Chapter 286: Divorced

This slap came suddenly, the "bang" sound of it hitting the coffee table was even more sudden, and the blood flowing from the hand covering it was even more sudden.

In the end, it still had to be the mother. Wu's mother reacted, put the Mimi who was crying heart-rendingly in her arms onto the sofa, stood up, and directly gave Su Mingzhe, who was angry and hesitant and didn't know what to do, a slap: "Su Mingzhe, are you crazy? You bastard, how dare you hit Feifei?"

After saying this, she quickly squatted down beside Wu Fei: "Feifei, let go, let Mom see."

Wu Fei's tears couldn't stop flowing. She obediently let go, without covering or blocking. Blood flowed down her eye socket, which was terrifying. But Wu Fei just cried, just looking at the at-a-loss Su Mingzhe without emotion.

Su Mingzhe wasn't calm at this moment, but that soaring anger had passed. Looking at Wu Fei crying and bleeding, and that cold look, his mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't know what to do.

Wu's mother took some paper from the tissue box on the coffee table and carefully wiped the blood around the wound. Seeing the wound, she let out a long breath—it was just a layer of skin broken. Relieved, she turned and glared at Su Mingzhe: "What are you staring at? Why don't you go get the medical kit!"

"Ah? Oh, oh, getting it, getting it." After the dazed answer, Su Mingzhe turned and ran to the room to get the medical kit kept in the house.

Turning back to look at her disheveled daughter, Wu's mother couldn't help but sigh. She hadn't expected it to turn out like this. Her original intention was just to lecture Su Mingzhe, to warn him not to disregard Wu Fei and the child, and to live a good life.

She and Wu Fei thought the same—it wasn't that Su Daqiang couldn't come, it wasn't that Su Mingzhe couldn't be filial, but he couldn't sacrifice his wife and children. The very realistic situation was that the family's savings weren't enough to support them for long, and finding a job was an unknown. In such a situation, bringing Su Daqiang over was irresponsible to the family.

Although she had some complaints about bringing Su Daqiang over, Wu Fei had never said he couldn't come. There was a prior agreement: wait until a new job was found, see the situation, and then handle the visa and bring him over. After all, no one could say what the situation with a new job would be. What if he earned less? What if he was busier?

But what was the fact? It was that Su Mingzhe had done it sneakily, bringing Su Daqiang over without prior notice. This was wrong. Regarding this matter, he couldn't justify it anywhere. There wasn't even the most basic respect between husband and wife.

Wu's mother looked sideways at Su Daqiang, who was looking at his nose and heart, focused, and motionless, pretending to be dead. She was truly furious, but she didn't say anything in the end, and there was nothing to say. After all, his own son was arguing with his daughter-in-law to this point, and he didn't stop them or try to persuade them. Instead, he had just said those words—he couldn't be counted on.

As for the child crying heart-rendingly on the side, let her cry; they couldn't care about her anymore...

Before long, Su Mingzhe ran over with the medical kit: "Mom, let me do it."

Wu's mother didn't speak, pushed Su Mingzhe away, opened the medical kit herself, rummaged for disinfectant, cotton swabs, etc., and carefully helped Wu Fei clean the wound.

After a while, the wound was treated. Wu Fei wiped the blood off her face with a wet wipe and stood up: "Su Mingzhe, let's divorce."

Wu's mother wanted to interrupt—after all, at this age, with a four-year-old daughter, how could they divorce? But she held back the words that reached her lips. It was better to respect her daughter's own choice.

"Feifei, don't talk nonsense. I was wrong, it was all my fault, okay, Feifei." Su Mingzhe quickly explained: "I was just excited for a moment and slipped up, I didn't mean it. Will you forgive me this once, okay? Just once."

"If there's one time, there will be two, and there will be countless times. Su Mingzhe, I've had enough of your selfishness. You only care about your own face and never consider me and Mimi."

"Mimi is innocent. She's still so young, how can you bear to let her not have a complete family? The damage to her is too great. Feifei, I know you're angry, but can you calm down? I was truly wrong, give me another chance. If you're really angry, hit me, hit me until you're satisfied."

Wu Fei had thought about divorcing before, but held back for the sake of the child. Today, after receiving this big slap, she didn't leave any room at all: "The child comes with me. Let's handle it on Monday." She didn't want to say anything more useless, because everything that should have been said had already been said, and there was really no need to say anything more. She

After saying this, she pushed away the blocking Su Mingzhe, left behind the words "Mom, coax Mimi," and went upstairs directly to pack her things and leave. She would find a hotel to stay in for a while. Life couldn't be lived like this, so how could she stay in this home?

Su Mingzhe's face was complex. He swung his hand and chased after her, but was shut out by Wu Fei.

