Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

Yao Ying was silent for a moment: "Are you going to get divorced?"

"Yes, Mom, this is a decision we made after careful consideration." Yang Qingheng carefully observed her expression and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that she was not stressed.

"Okay, let you go," Yao Ying waved her hand, with a calm and suppressed feeling before the storm was about to come, "ask Song Hengjue to come in."

Yang Qingheng originally wanted to explain a few more words, but when he saw her being so calm, he swallowed the words back in his stomach, opened the door and went out.

Song Hengjue noticed her coming out and quickly stood up.

Yang Qingheng nodded to him: "Mom asked you to come in. She has something to tell you."

"Yeah, wontons." Song Hengjue stuffed the lunch box into her arms, pushed the door open and went in. As soon as it was closed tightly, a roar came from inside.

"You bastard, you made my wife angry and ran away!"

This was followed by the crackling sound of things being smashed, mixed with the muffled sound of several objects hitting the flesh.

Yao Ying was really pissed off by this stubborn ass-like son, and he couldn't control the intensity of his beatings.

Yang Qingheng said that the two young people didn't like each other. Could it be that she didn't know if her daughter-in-law liked her son? If she didn't like her son, why would she be so nice to an old woman like her?

She knew as soon as she heard that it was this stupid son's problem.

Song Hengjue was afraid that the old lady's good health would be broken by anger again, so he remained motionless and allowed her to vent her anger without even saying a word.

He took a few punches from the old lady abruptly.

"Did you mess around with a woman outside? Otherwise Qingheng would be so angry! Apologize to her immediately!" Yao Ying refused to give up and pushed him hard.

Song Hengjue didn't move at all, his black and white eyes were calm, without a trace of ripples: "Mom, melons that are forced are not sweet."

"The fortune teller said you won't be able to eat melons in your life!" Yao Ying gave him a hard blow on the head to prevent him from saying anything else that would make her take action. She pointed to the door and said, "Get out."

Song Hengjue didn't wait long and walked out the door as soon as he finished speaking.

"Let's go, divorce."

Yang Qingheng responded and followed him not far or near.

The moment he got the certificate, Yang Qingheng looked dazed, and there seemed to be an empty space in his heart.

In such a hot summer, my hands and feet are cold but there is no heat at all.

I never thought that my marriage that lasted for twenty years in my previous life would end so easily in this life, but I had nothing to regret in my heart, especially when I saw Xu Lan's familiar face.

"This is half of the property, except for the family's old house."

Song Hengjue took out an envelope, and Yang Qingheng looked at the thickness, which was at least several thousand.

He was really generous, but she wasn't surprised at all and even found it funny.

With an indifferent expression: "No, I don't need it."

Song Hengjue pursed her lips and kept her outstretched hand in the air, stubbornly unwilling to take it back. One hand was still holding her arm. This posture meant that she had to take the money today.

A chuckle broke the stagnant atmosphere: "Take it if he gives it to you. Don't say that Hengjue has treated you badly in the future."

Xu Lan took out the envelope and forced it into Yang Qingheng's hand. Song Hengjue also let go of his hand.

Yang Qingheng pinched the envelope without even looking at it, and threw it hard on Song Hengjue's face: "It seems that you two need this money more than me. Now, immediately, immediately, take this money and go." Call the hospital and check your brain! Don't get any incurable disease."

A wad of money flew out from inside, attracting the side glances of passers-by. Fortunately, there were fewer pedestrians on the road now, otherwise it would have been necessary to squeeze in.

"Qingheng, hurry up, aunt will have to wait a long time for us to eat." Tang Bainian leaned in front of the car, waved to Yang Qingheng, and glanced at Song Hengjue, full of gloating.

Yesterday, he was afraid that Song Hengjue would suddenly change his mind and that the marriage would not work out. Now it seems that there is no need for him to come over to fan the flames. Song Hengjue is going to kill himself.

Yang Qingheng turned around, nodded towards him, and walked over quickly: "I've kept you waiting for a long time."

"Which of us is following the other? There's no need to say these kind words." Tang Bainian diligently helped her open the car door.

Song Hengjue frowned and didn't come back to his senses until Yang Qingheng left.

"What are you looking at? She will be someone else's daughter-in-law from now on. Yang Qingheng doesn't look like she's going to turn around. You should give up on this." Xu Lan had a look on his face as he stuffed the money and house keys he picked up. into his hand.

"You can donate it if you don't want it." Song Hengjue took it, glanced at her coldly, and strode away.

In the car.

The man didn't know how many times he looked this way.

Yang Qingheng helplessly held up her forehead: "Okay, don't look at it. I'm not as fragile as you think, so I'm not crying."

Tang Bainian's ears were slightly red, and he looked away as if he was electrocuted: "Are you going to Songjiacun to pack your luggage?"

"Well, let's go now." Yang Qingheng responded. If you want to leave, please walk cleanly to avoid having to touch him from time to time, which is inconvenient and inappropriate.

"Have you decided where to live?" Tang Bainian then asked, "I heard you talk about this yesterday, so I told my aunt that she didn't go to work today and had to clean up a room to come out. Such a fickle temper I guess I’ve even bought a quilt, would you mind staying there for a while?”

When he said this, Tang Bainian's fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and his palms began to sweat. He did not dare to move, for fear that Yang Qingheng would see his little thoughts.

My aunt liked Yang Qingheng so much that it was difficult to move out within a year and a half after she moved in. It just so happened that this was what he had in mind.

Fortunately, Yang Qingheng didn't look over at all, hesitated for a moment, and did not refuse Zhou Shuwen's kindness. Besides, she didn't want to stay in the guest house all the time. Not to mention it was unsafe, so Yao Ying knew to worry.

"Then trouble you."

Tang Bainian was secretly happy and shook his head hurriedly: "No trouble, no trouble. You went home and it was too late for her to be happy."

Not long after, the car suddenly stopped. Yang Qingheng turned around in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"We're out of gas. We have to call Xu Feng to send a bottle of gasoline." Tang Bainian touched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. He was originally going to refuel, but he was so excited that he forgot about it.

Yang Qingheng looked at the environment outside, opened the door and got out of the car: "It's not far from Songjia Village. You wait here and I'll just walk back. You can fill up the gas before driving over?"

"Well, I'll go there as soon as possible." Tang Bainian responded.