On the other end of the phone, Wen Wanqing was completely confused.
"What?"
Hearing Wen Wanqing's surprised tone, Yu Manfan quickly guessed that Lu Yuanyang had not told Wen Wanqing about this at all.
I guess he was worried that she might be out there and something might happen to her.
Jealousy burned in my chest.
Yu Manfan gritted her teeth: "Wanqing, didn't you know something happened in Huai'an?"
“I thought Yuanyang had told you about such a big thing.”
Wen Wanqing frowned: "What exactly happened?"
"Wan Tang offended the daughter of the division commander of the Huai'an army. Huai'an was then sent by that division commander to carry out a dangerous mission. He was shot several times and was rescued for more than ten hours before he was barely out of danger, but he was left with a limp."
"It's good that people are alive." Wen Wanqing suddenly loosened her grip on the telephone receiver.
Her tone was calm, as if Lu Huai'an's serious injury was nothing to mention in her eyes.
But Yu Manfan knew that this was due to Wen Wanqing's personality; she had just heard her disordered breathing on the other end of the phone.
She curled her lips into a smile: "Wanqing, I know you don't like talking about people behind their backs, and you like your daughter-in-law Wantang, but I really can't help but say one more thing."
"Huai'an is like this because of Wan Tang..."
Wen Wanqing frowned: "Manfan, are you confused?"
"If a man can't even protect his wife, is he still a man?"
"Wantang is not wrong in this matter."
"It's that kid Lu Huai'an who overestimated his own abilities."
Wen Wanqing was very clear-headed. The Lu family wasn't just for show, and her son wasn't stupid. He knew they were setting a trap, yet he still foolishly jumped in.
This is clearly an attempt by Huai'an to gain merit through this.
This kid actually took her words to heart.
Even though she knew Wen Wanqing's personality well, Yu Manfan couldn't help but suppress her anger and complain.
Listen to these words, is that something a biological mother would say?
"That's true, but how could Wan Tang dislike Huai An because he's a cripple and divorce him?"
Why not?
Wen Wan asked a seemingly natural question, but Yu Manfan remained strangely silent.
"Manfan, if you're going to talk badly about someone behind their back, then don't be a gossipmonger."
Even with her best friends, Wen Wanqing considered family matters to be private matters, things that should be resolved behind closed doors. There was no need to talk too much about them with outsiders, as it would only create unnecessary gossip and affect her judgment.
But Wen Wanqing also knew that Yu Manfan was worried about her. Thinking that she had spoken too harshly just now, she softened her tone.
"I'll be going back in a couple of days."
The phone went dead, and Yu Manfan's expression twisted slightly.
She hated Wen Wanqing's saintly face the most!
What does "pure and immaculate" mean?
She slept with Yuanyang before they were even married, didn't she?
Yuan Yang, he was clearly the man she set her sights on first!
Who advocates 'feminism' and 'independence' all day long?
Isn't it just for show? If you really don't care, why are you in such a hurry to come back?
As Yu Manfan said, Wen Wanqing's heart was not so calm.
After something like this, it's normal to want a divorce.
But why did she find the choice of this person to file for divorce so strange?
Could it be that she misjudged him?
"Auntie, is someone getting married in Huai'an?"
After Wen Wanqing hung up the phone, Gu Nanzhi slowly spoke.
Her eyes were slightly red, clearly indicating that she had suffered a blow.
Wen Wanqing frowned slightly: "Mm."
"I heard from Huai'an that you have a century-old ginseng. I need it and am willing to pay three times the market price to buy it. Are you willing to sell it to me?"
Gu Nanzhi twisted her fingers, her eyes flashing slightly.
"If Auntie wants it, of course I'm willing to give it to her to solve her problem..."
"We're not related, why are you giving this to me? I can afford it."
"Auntie, that's not what I meant. You've misunderstood me."
"Can it be sold? I can give you a straight answer."
"able."
She shouted it out in one breath, then bit her lower lip.
"But... I gave the ginseng to my father before I went abroad. I need to call and ask him if he used it."
"Here's the phone, go ahead and make the call."
Gu Nanzhi's eyes reddened even more, and she reluctantly picked up the phone and made a call.
After a long pause, she said softly, "Auntie, no one is home to answer the phone."
Wen Wanqing didn't like dealing with Gu Nanzhi; it was too much trouble.
It makes it seem like she's bullying someone.
Besides, it's not normal for no one to pick you up at home; it's working hours right now.
"Then you can go back first. Call me after you've asked around."
While saying this, Wen Wanqing was already preparing to think of other solutions.
She had a gut feeling that trying to get the ginseng from Gu Nanzhi's hand was going to be a long shot.
......
After leaving the hospital, Su Wantang returned to the military compound.
Lu Zhentian and Lu Yuanyang were both at home, arguing about something.
"You brat! No way you're getting a divorce!"
He had promised Old Su that Wan Tang would decide the start and end of this marriage.
"Dad, don't be angry. I'll talk to that kid later."
That's ridiculous.
Wan Tang didn't look down on him, but he started acting up first.
"Grandpa, Dad, I agree to the divorce."
Su Wantang's sudden interjection silenced the father and son, who stared at each other in bewilderment.
......
Since leaving that day, Su Wantang has not come to the hospital for several days.
Every time he heard a noise at the door, Lu Huai'an couldn't help but glance over, only to be disappointed each time.
It was Lu Yuanyang who arrived.
He had just entered the ward when Yu Manfan, who was making her rounds, followed him in.
Lu Huai'an frowned: "Auntie, you don't need to come see me anymore. I just need to recover from my injuries. I'm fine now."
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