Helpless, Su Mingzhe began to beg through the crack in the door: "Feifei, don't be impulsive. The biggest harm of divorce is to Mimi. It's bad for her personality and mental health. Her growth only happens once, how can you bear to let Mimi suffer so much? Are you doing this because I brought my dad over? I'll send him back, okay? And I'll find a job, I'll find a job right away, Feifei. Our life will definitely get better and better. Why can't you give me another chance, why can't you believe me?"

Hearing no response, Su Mingzhe began to mutter, moving himself, recalling the past, describing the future—anyway, he didn't want to divorce. Even if not for Wu Fei, he had to do it for the child.

After a while, Wu Fei packed her and the child's things, got a large and a small suitcase, and opened the door. Two heartless words: "Move aside."

"No." Su Mingzhe reached out to hug her, explaining: "Feifei, what I said is true, believe me."

Wu Fei pushed Su Mingzhe away and said: "Su Mingzhe, do you still not understand where the problem is? Is it that I don't want your dad to come? Have I said these words? Didn't I say to wait until you find a job, handle the visa, and then bring your dad over? Yes, my attitude wasn't good, but did I stop you from being filial? No, right, Su Mingzhe?"

"What did you do? You went behind my back and secretly brought your dad over. Did you consider the reality? You were just being filial for yourself. Did you think about me and Mimi? You didn't. You never cared about my feelings, never cared about us. Speaking of work, I urged you, but you couldn't have not known how much the family had to spend, right?"

"Even in such a situation, you still wanted to bring your dad over and spend money lavishly, traveling everywhere. I'm not saying you can't play—yes, your dad hasn't been to America, it's normal to look around, but couldn't you have dragged it out? And your so-called face, is it really that important? Would you die if you told the truth? You know that unemployment in America is normal, so what if you said it? If you said it, would your dad and Su Mingcheng not understand you?"

Wu Fei took a deep breath, holding back the rest of her complaints: "Things have reached this point, saying more is useless. The divorce is a must. The child must come with me. If you don't agree, find a lawyer."

Su Mingzhe's face was ugly as he watched Wu Fei laboriously carry the two suitcases downstairs. He punched the wall beside him in frustration, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain in his hand...

Downstairs, Su Daqiang watched as Wu's mother held the child, and Wu Fei pushed the suitcase herself, with the medium bag Wu's mother had brought hanging on the suitcase, and left.

Before long, Su Mingzhe came downstairs and sat on the sofa, decadent, his elbows supporting his knees, his head in his hands, not saying a word.

"Mingzhe, hurry up and chase after her, you can't really divorce..."

Receiving no response, Su Daqiang, who had come to life, groaned, stood up supporting his legs: "Mingzhe, this matter isn't my fault, it's you who brought me over. Now that it's turned into this, sigh... I think I'd better go, I won't cause you trouble. You buy me the nearest plane ticket, I'll pack up and go back."

Su Mingzhe looked up, bitter but unable to speak: "Dad! How could I blame you? It has nothing to do with you, just stay here peacefully. You must be hungry after all this time? I'll go cook for you, you watch TV for a while, it'll be ready soon." After saying this, he ran to the kitchen to get busy, continuing to cook, but the clanging sound revealed his terrible mood at the moment.

Su Mingzhe, this great filial son, had been fresh for half a month. Although his father's pile of small problems was still within the range of endurance, it was almost there. Not to mention Su Daqiang, who made trouble, even parents who didn't make any trouble would have a pile of messy things when staying with their children for a long time.

Knowing that the eldest son couldn't be provoked at this moment, Su Daqiang didn't speak again. He watched TV for a while, but the noise behind him was truly annoying. He sighed, took his phone, and returned to the room.

Skillfully opening WeChat, he found his second son: "Hello? Mingcheng, come pick Dad up."

Su Mingcheng had been living quite comfortably with Zhu Li for the past half month. Hearing this thunderbolt, Su Mingcheng, who was lying on the sofa acting like a master, sat up with a start: "What's wrong? Dad? Is Big Brother's big house not good to live in? Did Big Brother make you unhappy? Did he not take good care of you? Dad, tell me, I'll call and talk to him."

"Your sister-in-law doesn't want me to come, your big brother is unemployed and has no money to support me. Just now, Wu Fei's mother flew over from Shanghai. She had just arrived and hadn't even sat down when she started scolding me. She said it was all my fault, said I shouldn't have come. Now Wu Fei has taken the child and her mother and run out to find a hotel, saying she wants to divorce your big brother. Mingcheng, you tell me, what did Dad do wrong? It was your big brother who wanted to bring me over, not me who wanted to come. Why is it all my fault now? There's no such thing as pitting your father like this. I've finally seen it—your big brother is unreliable."

