Chapter 221: Two hundred and twenty-one, choose Chapter 221: Two hundred and twenty-one, choose Yufeng pursed his lips, a flash of displeasure evident in his eyes, “I do owe Xinxin an apology, but she forced my hand. If only she could be as gentle and considerate as Xiao Lan, how could I have been unfaithful?”
“Still playing the righteous card, are you? So, it’s Xinxin’s fault you cheated? No matter what her temper is like, she’s borne you so many children; if her efforts are not meritorious, they’re at least arduous. Even if you don’t cherish the past, at least don’t hurt her like that. Compared to what you’ve done, Xinxin hasn’t done anything to wrong you,” Yang Lisheng said, his eyes full of disappointment as he looked at Yufeng. He realized that he’d misjudged Yufeng, having thought him to be a responsible man.
Looking down, Yufeng uttered, “Xinxin and I really can’t get along anymore.” He couldn’t stand her selfishness, her aggressiveness. Unlike Xiao Lan, who always put him first, who never even raised the issue of him taking responsibility for her, just to avoid making things difficult for him.
“Yufeng, you’ve really disappointed us,” Li Meixiang shook her head and sighed. She knew Xinxin must be at fault too, but Yufeng shouldn’t have cheated within the marriage—that was his gravest mistake.
“Have you decided to get a divorce?” Mr. Song looked at Yufeng, awaiting his answer.
“Yes!” Yufeng asserted confidently.
“I respect your choice, but from now on, you are no longer a member of the Song Family. All the assets under your name will be reclaimed by me,” Mr. Song declared dispassionately. He was curious to see whether that woman truly loved Yufeng, or just his money.
“Dad!” Yufeng couldn’t believe what Mr. Song was saying.
“Divorce, or leave the Song Family. The choice is yours,” Mr. Song’s tone was unbending.
Yufeng hesitated, then after a long moment, he looked up at the three people before him and said, “I choose divorce.” He believed in his ability; even without the support of the Song Family, he could carve out his own success and ensure a good life for Xiao Lan.
Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang shook their heads; they didn’t want to say anything more. Yufeng was an adult; they couldn’t influence his thinking. Since he had made his decision, they could only respect it.
“Alright, I will call a press conference tomorrow to announce this,” Mr. Song said coldly, his eyes filled with disappointment as he looked at Yufeng. How could he have such a son? He had previously sent away his own daughter for Xinxin’s sake; now, for another woman, Yufeng was ready to abandon his wife and children. Thankfully, he had never considered handing over the position of Family Head to him; otherwise, the Song Family would surely be ruined by his hands.
Yufeng looked at Mr. Song in disbelief. He hadn’t expected his father to take such drastic action.
Taking a deep breath, Yufeng stood up and walked towards the exit.
“The villa where that woman is staying is also property of the Song Family. I give you three days to move out,” Mr. Song’s unquestionable voice followed Yufeng.
Yufeng clenched his teeth and quickened his pace. As if he cared about that!
As Yufeng left the Song Family, Yang Xin’er emerged from the corner, tears streaming down her face. She never imagined that Yufeng would go to such lengths for that woman, willing to give up everything associated with the Song Family.
Li Meixiang went to Yang Xin’er’s side, tenderly embracing her, gently patting her back, “Xinxin, don’t cry, you still have us.” She hadn’t thought Yufeng would be so resolute in his stance.
Xin’er collapsed into Li Meixiang’s embrace, crying loudly, “Why must he treat me this way, I know my temper isn’t good, but if he told me so, I would have changed…”
“Good girl, don’t cry, it hurts to see you like this,” Li Meixiang’s eyes also welled up. But in these matters, she was powerless to help Xin’er.
Mr. Song sighed deeply, “My dear in-laws, I am truly sorry! I have failed to teach Yufeng properly.”
Yang Lisheng shook his head, “Where is Xin’er blameless?” He and his spouse, as Xin’er’s parents, had already been disappointed by her, let alone Yufeng. Everyone has their temper—it just hadn’t reached the breaking point. But once that threshold is crossed, anyone can lose their patience. If Yufeng hadn’t cheated within the marriage, he wouldn’t blame him.
“I know, don’t worry, he listens to me now,” Xiao Lan lounged on the sofa, talking on the phone with her legs crossed, shaking them constantly. Her demeanor at that moment stood in stark contrast to the gentleness she showed in front of Yufeng.
“I need some money over here, send it to me as soon as you can.”
“No problem,” Xiao Lan agreed readily. As she heard the sound of keys turning in the door, her heart skipped a beat, “I need to go, he’s here.”
With that, she hastily hung up the phone, stood up quickly, smoothed out her clothes and hair, and with a gentle look, headed towards the door.
“Yufeng, you…” Xiao Lan hadn’t finished speaking when Yufeng pulled her into an embrace.
“What’s wrong?” Xiao Lan was surprised. Yufeng had never embraced her like this the moment he entered the door, and by his demeanor, it seemed he had suffered some kind of blow. He was the eldest son of the Song Family—who would dare hurt him?
“Xiao Lan, do you love me?” Yufeng rested his head on Xiao Lan’s shoulder. Now he had nothing else but her.
“Of course, I love you, what’s wrong today?” Xiao Lan placed a hand on Yufeng’s shoulder, looking at him with concern.
“If I had nothing, would you still want to be with me?” Yufeng studied Xiao Lan’s delicate face. As long as she was willing to be with him, he swore he’d eventually make her happy.
“Silly! Of course, I would, being with you is my greatest happiness,” Xiao Lan ran her hand over Yufeng’s face, “Tell me, what happened today? Did something unpleasant occur? Did she fight with you again?” That Yang Xin’er was truly annoying; even after Yufeng had proposed divorce, she still shamelessly refused to agree. But it didn’t matter, as long as Yufeng’s heart was with her, the position of Mrs. Song would eventually be hers.
“She didn’t come to argue with me. It was my dad; he gave me the choice between divorce and leaving without a penny. I chose to be with you, and now I only have you. Don’t worry, I’ll work hard in the future, so you don’t suffer,” Yufeng tightened his embrace, holding Xiao Lan closer.
Xiao Lan paused, then resting her head against Yufeng’s chest, she said softly, “As long as I can be with you, I’m not afraid of anything.” She refused to believe Mr. Song would truly disinherit Yufeng.
“Xiao Lan, you’re so good to me!” Yufeng, moved, kissed Xiao Lan’s forehead, “I have something else to tell you, this villa is being reclaimed by the Song Family. We have to move out quickly.”