Xie Heng stood aside smoking and said, "What your two sisters-in-law said makes sense. We're family, we speak like family, don't you agree, Xiaohong!"
“That’s right, it’s bound to happen sooner or later anyway, so we might as well ask for more money. Lu Feng said he has hundreds of millions now.” Xiao Hong looked at Xie Heng and said, “My sister has suffered a lot with him over the years, so we don’t need to ask for more, even a billion or eight hundred million is fine.”
Everyone offered their suggestions.
A short while later, the car stopped in front of the house. Everyone came downstairs, and as soon as Jiang Xiaoyan got out of the car, a crowd surrounded her. The eldest sister-in-law was the first to ask, "Have you agreed to the divorce?"
“He wouldn’t tell me no matter how I asked him on the street. You know what, oh dear!” Jiang Fuqiao sighed, looking somewhat helpless.
"It's alright, don't be afraid. Your family will stand up for you. At worst, we'll get a divorce. You won't lose a single penny," the second sister-in-law said from the side.
"Exactly! After all these years with him, you expect nothing but to be let go? No way! Do you think such a good thing exists?" Song Xuemei looked at Jiang Xiaoyan, who was standing there with a pale face and not saying a word, and said, "Look at you, so spineless and pathetic. You think you've seen the world? Go home first."
Everyone was discussing the matter animatedly. Jiang Xiaoyan returned home and looked at the table full of food. She hadn't slept for a day and a night, so she had no appetite.
Sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), I stared blankly at the child crawling around everywhere.
"Come here, look at your aunt!" Jiang Xiaohong reached out and took the child in her arms, saying, "I've named him Congcong, what do you think?"
"I'm sleepy and want to sleep for a while." Jiang Xiaoyan got off the kang and said, "You guys eat, I don't have an appetite. Also, I just want a divorce, I don't want money. I told him that we didn't get a marriage certificate back then, so we can just go our separate ways."
These words, when they reached the ears of the crowd, were like water poured into a hot oil pan, causing an immediate uproar.
"Are you stupid? You don't want money? You want to spend all those years with him for nothing? No way!" Song Xuemei immediately objected, slamming her hand on the table and shouting, "This isn't something you can decide. Mind your own business. Are you out of your mind? Go to sleep!"
"Xiaoyan, don't think money comes easily just because you've seen the world for a few days. Even a hero can be brought down by a penny. If you have the money, your life will be better. It's not that we want to take advantage of you, it's all for your own good. Listen to your sister-in-law," the sister-in-law advised.
The crowd kept talking, some scolding her, some offering kind advice, but no one asked her how much pain she was hiding in her heart!
Jiang Xiaoyan left the house with her head down, went into the next room, locked the door, lay down on the bed, covered her head with the blanket, and tried not to think about anything.
The family had been arguing from noon until night about how to get the money, what to do if Lu Feng refused, and even how to spend it once they got it. Jiang Fuqiao said he would open a factory and make money, while Jiang Fulu said he had connections to set up a flour mill.
Seeing her two older brothers arguing so fiercely, Jiang Xiaohong hurriedly asked Xie Heng to join in, since he was good at running sand pits, brick factories, and cement plants.
Jiang Ergou sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) silently smoking, without saying a word. He had spent his whole life farming. Back in the village, everyone knew that his family had a shrew. When a woman was in charge, the house would collapse – that was the perfect description of the Jiang family.
"I think..."
"What do you think? It's completely useless. You can't even utter a fart after all this time. You think it's useful?" Song Xuemei retorted directly, "Don't smoke in the house, it's choking me!"
Xie Heng and Jiang Fuqiao, who were smoking, put out their cigarettes. In this family, Song Xuemei was definitely the head of the household. Even when they were outside, he would only dare to agree to some things with Song Xuemei's permission.
"Let's talk to the Lu family about this first. Tell them this isn't over!" Song Xuemei's expression hardened as she stood up and said, "If they don't pay, humph, I'll make their house a living hell!"
As Song Xuemei spoke, she entered the house, removed the white gauze from the phone, and searched through the phone book for a while before calling Lu Feng's parents.
"Hello, is this your mother-in-law?" Song Xuemei asked.
On the other end of the phone, Lu Feng's mother said, "Yes, why did you think of calling me? But it's not a holiday."
"Looks like you don't know yet. My Xiaoyan is being bullied to the point of not being able to live anymore. They can't live together anymore. Lu Feng said he wants a divorce and it's over. It was your son who brought it up. My daughter has done nothing wrong. Let me tell you something: she's suffered a lot with Lu Feng all these years. I'm not asking for all your assets, but half is only fair, right?"
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