Chapter 413 Let’s Divorce
Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts hard!
Drugging, substitution, marriage theft, and even... attempted murder?!
These terrifying words combined to form a horrific truth that they could not imagine, could not accept, and subverted all their previous cognition!
Shangguan Fuling was the first one who couldn't bear it anymore. She suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, her big eyes filled with extreme shock and fear. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
The mother in her mind, who was somewhat spoiled but always elegant, was actually so... so unbearable behind her back?
Shangguan Jiuze's face turned pale in an instant. He subconsciously reached out to hold on to the wall and barely managed to steady himself.
He knew better than his sister what HLA matching meant, and instantly understood why his father treated Mu Nanyan so differently.
It turns out... the girl who saved his father's life and made him so grateful was actually his half-sister?!
And the source of all this tragedy actually stems from a conspiracy carefully planned by his own mother over 20 years ago?!
The huge amount of information and emotional impact made the brother and sister stand stiffly outside the door, like two statues petrified in an instant.
Their faces were filled with indigestible and unbelievable horror, as if the whole world was falling apart under their feet.
Inside the room, the storm continued.
Shangguan He listened to Song Yajun's crazy roar and Mu Nanyan's angry accusations without much emotion on his face, as if all the storms had turned into a cold stagnant water in his heart.
However, the next sentence he uttered clearly was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing Song Yajun to freeze instantly.
"Let's get a divorce."
His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable determination that came from extreme pain.
Song Yajun seemed to have lost all her strength in an instant. Her neck was stiff as she turned towards Shangguan He inch by inch, her face filled with extreme shock and disbelief, as if she had heard the most ridiculous words in the world.
"You...what did you say?"
Her voice was dry and trembling.
Shangguan He raised his eyes, looking at him as if he were a stranger, and repeated, each word being firm and decisive:
"I said...I want to divorce you!"
"Shangguan He! Are you crazy?!"
Song Yajun screamed like a dynamite that had been ignited, trying to use the volume to cover up the panic in her heart.
"How have I treated you for the past twenty years?! You want to divorce me just for that woman who appeared out of nowhere?!"
“It has nothing to do with others.”
Shangguan He's voice was as cold as ice, piercing through her disguise.
"You know it well in your heart. There was no love between us from the beginning. If your father hadn't used his power to coerce me, I would never have married you. Now, I'm just correcting a mistake that lasted for more than twenty years."
Seeing that he had made up his mind and there was no room for maneuver, Song Yajun was completely panicked.
She threw herself on the bedside, babbling incoherently as she tried to use the child as a final kidnapping:
"No! I don't agree to divorce! You...even if you don't like me, we still have Jiuze and Fuling! If we get divorced, what will you do with them? They are still so young..."
Shangguan He interrupted her, his eyes filled with disgust and fear:
"It is for them that I must divorce you. With your character, you are not fit to be a mother! If you continue to stay with them, you will only lead them astray!"
He stopped looking at her, as if looking at her any longer would be dirty, and declared with his last bit of strength:
"Since you don't agree to a divorce by agreement, then we'll have to meet in court."
After saying this, Shangguan He seemed to have been drained of all his energy. He lay back heavily on the pillow, closed his eyes tiredly, and completely isolated the hysterical woman from his world.
At the same time, Mu Nanyan had quietly retreated to the window and calmly dialed the police number.
Her voice was steady and clear, a stark contrast to the chaos in the room:
"Hello, I want to call the police. Someone is suspected of premeditated murder..."
Song Yajun was still completely immersed in the huge shock and fear of being abandoned. She was in a trance and her mind was scattered. She kept muttering:
"I don't want a divorce... I don't want a divorce... I can't get a divorce..."
He didn't notice Mu Nanyan's actions at all.
Mu Nanyan hung up the phone and looked coldly at the distraught woman who was muttering to herself. There was no sympathy in her eyes, only cold understanding.
All of this is what Song Yajun deserves.
