Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

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Chapter 594: Dad, If You Feel Shortchanged, Just Marry Leng Shuangwei’s Mother.

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You mean to make me angry.” Nian Qingyun chuckled bitterly. “Chengcheng, I’m in the wrong. Let’s not go back and forth on this. Come back to me. We can still be the family we once were.”

“Yes,” Grandpa Nian echoed. “Even if you find another man, the two of you will still have to get through your differences. Many people come to regret their divorce only after remarrying.”

“Indeed,” Second Uncle Nian agreed hastily.

Nian Junting said coolly, “Aren’t you all here to discuss my wedding matters? Why are we talking about my mother?”

“We’re killing two birds with one stone,” Murong Ze said. “The financial scientist courting your mother seems like a good suitor. He’s talented, younger, more caring, and more dashing than your father. Importantly, he has been courting her for a few years. Your mother should not stay single forever.”

“She isn’t divorced.” Nian Qingyun was furious. “Murong Ze, you’re betraying our marriage. What’s so good about a financial scientist? He’s probably sly and cunning. Don’t be conned by him.”

“I’m a person of principle, unlike you. I don’t want to waste my time arguing with you. I’ll be sending over the documents for our divorce soon. You have two choices, either we go to court to settle this, or you can just sign your name on the documents. Let’s not blow up this affair and draw the public’s attention. I’m sure it’ll do no good to your reputation. I’m not joking this time.” As soon as Murong Cheng finished her sentence, she got up and said, “Dad, Mom, let’s go.”

As the three of them reached the door, Murong Ze turned and said, “Nian Changzhang, if you insist on my grandson marrying Leng Shuangwei, it has to go through me. He’s my grandson, too. Don’t think for a moment that just because he has your surname, his future and happiness will be in your hands. I’m not dead yet.”

Murong Ze started to leave. Nian Junting stood up to catch up to them. Suddenly, he heard Grandpa Nian’s deep rumbling voice say, “Stop there.”

“Grandpa.” Nian Junting turned around.

Grandpa Nian sighed. “Junting, your father won’t be able to let your mother go. They have been husband and wife for more than 20 years. As a son, why don’t you try to talk to your mother?”

“At first, I never had the intention of convincing them to reconcile, nor did I have the intention of convincing them to get a divorce. But now that you’re forcing me to marry someone I don’t want to marry and taking away my happiness, I guess I can’t let the lot of you be happy, either.” Nian Junting shrugged.

“How could I have fathered a child like you?” Nian Qingyun was so incensed that he wanted to grab a broom and hit Nian Junting.

“You contributed a single sperm, that’s how.” Nian Junting chuckled. “Dad, if you feel shortchanged, just marry Leng Shuangwei’s mother. That way, Leng Shuangwei will be your daughter, and our Nian family can repay Shuangwei’s life-saving grace. I’ll take good care of her, too.”

Second Uncle Nian was actually stunned. “That sounds like a feasible idea.”

“Feasible, my ass. Scram!” Nian Qingyun could not listen any longer. He picked up a teacup and sent it crashing in Nian Junting’s direction.

“I’m going, I’m going.” Nian Junting ducked before scrambling for the door.

“Dad, what do you think of this…” Nian Qingyun looked at Grandpa Nian and noticed that he was staring at him. “You can’t possibly be in agreement with that scoundrel…”

Grandpa Nian coughed into his fist. “How can that be possible? You might as well be beaten to death by Leng Zhe. What’s important now is to patch things up with the Leng family instead of worsening the animosity. Since the Murong family does not agree, then we’ll have to wait. As for you and Murong Cheng, I think she’s made up her mind this time. Now that your children are grown up, and her work is stable, she must have nothing left to lose. Just agree to her divorce. Nothing good came of dragging it out for the past eight years, anyway. I think it’s hopeless.”