When Li Mingzhu, Dong Shishi, and Ji Miaomiao saw Hu Qing, who looked almost ten years older, they all felt pity for her.
"Sister Qing, focus on getting yourself well first. If you need money, just let me know," Li Mingzhu said.
“Mingzhu, my dear sister.” Hu Qing’s nose tingled with emotion. “You’re lucky to have found the right man. I’m unlucky…”
"Stop talking," Li Mingzhu said. "Don't overthink it. Focus on getting better first."
Wang Peng said, "We need to get healthy so we can deal with Wang Cheng, right?"
Hu Qing wiped away her tears. "Mingzhu, I still have some savings, so you don't need to worry."
As the conversation drifted to dusk, Dong Shishi and Ji Miaomiao agreed to take turns chatting with Hu Qing.
Seeing that Wang Peng wanted to go home, Hu Qing asked anxiously, "When are we going to my hometown?"
Wang Peng was taken aback, then remembered the 500,000 yuan she had buried at her maternal grandmother's house, and said, "You should rest for a few days and wait for me to come back from my hometown."
On the drive home, Li Mingzhu asked, "Honey, what are you doing going to Hu Qing's hometown?"
Wang Peng said, "She buried 500,000 yuan in cash in her maternal grandmother's ancestral home, and she wants to dig it up and invest it in me."
As he spoke, he chuckled, saying that he used to worry about not having enough money, but now he worries about having too much.
Li Mingzhu thought about it carefully, then smiled and said, "This is the safest way. She believes in your earning power, but..."
"Honey, when a woman is willing to entrust all her wealth to you for safekeeping, do you know what that means?"
"I don't know." Wang Peng's heart tightened, and he stared straight ahead at the road. "I don't want to know either."
Li Mingzhu chuckled, "My requirements aren't high. As long as you come home to sleep every night, you can soothe her emptiness."
"Bullshit, I don't believe you for a second," Wang Peng thought to himself.
Early the next morning, Wang Peng and Wang Song came downstairs, ready to drive back to Ping'an County.
At this moment, Wang Cheng and Li Guifen appeared at the opposite stairwell. When they saw Wang Song, whose appearance had changed drastically, the mother and son were somewhat bewildered.
Li Guifen looked at her cheap denim jacket, then at Wang Song's suit and leather shoes, and felt a pang of jealousy.
"Oh ho, all dressed up like a proper lady, going on a blind date?" she said sarcastically.
Wang Song frowned. "Yesterday my son took me to get a bath and a haircut. A haircut costs fifty yuan, but a set of clothes costs eight hundred yuan."
As he spoke, he loosened his suit tie, stood tall, and stared at Li Guifen.
"You're talking nonsense, how could that be?" Li Guifen felt a surge of jealousy and secretly glanced at Wang Peng.
Wang Song pulled out the receipt for the clothes he bought, "Why is it impossible? Open your dog eyes and look carefully."
The invoice clearly stated that the clothes cost 800 yuan. In an instant, Li Guifen was consumed by jealousy, and her old face turned bright red.
Wang Song got excited and said, "I'll divorce you and my life will get better and better. You wait and see, I'll marry an eighteen-year-old girl and show you."
"Pfft!" Wang Peng couldn't hold back and hurriedly opened the car door and got in.
"Have you no shame? Your daughter is already over twenty!" Li Guifen cursed, "You old cow eating young grass, you'll get a stroke and die, you bastard!"
"You bastard, Li Guifen, who are you cursing?" Wang Song roared.
"I'll curse you, you son of a bitch, you son of a bitch!" Li Guifen completely broke down.
With his eldest son backing him up, Wang Song might actually marry an 18-year-old girl. It would be very difficult for her, an old woman over 50, to marry an 18-year-old boy.
The two men, unconcerned about the embarrassment, stood in the square exchanging insults, while residents opened their windows to watch the spectacle.
Wang Cheng walked around the front of the Audi and opened the passenger door. "Brother, did you pick up Hu Qing yesterday?"
Wang Peng nodded. "What do you want to say?"
"I don't want to say anything," Wang Cheng sneered. "She's a used woman I didn't want, she's mentally ill..."
"You're the one who's seriously ill," Wang Peng said, raising his fist as he got out of the car.
Wang Cheng turned and ran, getting into the car in one breath and hiding inside.
"Useless!" Wang Peng gave the middle finger to Li Guifen through the car window, then turned to look at her. "If you divorce her, you'll definitely regret it in the future."
"You'll regret it if you don't get a divorce! Do you think I'm stupid? I want money!" Li Guifen shouted, jumping up and down.
"Then let's stop talking and go." Wang Peng sat in the car and started the engine.
After the argument ended, Wang Song hurriedly sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and happily hummed a little tune.
As the car drove away from the residential area, Wang Peng asked, "Dad, why are you so happy?"
"Of course I'm happy!" Wang Song said with a smile. "I almost made her furious just now, haha."
"She envies your good life; this is just the beginning," Wang Peng chuckled.
He saw Wang Cheng's Honda Accord in the rearview mirror, followed behind at a leisurely pace, a cold smile playing on his lips.
After a long while, the two cars drove into the Ping'an County Civil Affairs Bureau.
These were all luxury cars worth over 400,000 yuan. Where in a small county could you find such luxurious cars? The staff members all came out to watch.
Upon arriving at the divorce window, they submitted the divorce agreement, marriage certificate, and both individuals' ID cards and household registration books.
The staff were dumbfounded. Good heavens, over 100,000 yuan in cash, and they wanted to buy a house in the provincial capital.
Li Guifen reached out her hand, "Wang Song, give me the money, give me 132,000 first."
"Don't rush," Wang Song sneered. "It's clearly written in the agreement: get the certificate first, then pay."
"Take out the money first," Li Guifen said in a deep voice.
"What's your hurry? I'm not shortchanging you!" Wang Song started cursing.
The two started arguing again, and the staff quickly intervened to stop them and processed their divorce certificate.
When Wang Song received the divorce certificate, Wang Peng opened his purse, took out 132,000 yuan with his left hand, and took out a receipt with his right hand for her to sign.
After all that trouble, Li Guifen got the money and hurriedly counted it one bill at a time, her eyes filled with greed.
After a long silence, she put the money into her handbag and said in a deep voice, "Wang Song, go back to the provincial capital today to buy a house for your mother."
"Whose mother are you? Say it again!" Wang Song roared.
“I’m your mother, I dare say it a thousand times.” Li Guifen slammed her hand on the table.
"I'll buy you a load of crap." Wang Song pulled out 30,000 yuan. "You give me an IOU, and I'll give you the money directly."
He was worried that Li Guifen would be kicked out of the house by Wang Cheng in the future, so he was willing to give her 30,000 yuan to buy a house.
Now, enraged by Li Guifen, he no longer cares about her life or death.
“Okay! You said it!” Wang Cheng immediately prepared an IOU.
Ten minutes later, the elderly couple officially divorced, Li Guifen got the money she wanted, and Wang Song got rid of a big problem.
The two parted ways at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and Wang Cheng and Li Guifen drove to the provincial capital.
“Son, let’s go back to our hometown. You haven’t been to our house for five or six years,” Wang Song sighed and said with a wry smile.
Wang Peng was stunned. He had run away from home after graduating from junior high school and hadn't been back since. Was his little bedroom still there? Was his old desk still there?
Wang Song said, "Your old things are all gone, but the house is still here, and it will be yours in the future."
"Alright, let's go back and take a look." Wang Peng turned the car around and headed straight for Wang Village in Ping'an County.
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