At the beginning, Song Yajun sent someone to murder her, but she chose to endure it and not call the police. This was because she was considering the innocent Shangguan Jiuze and Fuling, and she did not want the brother and sister to bear the cruel reality that their mother was a murderer.
For that little bit of warmth, she could sacrifice herself and swallow her fear.
However, Song Yajun was the culprit that caused the tragedy in her mother's life.
She would never forgive this.
She is not a saint and cannot repay evil with kindness.
For such an out-and-out bad person, the law is his only destination.
Although Shangguan He closed his eyes, Mu Nanyan's clear and calm alarm sounded clear to his ears without missing a word.
His heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, causing a complex stabbing pain.
A trace of pity, like a tiny spark, flickered in his cold heart.
After all, they have been married for more than 20 years.
Even without love, they have long been accustomed to each other's existence, shared countless days and nights, and raised a pair of children together.
He was not unmoved when he saw her end up in disgrace and imprisonment.
However, as soon as this trace of reluctance arose, it was completely overwhelmed by the even more overwhelming guilt and self-blame.
He thought of Shen Yi, the poor woman who was forgotten by him, whose life was ruined because of him, and who died with hatred in her heart.
He thought of Mu Nanyan, his daughter who had his blood but had been wandering and suffering for more than 20 years and even nearly died at the hands of his wife.
The source of all the tragedies pointed to that night, to him.
If he had been more vigilant at the time, if he had seen through Song Yajun's conspiracy earlier... perhaps everyone's fate would have been different.
What qualifications did he have to plead for Song Yajun? How could he have the nerve to stop Mu Nanyan from seeking justice for herself and her mother?
He doesn't deserve it.
This realization was like a heavy rock, pressing on him and making it hard for him to breathe.
Not only was he unworthy of speaking for Song Yajun, he was even less worthy... to face Mu Nanyan.
This is the daughter that I just "recognized" in such a tragic way.
With what expression and identity should he face her? As a negligent father, or as an indirect perpetrator?
A huge sense of shame and powerlessness consumed him. He could only close his eyes deeper and curl himself up in his sick body, as if this could help him escape the shameful reality before him.
He didn't even dare to look at Mu Nanyan again, for fear of seeing resentment in her eyes, or worse... pity.
Silence at this moment is his only choice and also the initial punishment he has sentenced himself.
Mu Nanyan didn't want to stay in this suffocating space anymore, and she didn't want to look at Song Yajun any more.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the complex emotions surging in her heart, turned around, and walked silently towards the door.
However, when she gently opened the door, she unexpectedly ran into two figures standing stiffly at the door - Shangguan Jiuze and Shangguan Fuling.
They had obviously never left and heard the terrible storm in the room clearly.
Mu Nanyan's footsteps stopped instantly, and she was a little stunned for a moment.
Why...are they still here?
When their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.
Shangguan Jiuze's face was pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked at her with complicated eyes, which were a mixture of shock, pain, and a hint of indescribable scrutiny.
Shangguan Fuling was already in tears, her big eyes were red and swollen, filled with an unacceptable sense of brokenness.
Mu Nanyan looked at them, understanding what was going on, but with a hint of reluctance, she tentatively asked softly:
"You... all heard it?"
This question seemed to expose Shangguan Fuling's last disguise.
She raised her head suddenly, tears rolling down her face even more violently. She looked at Mu Nanyan with eyes full of guilt and helplessness. Her voice was filled with tears and she spoke incoherently:
"Sister Nanyan... I'm sorry... I really didn't know... I didn't know Mom would do something like that... I'm sorry..."
Her apology was for both the harm her mother had done to Mu Nanyan and for the fact that she had unknowingly enjoyed a life that should have belonged to another girl.
The huge amount of information and moral impact brought this girl, who had always been well protected, to the brink of collapse.
Shangguan Jiuze reached out and gently held his sister's trembling shoulders, giving her a little support.
His gaze was still on Mu Nanyan, with a bit more sadness and calmness than Fuling's, but his furrowed brows also revealed the turmoil in his heart.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but found that any words seemed pale and powerless at this moment.
In the end, he just nodded very slowly and solemnly to Mu Nanyan, acknowledging that they already knew everything.
