Chapter 768

Jiang Nannan took a deep breath, her hands still tightly clenched, "Dad, Mom, Huo Jingyan, I'm sorry."

"I have already made my decision; let's get a divorce."

Huo Fu and Huo Mu looked at Jiang Nannan, unable to accept this.

Jiang Nannan could not bear to look at the two elders, and even Huo Jingyan's gaze, which was fixed on her the moment her words fell, made it impossible for her to meet his eyes.

"In the future, I can treat Huo Jingyan as a brother, and in my eyes, you will still be my mom and dad. It's just that, perhaps fate is playing a trick on us, I can no longer deceive myself; the marital relationship between Huo Jingyan and me ends here."

By the time Jiang Nannan reached the end of her words, she had already raised her head to look at Huo Jingyan.

What she collided with was a pair of eyes as deep and boundless as a black hole, with an obvious sorrow within them.

Suddenly, Jiang Nannan could no longer speak the words that were to follow, and could only quietly wait for Huo Jingyan's reply.

Today, with both sets of their parents present, both she and he were very clear about the outcome.

After an unknown length of silence, Huo Jingyan spoke: "Alright, let's divorce."

Both sets of parents looked at each other.

Their eyes were all a bit red.

That the two children's ending would conclude in divorce was an outcome they had never imagined.

They had thought that before long there would be grandsons and granddaughters, but they had never thought that the two children would separate now.

——

Qiao Guanqing and Hua Qian had just returned from the Ancestral Residence of the Qiao Family.

They had met Qiao Laotaiye.

That is, the older brother of Qiao Nainai's husband, Qiao Guanqing's uncle.

In Qiao Guanqing's hand was a scroll of an Ancient Painting; even though the aged Ancient Painting was rolled up, it still exuded a rich, antique charm.

There was even a faint, unconscious allure that drew one in, making it impossible to look away.

It took a long time for Song Ziqi to recover from that scroll of painting.

"You are the servant's daughter that Qiao Muting raised?" Hua Qian recognized Song Ziqi.

Qiao Guanqing had long since forgotten what Song Ziqi looked like, but he remembered that such a person existed.

Seeing that Song Ziqi's appearance was pure and lovely, he couldn't help but look a few extra times.

"Yes, Master, Madam, I am Song Ziqi." Song Ziqi responded obediently.

A sharp glint flashed in Hua Qian's eyes, "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, no, I just arrived a few minutes ago."

Qiao Guanqing glanced at Hua Qian, and Hua Qian understood, "You came to see us because you have something on your mind, right? Does Mu Ting know you came?"

Song Ziqi was a little nervous, "Brother Mu Ting doesn't know; I didn't tell him. Actually, he doesn't have time to answer my calls right now; his eyes are only on Shu Xia right now. Ah... I, I misspoke, Brother Mu Ting is very busy right now."

They probably don't know the news that Brother Mu Ting and Shu Xia are married yet.

If they knew, they definitely wouldn't agree, right?

After all, Shu Xia's background is too ordinary; she simply isn't presentable.

Hua Qian and Qiao Guanqing saw through Song Ziqi's intentions.

Especially Hua Qian, who saw at a glance that Song Ziqi was a "green tea" bitch; her level of "tea" wasn't very high—of course, in her eyes, these tactics were all things she had finished playing with years ago.

"Go inside and have some tea first," Hua Qian said gently.

——

Three days later, Shu Xia was discharged from the hospital.

The wound had healed, and the doctor recommended several expensive scar-removal creams; if applied in time, the wound would disappear after a while and would not leave a scar.