No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

Mr. Chu couldn't understand.

He was extremely distressed. "Are you really going to part ways with me just because of that little bit of romance? Yinshuang, it is not easy for a divorced woman to find a perfect husband? Besides, how easy is it to make a name for yourself in City B? You are still too naive!"

But Mrs. Chu had made up her mind.

With tears in her eyes, she still called him Summer.

Her voice was sad and moving: "What you said is exactly what I thought before! In fact, before today, I almost never thought about separating from you, because I admired and loved you so much, in my heart you are my heaven... When I found out that you had countless lovers outside, I was very painful, but I tried my best to convince myself that it was just a casual play, and you would always come home after having enough fun."

“I thought I would endure it forever.”

"It wasn't until I saw the relationship between Mr. Qiao and Mrs. Qiao that I suddenly realized... Zhixia, we are just living together and just making do with each other because we haven't found anyone better. I can see your desire for Mrs. Qiao, but I don't get angry because I know that Mrs. Qiao won't be attracted to you. She has seen the best scenery, so why would she stop for a toilet!"

……

Mr. Chu's face turned black.

His wife actually compared him to a toilet. He wanted to refute, but found that he couldn't refute a single word.

Mrs. Chu stopped talking.

The light in the carriage was dim, and her face was more serene than ever before.

When she returned home, she packed her belongings and put them in the guest room, intending to sleep in a separate room from Mr. Chu. She also took out the money that Mr. Chu had left there. She was not stupid, as she had dedicated more than ten years of her youth to this project. It was impossible for her to have nothing. She was not greedy and only wanted one third.

Mr. Chu sat on the sofa.

He watched his wife coming in and out, as if she was making arrangements for her affairs after her death, and he felt very complicated... In fact, he may not have loved her that much before, but now that she was leaving, he felt reluctant to let her go.

But he did not try to keep her, as he thought there were plenty of women in the world.

……

It was late at night in the VIP ward of the hospital.

Aunt Zhang also rushed over overnight. She carefully cooked some tonic for Meng Yan and fed it to her wife spoonful by spoonful, just like she was serving her own daughter.

Qiao Shiyan, who was standing by, was teasing the baby.

He looked at his handsome and strong son and said sincerely, "It's easy to name this child. Let's call him Qiao Zhuangzhuang! What a good name... It's recognizable!"

Meng Yan almost choked on a mouthful of bird's nest.

She looked at her husband with disapproval in her eyes: "This name is too crude!"

Qiao Shiyan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is that Qiao Dazhuang?"

Meng Yan was so angry that she ignored him.

Aunt Zhang was feeding Meng Yan some tonics, smiling, "Sir, if you are so partial to one and not to the other, the child will definitely blame you when he grows up! This name is more down-to-earth than those given to us country kids."

Qiao Shiyan pinched his son's face and said, "Zhuangzhuang, Dazhuang, don't they sound good?"

The youngest son burst into tears.

Meng Yan glanced at him and told him to bring the child to her. Although Qiao Shiyan had only one hand, he was still very flexible and carefully handed her his son. Meng Yan untied her chest and fed the child... She took good care of this baby and it was very full. Qiao Zhuangzhuang sucked greedily and found it extremely sweet.

Qiao Shiyan didn't dare to look any further and sat back on the sofa.

Although Meng Yan had just given birth, she was clean and tidy after cleaning. She looked very beautiful with her eyes lowered under the light... She looked at her beautiful youngest son who was getting married, and her voice was low and gentle: "Call him Qiao Yutang!"

“It’s quite artistic.”

Qiao Shiyan repeated it once, walked over and touched his youngest son's head: "Let's call him Zhuangzhuang!"

Meng Yan was angry, "Qiao Shiyan!"

Qiao Shiyan laughed softly. He looked at his Xiaoyan under the light and thought she was pretty no matter how he looked at her... Aunt Zhang was tactful and went to the small room, closing the door and refusing to listen to her husband's nonsense.

The ward was quiet, with only the sound of Xiao Yutang swallowing.

Gulp gulp…

It makes the father feel very uncomfortable to hear that.

Qiao Shiyan sat on the side of the bed. He changed his sitting position, which Meng Yan saw. She looked down at her son and said softly, "If you really can't stand it, go to the bathroom. It's not good to hold it in all the time."

Since she moved to H City,

Although Qiao Shiyan came over once every half a month, she was always busy and she was pregnant. It turned out that they had not done it once in nearly half a year. Not even once.

Meng Yan was quite considerate of him.

Qiao Shiyan didn't care. He stared at her little face and said, "It's okay! It will be gone in a while."

He really missed her.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch her face.

Meng Yan followed his strength and leaned into his shoulder. She missed him just as much as he did...

At night, everyone is actually tired.

But absence is better than a new marriage.

But they didn't say those sweet words. Instead, they talked about the situation of the Shen family and the situation in H City. At the end, Meng Yan leaned on his shoulder and said softly, "Chu Zhixia can no longer be used."

Qiao Shiyan deeply agreed with this.

He has handsome eyebrows and fine lines at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows due to time, but he does not look old, but instead looks more like a mature man.

He agreed with Meng Yan's idea: "Now that the Shen family has collapsed, there is no point in keeping these connections... You said you owe Mrs. Chu a favor, so just support Secretary Zhong to check and balance Chu Zhixia and not cause us any trouble!"

Meng Yan hummed slightly.

Only after they finished talking about serious matters did they have time to express their deep feelings.

The lights are dim,

Qiao Shiyan put his arm around his wife's shoulders and kissed her lightly.

He didn't want to stop even when his whole body was on fire. He looked down at the back of Xiao Yutang's black head and whispered, "When you are one month old, I will do the recovery surgery and we will have another daughter."

Meng Yan disagreed.

She whispered, "Wait another two years! Wait until Yutang is older."

Qiao Shiyan: "Xiaoyan, I'm 42 this year."

Meng Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing. She looked up at his tall, beautiful nose and said in a soft and tender voice, "Who can you blame for your age?"

"It's your fault that you were born too late."

Qiao Shiyan's eyes were deep and tender...

Just when the two were being affectionate, Qiao Shiyan's cell phone rang. It was Secretary Jin calling.

He pressed answer.

Secretary Jin said briefly, "Boss Qiao, Lin Mo Nong has given birth to a daughter for Shen Cishu! The baby's umbilical cord blood has been sent to the hospital where Shen Xi is."

Qiao Shiyan grasped the key point: "Is it a daughter?"