Mu Nanyan looked at the two people in front of her who looked painful, and asked softly:
"You...don't you blame me? I just called the police, and the police...will be here soon."
When she asked this question, she felt a little uncertain.
After all, she was sending their mother to prison.
Shangguan Jiuze and Shangguan Fuling felt mixed emotions when they heard this, and felt as if their hearts were being torn apart.
She was their mother, connected by blood. Even if she committed a heinous crime, that emotional connection could not be severed in an instant.
However, what right do they have to blame Mu Nanyan?
Shangguan Jiuze took a deep breath, suppressed the sob in his throat, and spoke in a low but clear voice:
"We have no right to blame you. It was Mom...she was the first to do something unforgivable. She should bear the consequences of what she did."
His mind told him that this was justice, but the emotional impact was still huge.
Shangguan Fuling's tears flowed even more fiercely. She nodded vigorously, echoing her brother's words, her voice broken but with a firmness that came from being forced to grow up:
"Yes...it was Mom who wronged you first...she should be punished..."
But having said that, the tears that kept rolling down revealed her inner struggle and pain.
It is cruel in itself to ask a girl who grew up under the care of her mother to admit with her own mouth that her mother should be punished by law.
Mu Nanyan looked at Shangguan Fuling who was trying hard to suppress her grief, and her heart softened. She felt an urge to hug her and comfort her.
This girl is innocent, and what she is suffering at this moment is no less than what she is suffering.
However, she didn't reach out her hand after all.
After all, they are different.
What lies in the middle is the blood feud of the previous generation and the unchangeable truth of blood relationship.
The Fuling who could easily call her "Sister Nan Yan" and was treated tenderly by her may never come back.
Mu Nanyan looked away, her tone returning to calm, with a subtle detachment:
"You guys go in and take a look, I'll make a phone call."
After saying that, she didn't stop, turned around and walked towards the stairs first, leaving the chaos and sadness behind.
It was almost noon, and the sunlight poured in through the windows in the corridor, but it could not dispel the gloom in my heart.
She knew that the police would arrive soon and that she would have to take a statement, so she definitely wouldn't be able to go back for a while.
She was afraid that Lu Yiran would worry if he couldn't contact her, so she walked to a relatively quiet corner and called him.
The call was quickly picked up, and Lu Yiran's calm and concerned voice came from the other end:
"Wife, how was your conversation?"
Mu Nanyan took a deep breath and told him the whole story in the simplest way possible.
"...That's roughly what happened. I might be delayed for a long time here, so you and Chenchen should go have lunch first. I'll contact you later."
There was weariness in her voice, but also a sense of relief and calm.
Lu Yiran was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, obviously digesting this shocking information.
Then, his voice came, with unquestionable support:
"Okay, I got it. Just focus on handling things over there. If you need anything, feel free to call me. I'll be waiting for you."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Nanyan leaned against the wall and gently closed her eyes.
The police arrived quickly, the shrill sirens came from far away and finally stopped outside the Shangguan family villa.
Led by the housekeeper, several uniformed police officers quickly came to the second floor where the atmosphere was stagnant.
After understanding the basic situation, the leading police officer walked towards Song Yajun, who was sitting on the sofa with a lifeless face, with a serious expression, showed his ID, and informed her that she was suspected of committing a criminal offense and needed to be taken back to the police station to cooperate with the investigation.
To everyone's surprise, Song Yajun did not struggle or resist hysterically.
She just slowly raised her head, looked at the police with empty eyes, and then turned woodenly to the closed bedroom door - Shangguan He was inside.
Like a puppet with its soul sucked out, she stood up obediently and let the police handcuff her.
Throughout the whole process, her lips kept whispering silently, repeating those three words:
"No divorce...I can't divorce...I won't divorce..."
It was as if the verdict of "divorce" was more devastating than the impending imprisonment, and had completely crushed her spiritual support, making everything else, including freedom and reputation, unimportant.
She was taken away from the villa by the police in a dazed state and put into a police car.
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