Chapter 241 It's All My Fault
“Our relationship as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law ends here. From now on, I will no longer expect your approval or your warmth. There is no need for us to have any contact or connection.”
Song Yazhi was stunned.
Her fingers dug tightly into her palms, and her face turned deathly pale instantly.
She opened her mouth, but her throat felt constricted, and she managed to squeeze out a trembling voice: "What...what do you mean by that?"
A sudden "buzz" went through her mind—as if a thunderbolt had struck the top of her head.
She couldn't believe her ears, nor could she believe that her usually docile daughter-in-law would say such a thing.
Does she want a divorce?
She wanted to take her son away, the child she regarded as the continuation of her family bloodline?
Qiao Wanyin spoke calmly, her eyes chillingly still: "The meaning is simple. Li An and I are still husband and wife, our marriage is still valid, and our vows will not change. But you—we are now strangers. You are no longer my mother-in-law, and I will no longer call you 'Mom.' All ties between us are severed from today onward."
"You—" Song Yazhi suddenly stood up, trembling with anger, her finger shaking as she pointed at Qiao Wanyin, "Didn't you want to divorce my son? Then what do you mean by 'like strangers'? You still want to live in my house, still want to spend my son's money, still want to occupy a place in this family, but you treat me like I'm dead? What kind of daughter-in-law are you? You're completely insane!"
“From today onwards, I will no longer call you Mom, and I will never step into your house again. The house I live in was bought by Li An, and the property certificate is in our names. It is our home, not a place you gave me out of charity. If you want to go, you have to ask for my permission in advance. Otherwise, even if you stand outside the door, I will not open it.”
After she finished speaking, her gaze quietly fell on Fu Lian, who was lying on the hospital bed.
His face was pale, an IV line was still inserted in his arm, and his chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing.
There was no resentment in her eyes, only a deep weariness and determination.
She said softly, "Fu Li'an, if you think I'm too cruel and willful, if you think I shouldn't treat my mother like this, then let's get a divorce now. The Civil Affairs Bureau is still open, I'll go with you. From now on, you can be filial to your mother, I'll raise my child, we'll each live our own lives and never see each other again."
Fu Li'an was startled, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned ashen.
His fingers trembled slightly, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.
But he understood.
He understands everything.
He was not entirely unaware of his mother's various actions over the past few days.
He saw all of her hostility towards Qiao Wanyin, her favoritism towards Fang Wanyu, and even the scheming hidden behind her seemingly unintentional "concern," but he was unwilling to admit it or face it.
He was a soldier, used to enduring, used to obeying orders, and used to keeping family conflicts to himself.
But when his mother's hand reached too far, reaching into his unborn child—when he saw the words "suspicious toxin" on the test report, he knew that remaining silent would be complicity.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through the dim light of the ward, and looked at Qiao Wanyin.
His voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, tinged with blood and pain: "Qingqing, you're not crazy. I don't think you're being unreasonable. I understand everything you've done and every word you've said. You're not unfilial, you're not ignorant, you've been driven to a dead end. From today onwards, I'm on your side. I support every decision you make."
Qiao Wanyin was stunned by these words.
She stared blankly at Fu Lian, her eyes gradually reddening.
She never expected that a man who had been strictly disciplined by his mother since childhood, who was particular about rules and even had to practice his military posture to perfection, would stand by her side without hesitation at this moment.
This is not a perfunctory response, not a compromise, and not just empty words spoken to quell the storm.
Instead, he genuinely accepted her, protected her, and took over all her grievances and pain.
It turns out that all he ever cared about was her and their child.
He wasn't blind to it; he was just waiting for a moment when he had to make a decision.
At that moment, he finally chose her.
"Son! How could you!"
Song Yazhi suddenly threw herself onto the hospital bed, tears streaming down her face, her voice ripping like a knife, "Everything I've done, wasn't it all for you?! I was afraid her heart wasn't in my home, afraid she would take your heart away, afraid you would be deceived by her and lose your family! I did it all for you! How could you help an outsider against your own mother?!"
"How can you only protect her?!"
But as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her whole body jolted, as if she had been struck by an electric current, and her head exploded with a buzzing sound.
Her pupils contracted sharply, her breath caught in her throat, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably—
It was all Fang Wanyu's doing behind the scenes!
She orchestrated this scheme step by step, sowing discord and destroying this family!
Every detail, every rumor, every instigation was a carefully laid trap!
Anger erupted like a volcano, and scorching lava surged from the depths of her heart to the top of her head, burning her eyes until they turned bloodshot and her chest heaved violently.
She clenched her teeth, making a grinding sound, as if she wanted to crush all her grievances, regrets, and anger between her lips and teeth.
She rushed forward, her steps unsteady yet filled with a resolute ferocity, raised her hand, and swung it out without hesitation—
"Smack!"
A loud slap rang out in the quiet living room, as crisp as the sound of shattering glass.
"You bitch! You dare lie to me?!"
She roared, her voice hoarse, like a mother beast driven to the brink of despair, "You schemed against my son! You schemed against this family! Do you have any conscience?!"
Fang Wanyu's head was turned to the side by the slap, her cheek instantly swollen and red, with a clear five-finger mark.
She paused for a moment, a hint of malice flashing in her eyes, her gaze as cold as a knife, but in an instant, that chill disappeared, replaced by a pitiful appearance.
She covered her face, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, sobbing uncontrollably, her voice choked with sobs: "Auntie... I was really wrong... I didn't mean to... I just like Brother Li An too much... From the first moment I saw him, I couldn't let him go..."
"roll!"
Song Yazhi roared, her voice tearing through the air, spittle flying as she yelled, "Get out of here right now! From this day forward, don't let me see you again! Every time I see you, I'll slap you!"
Her finger trembled as she pointed to the door, her face contorted with rage. "It's all your fault! It's your instigation! It's your lies! My son doesn't believe me anymore! My family is broken! It's all your fault! All of it! You!"
Fang Wanyu lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she were sobbing.
But the moment she looked up, a cold smile crept onto her lips—extremely faint, extremely cold, and fleeting.
Seeing that the old woman had completely gone mad, her mind and spirit broken, and she had no power to fight back, she stopped acting.
She slowly straightened up, patted off non-existent dust from the hem of her skirt, and her eyes were as cold as ice blades.
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