After the divorce, Mr. Sheng regretted it

Fu Ying's face instantly darkened, as if covered with dark clouds.

Could it be that from now on, will she still have to be disciplined by this woman?
Thinking of this, Fu Ying clenched her fists hanging by her side even tighter.

"Mom, is this question difficult to answer?" Seeing that she hadn't answered, Meng Ziyi continued to ask.

"Can't answer? That's fine, then you can arrange the divorce between Junheng and me as soon as possible." Meng Ziyi said with a smile.

Fu Ying naturally didn't want her son to be involved, and she didn't want any troubles at home.

Their family can't stand the toss anymore.

So, she had to make a compromise: "You have the final say."

"Really?" Seeing someone's ugly face, Meng Ziyi felt extremely refreshed.

She was finally able to get back all the grievances she had suffered from this woman before.

"Really." Fu Ying gritted her teeth and said.

Just as Meng Ziyi was about to speak, she heard footsteps.

So, she suddenly grabbed Fu Ying's hand and pushed herself.

Immediately afterwards, she fell down the stairs.

"Ah—" Her screams filled the living room.

Fu Ying froze on the spot, still haven't figured out what happened.

Sheng Junheng who came in from the outside, from his perspective, it looked like Fu Ying pushed Meng Ziyi, and Meng Ziyi rolled down the stairs.

"Ziyi!" Sheng Junheng immediately raised his feet and walked towards Meng Ziyi.

"It hurts..." Meng Ziyi lay on the ground with a face full of pain.

"Where does it hurt?" Sheng Junheng asked anxiously.

After these three years of getting along, he still developed some feelings for this woman.

"Here." Meng Ziyi pointed to the ankle.

I saw that her ankles were swollen and looked just like that steamed bun.

Sheng Junheng raised his head and glanced at Fu Ying, there was a bit of reproach in his eyes.

How could Fu Ying bear being treated like this by her own son?
She immediately explained: "It has nothing to do with me! I didn't push her!"

"You didn't push it. Could it be that she fell from the stairs by herself? Why did she do this?" Sheng Junheng didn't believe her at all.

"She..." Fu Ying still planned to argue hard.

However, Sheng Junheng interrupted her coldly: "Enough! Don't talk anymore! I think I should also make up my mind and move out of here with Ziyi."

"Junheng..." Fu Ying looked at Sheng Junheng in surprise.

Her son...is he going to abandon her?

"I'll carry you up." Sheng Junheng had already bent down, picked up Meng Ziyi, and carried her upstairs.

When Meng Ziyi and Fu Ying passed by each other, the corners of Meng Ziyi's lips evoked an imperceptible smile.

Fu Ying gritted her teeth and looked at Meng Ziyi.

This damned woman dared to provoke the relationship between their mother and child!
Sheng Junheng carried Meng Ziyi into their room.

"Junheng, it hurts so much here, rub it for me, okay?" Meng Ziyi asked coquettishly.

Although Sheng Junheng didn't speak, he had already turned around to look for medicinal wine.

After finding the medicinal wine, he came to Meng Ziyi's side and sat down.

"During the three years I lived with my mother, I must have suffered a lot of grievances." Sheng Junheng's voice was very soft.

"I'm not wronged. She is your mother, and that is my mother. I don't feel wronged." Meng Ziyi shook her head and said.

"I know what she has done to you. In the past few years, you have tolerated her and made concessions. I know that." Sheng Junheng poured the medicinal wine into his palm.