The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

"Heli!"

Everyone around couldn't help but take a breath.

Zhou Zigu and Jiang Wanqing have actually divorced!

Zhou Zigu didn't expect that Jiang Wanqing would talk about the divorce in front of so many people.

Jiang Wanqing isn't afraid of being embarrassed at all?

Zhou Zigu frowned.

Then he said, "I just wrote the divorce letter yesterday, but it hasn't been approved by the government yet, so it doesn't count."

Jiang Wanqing's eyes flickered, and she saw the calculation in Zhou Zigu's eyes.

Song Nansheng, who was standing by, also added fuel to the fire: "Yes, Madam, you can't just divorce and no longer care about Mu Sheng just to avoid your responsibilities as the mistress of the house, right? You raised Mu Sheng, so it's reasonable and logical for you to be responsible for him."

Jiang Wanqing's eyes were filled with coldness, and he sneered, "Responsible, right? In my opinion, Mu Sheng is just an adopted son. Since he is already a gambler, he is a useless person. It is better to just give up on him and throw him to Wuyou Pavilion. Then go back to the clan and find a good child. Maybe, he won't be used. Now that the Marquis is back, are you still worried about not having children?"

After hearing this, Song Nansheng suddenly lost his composure.

He quickly replied: "How can that be possible!"

Zhou Musheng is Zhou Zigu’s biological son.

Zhou Zigu also frowned: "No matter what, Mu Sheng is recognized under my name. He is my son, Zhou Zigu. How can I reject him because of a small mistake?"

Although Zhou Zigu also wanted to beat Zhou Musheng to death.

But now he has lost his ability to reproduce. Don't say that Zhou Musheng is a gambler, even if he is a fool, he has to admit it.

Jiang Wanqing covered her lips and chuckled.

He looked at Zhou Zigu and said, "Since he is your son, you should be responsible for him. Why should I pay for him?"

Zhou Zigu gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, it's because you are my wife, so you have to share the good and the bad together!"

Jiang Wanqing glanced at Zhou Zigu with a complicated expression.

It seems like this is the first time I’ve met such a shameless person.

She knew that Zhou Zigu was shameless, but she didn't expect that Zhou Zigu could be so shameless.

I have already written the divorce letter, but he still wants me to share the difficulties with him.

Why not say that we should share the happiness?

Once he gets lucky, he will kick me away and hug another woman to get to the top.

But he can say these big words to himself with a clear conscience, which is simply a disease.

Jiang Wanqing took a deep breath and glanced at Shui Yun beside him.

Shui Yun nodded, and the next second, she took out a piece of letter from her pocket.

She took a few steps forward and placed the letter in front of Zhou Zigu.

He said sarcastically, "Please read carefully, my Lord. The divorce letter on this piece of paper has been stamped with official documents. From yesterday on, the Seventh Miss of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion has no relationship with you, the Marquis of the Marquis of Xingchang's Mansion.

Since it has nothing to do with you, then there is no reason for us, the master, to clean up your mess!"

Zhou Zigu looked at the divorce agreement in front of him, and then stared at the seal of the official document again and again.

He looked at Jiang Wanqing in disbelief.

He opened his mouth and asked, "You were so impatient to get the seal from the government? I just gave you the divorce letter yesterday, and you already got it stamped yesterday?"

Zhou Zigu really didn't expect that Jiang Wanqing was so eager to divorce him.

He looked at Jiang Wanqing deeply, with confusion in his eyes, not understanding why Jiang Wanqing was like this.

Could it be that she doesn't have any memories of her time in the Marquis of Xingchang's Mansion?

Jiang Wanqing looked at Zhou Zigu coldly and said sarcastically, "Since you have asked the Marquis for a divorce, you must be eager to get away from this mess as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you delay it until today or tomorrow, I will have to pay for the 50,000 taels of gold. I am not a fool!"

Jiang Wanqing revealed Zhou Zigu's thoughts with just a few words.

This also made it clear to outsiders.

"I didn't expect that even at this time, the Marquis is still plotting against Miss Jiang."

"Yeah, they've already submitted the divorce papers, but they're still thinking about asking her to pay off the debts for their adopted son. How dare they bring this up?"

"Who doesn't know about the adultery in the listening library? Miss Jiang donated most of her wealth, and the rest were all gifts from the emperor. Zhou Zigu wants Miss Jiang to pay 50,000 taels. Isn't that forcing Miss Jiang to sell the gifts from the emperor? This is a matter of life and death."

"No wonder Miss Jiang wants to divorce. This Xingchang Marquisate is such a jerk. They only want to push people into a dead end."

"What good can Zhou Zigu be? He has only been back home for a month, but he has already taken in two concubines, one of whom is one month pregnant."

"When Zhou Zigu returned home earlier, his leg was still broken. I didn't expect that he couldn't hold it back even after this. It's really a sin..."

The people around him were talking and I didn't try to suppress it.

The sound was so loud that it reached the ears of Zhou Zigu, Jiang Wanqing and others.

Zhou Zigu glanced at those people coldly.

The onlookers around felt a chill all over their bodies, so they lowered their voices and continued to discuss in a low voice.

Zhou Zigu retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Wanqing with a complicated expression: "Do we have to go this far? No matter what, you and I have been husband and wife for more than a year after all."

Jiang Wanqing sneered when he heard this.

Then he slowly walked forward a few steps.

Stopped in front of Zhou Zigu.

Looking directly into Zhou Zigu's eyes, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't tell me, you really think I'm blind. You and Song Nansheng gave birth to a bastard, and you want me to take care of him like my own son?

Now he has rotted into a pile of mud, and you still expect me to help him up? I tell you, rotten mud should be thrown into the cesspool, you and him should go to where you belong!"

At this moment, Jiang Wanqing finally couldn't endure it any longer.

Zhou Zigu's pupils shrank slightly and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He opened his mouth and said, "How...how do you know? When did you know?"

Song Nansheng, who was kneeling powerlessly on the ground, did not hear what Qing Jiang Wanqing said to Zhou Zigu.

But all he saw was Zhou Zigu's horrified expression, and he became more and more confused.

Jiang Wanqing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and narrowed his eyes: "When you did this, you should have thought that this matter would be known to others one day.

Now, do you still want me to continue to pay back the 50,000 taels of gold for you? Otherwise, I will send someone to the princess's mansion right away.

Although I have no money, it does not mean that Her Royal Highness the Princess has no money either. I believe that Her Royal Highness the Princess will be happy to pay you back, especially for your own son."