Upon hearing this, Meng Sheng paused in his tea drinking action, slowly lowered his eyelids, put down the cup, and his straight back slowly bent down at that moment.
It seemed that at this moment, she was once again deeply immersed in an indescribable sadness.
After a while, she raised her slightly trembling eyes and opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seemed to have nothing to say.
This look, silence is better than words.
The grievance and sadness are perfectly interpreted.
Shang Yizheng sighed when he saw this.
Pointing at Shang Boyu with a look of regret, "Speaking of which, I am ashamed. It is this evil boy who is so useless that he caused such a scandal and brought shame to our family."
Shang Boyu pursed his lips and let him scold him, as if he was numb and didn't say anything.
But those heavy eyes fell directly on Meng Sheng, and they had not moved at all since she entered the door.
It contains reluctance, affection, admiration, and a hint of greed.
It’s a pity that Meng Sheng didn’t even look over.
Shang Yizheng paused for two seconds and continued, "I asked him seriously. That night, Bo Yu went to see Ning Weiwei to talk about the baby in her belly. It was Ning Weiwei who contacted him first.
I don't think he would dare to lie to me about this matter. As for the reports, I have also checked them out. It was the Pei family who fanned the flames and deliberately led the way, making things up.
The purpose needs further investigation. However, if it weren't for this evil, the Pei family wouldn't be able to take advantage of this loophole."
Pei family?
Meng Sheng's brows twitched slightly, and a look of just the right amount of surprise appeared on his face.
No matter how we investigate, we can't possibly trace it back to the Pei family.
Unless... he wanted to make the Pei family take the blame and then fool her into giving up the idea of divorce.
He is quite good at calculating.
She knew that something as big as divorce would alarm Shang Yizheng, so she had anticipated this trip to the old house.
Now facing the gazes of the father and son, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart.
Shang Yizheng was also a beneficiary of the affair, and he might not empathize with her on this matter. His action now was nothing more than to comfort her and explain to her.
I want her to keep quiet.
She understood that it was time for her to express her stance.
Her emotions at this moment were not as excited as when she quarreled with Shang Boyu last night.
She just pursed her lips, her expression was sad, and her tone was bleak but firm, "I know what you mean, but... I have made up my mind, I still want a divorce."
She sniffed lightly, as if she was confiding, "No matter what he went to see Ning Weiwei for, he shouldn't have kept it from me. He knew I minded and I would be angry, but he still did it.
What's more, Ning Weiwei was pregnant with his child, and as soon as she came back, he rushed to find her. What's the difference between this and slapping me in the face?
Dad, I know you feel sorry for me, but I really can't keep deceiving myself. Now, whenever I see his face, I can't help but recall his past with Ning Weiwei, and..."
She paused, her hand subconsciously touched her abdomen, her eyes couldn't help but redden, "And my unborn child, how did he die? The pain during that time will be like a knife cutting my heart.
I know that my marriage with him represents two families, and I should be more open-minded and not be so selfish. I should consider the interests of both families. I tried hard, but I still can't do it. I'm sorry, Dad, thank you for taking care of me all these years. "
As she spoke, she stood up, bowed deeply to Shang Yizheng, and tears fell from her eyes.
That pity, weakness, firmness, and a hint of helpless despair were like a fine net that completely enveloped the father and son.
Shang Yizheng hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and sighed heavily again, "You kid... Hey, what are you talking about? Can interests be more important than you?
I know you have been wronged in this matter. It is all Bo Yu's fault. If you are angry, feel free to vent it on him. Beat him or scold him. As long as you feel better, it will be fine.
Why do you have to make it so hard on yourself and not go back to the past? Well, I don't have the face to ask you to move back to Moon Villa, so it's fine if you separate now. "
As soon as the words fell, Meng Sheng and Shang Boyu were both stunned.
Neither of them expected him to relent so easily.
Meng Sheng's tears froze in her eyes. She subconsciously felt that it was very abnormal and there must be some clue.
Not to mention anything else, just the reputation of the Xu and Meng families behind her, how could Shang Yizheng let go so easily?
But Shang Boyu got anxious first.
He received a call from Shang Yizheng last night, who scolded him severely because of what he reported.
He didn't know how much he had heard. He only knew that as soon as he closed his eyes, all he could think of was Meng Sheng's expression as if he was saying "let me go".
So resolute, so painful, and yet so peaceful.
He didn't sleep all night and only dozed off for more than three hours in the morning. Before noon, Shang Yizheng called him back to the old house.
He also wanted Shang Yizheng to come forward and see if Meng Sheng could refuse to divorce for the sake of his father.
But now, Dad said it himself that it’s better to separate.
How can he not panic?
"Dad! You can't..."
"Shut up!" Shang Yizheng interrupted him angrily, glaring at him sharply, "Things have come to this point, and you still have the nerve to talk? Kneel down in front of me!"
All of Shang Boyu's words were stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.
He clenched his fists, a hint of unwillingness flashed across his eyes, and he looked at Meng Sheng dejectedly, and saw that her eyes were red and filled with tears, and his heart was suddenly gripped.
Extremely uncomfortable.
After more than ten seconds, he lowered his raised shoulders and knelt down in the direction of Meng Sheng.
In the huge living room, Shang Yizheng's sonorous and powerful scolding was still echoing, "You and Shengsheng had such a good marriage, but now you have messed it up.
What? You don't want to divorce, but you insist on dragging Shengsheng along with you? Why do you do that? Huh? She's such a good girl, and you've hurt her like this.
She wants to move out now, how dare you keep her here? I think she should move out. Didn't you say that when she saw you, she would think of the little things that happened between you and Ning Weiwei?
You said you are such a grown-up, why is your brain going backwards? Huh? I really... really..."
As he spoke, he became angrier and angrier. He looked around, as if looking for a suitable opponent, but after a round, he couldn't find anyone with whom to hit him.
Then he threw the two pillows on the sofa at his head.
The soft pillow fell to the ground gently without any sound.
Shang Boyu remained unmoved and continued to kneel straight, his affectionate gaze still fixed on Meng Sheng.
Shang Yizheng looked at him and got even angrier. "What a useless thing!"
As he said that, he picked up the cup of tea which had not yet cooled down and smashed it at him.
It hit him right on the forehead.
With a "bang", the fine blue and white porcelain cup fell to the ground, and the fragments flew everywhere.
The slightly scalding water slid down Shang Boyu's face, soaking him thoroughly and leaving a red mark on his fair skin. A crack appeared where he was hit by the teacup.
Drops of blood appeared and quickly melted into the tea on his face, rolling down the bridge of his nose.
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