she shook off his hand, but unexpectedly, he grabbed her legs.
"I was so ignorant before. I didn't know my own mother was like that. Mom, please give me a chance to make amends. I promise I will never bully my sister again. I will take good care of her from now on."
Song Wenwen pried his hands away without saying a word. Niu Niu was crying, her little body trembling.
Feeling somewhat guilty, Shen Yanming took out a bag of chocolates from his bag and stuffed it into the little girl's hand.
"Let's go home first. It's cold outside, and Niu Niu's little face is all chapped. Let the adults handle their own affairs."
Niu Niu looked at her mother, and seeing that she didn't object, she took the chocolate and went home.
Song Wenwen stood there, lost in thought. Wei Jiahe sobbed, her voice filled with heartbreak.
"Have you figured out what to do?" Shen Yanming asked.
Song Wenwen shook her head: "I don't know. I've always looked forward to this day, but now that it's here, I'm a little hesitant."
Shen Yanming nodded: "I'm sorry. Whether you blame me or not, it's all because I was too nosy that things have come to this. I can't interfere in your relationship, and Qiao An and I will respect your decision."
As for life afterward, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me.
Song Wenwen forced a smile and said, "Thank you!" but had no intention of troubling Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan any further.
To be honest, she was very glad that Qiao An wasn't there this time and didn't see her in such a disheveled state.
"Can you not tell Qiao An about what happened today?" Song Wenuan pleaded.
Shen Yanming frowned and said frankly, "I need to report my whereabouts to my wife, but we don't need to go into details."
Song Wenwen was extremely envious and nodded: "Okay."
After a two-minute silence, Song Wenuan said, "You should go back first. I'm all done here."
Shen Yanming glanced at Wei Liang with concern, sighed, and left.
When I got home, I told them what had happened here, but of course, I didn't go into the details.
Bi Qiaoan felt a tightness in her chest and remained silent for a long time before saying, "She won't get a divorce. She's soft-hearted and would rather make do."
Shen Yanming smoothed her furrowed brows and comforted her, "Wei Liang's child has already admitted his mistake. If he truly repents, it's not impossible for them to continue living together."
Bi Qiaoan didn't speak, and Shen Yanming pulled her into his arms. His gaze fell on his backpack, and he slapped his forehead: "Oh dear, I was so busy meddling in other people's business that I forgot to deliver the things to Lao Ji. There's a rabbit in there; I hope it doesn't suffocate."
Yes, that's right. He had already packed the rabbit in his bag before knocking on Song Wenwen's door. It wasn't that he hadn't considered giving it to her directly, but meat isn't an ordinary thing, and giving it to her could easily lead to misunderstandings.
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