"What? How did it turn into this?" Su Mingcheng frowned: "Dad, don't be anxious first. I'll call Big Brother right now and ask what's going on and what he plans to do."

"No, why are you calling him at this time? Then wouldn't your big brother know that I told you? I'm just telling you the situation. Can you come and pick Dad up? Dad isn't comfortable staying here."

"Dad, neither Lili nor I have visas, how can I go over there?"

"I don't care, you hurry up and think of a way, think of a way." Su Daqiang's ability came up: "Also, don't call your big brother, otherwise he'll come looking for trouble with me. That's it, you think of a way, hanging up."

Hanging up the phone, Su Daqiang also called Su Mingyu. The general content was about the same. Anyway, he used a pitiful tone to indicate that it had nothing to do with him and that he wanted to go back.

After listening and understanding what was going on, Su Mingyu hung up the phone directly and didn't care what he said at all. Based on her understanding of Su Daqiang, there must be his contribution in it. However, thinking that her relationship with Wu Fei was still okay, and there was a child, Su Mingyu still called Wu Fei. After asking about the reason, she comforted Wu Fei, but Su Mingyu didn't care anymore. It had nothing to do with her. She didn't persuade them to divorce or reconcile. Wasn't it good to play happily with the little one?

"None of them are reliable, none of them can be counted on, sigh..."

Listening to the busy signal from the phone, Su Daqiang lay on the bed and pondered. He definitely couldn't stay in America. No matter what, he had to go. It wasn't that he didn't understand things; no matter whether Su Mingzhe divorced or not, he couldn't stay here anymore. After tossing and turning at Su Mingcheng's, he wasn't comfortable going back there, and he was afraid to go back to the old house. For a moment, he didn't know where he had a place to stay.

Most importantly, he had shown off so much before going abroad. If he went back in such a dejected way, what would he do if people made a joke of him? Where would he put his old face? It was all Su Mingzhe's fault...

Su Mingcheng hung up the phone, and Zhu Li couldn't help but ask three questions in a row: "Dad's call? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Be prepared, Dad might be coming back." Su Mingcheng sighed.

"Why? Wasn't he staying there quite well? Dad's Moments posts several times a day, all good scenery. Why is he suddenly coming back?"

Having finally had a half-month of peace without Su Daqiang making trouble, Zhu Li truly didn't want to return to the previous situation; it was simply a huge torture. It wasn't that she didn't want to support him, but Su Daqiang was too capable of making trouble. If he were a little more sensible, she wouldn't have any objections. But words were just words. If Su Daqiang really couldn't stay in America, it could only be them. Who told them to have spent so much money over the years? As for Su Mingyu, she really didn't have the face to look for her, nor did she want to. That Wang Yan was too difficult to deal with. His words were unpleasant, and he even used his hands.

Su Mingzhe was also very helpless: "Because of Dad's matter, Big Brother and Sister-in-law quarreled, and now they are divorcing. You say, how can Dad stay there? And Big Brother is unemployed, he can't even take care of himself, so how can he take care of Dad? No, I have to call Big Brother and ask what's going on."

"Don't call." Zhu Li quickly stopped him: "How can Big Brother have the heart to answer your call at this time? What if you say something wrong and add to Big Brother's troubles?"

"Then what should I do? You don't know my dad—he always talks nonsense. What if what he says isn't right?"

"That's your own father, how can you say that?" Zhu Li rolled her eyes and said: "Even if Dad talks nonsense, he wouldn't fool us with such things. Wait two days and see. Call Dad these two days and see how the situation is."

"That's all we can do..." Su Mingcheng shook his head irritably: "Oh, you say what kind of thing this is. We thought we could have some peace, and it's only been a few days since we sent him away. My big brother is also, making us happy for nothing. He didn't say he was unemployed earlier. If he had, we would have sent Dad over later. What's wrong with Dad staying with us for a few more days? Look at the trouble now..."

Zhu Li didn't speak, watched TV quietly, and enjoyed this rare peace that could be counted on one's fingers...

After two days of entanglement and retention, all of which were fruitless, Su Mingzhe saved his last bit of face. He just found a lawyer to help draft a contract for dividing the property, giving half to Wu Fei, and didn't fight her in court for custody of the child. And to be honest, he was unemployed now, so the chance of winning wasn't high.

They divorced by agreement, without too many messy things, and it was all finished in a week. The house was also listed for sale, and after it was sold, half would be given to Wu Fei.

Wu Fei resigned during this period. After the divorce was settled, she took the child and flew back to Shanghai with her mother. She wanted to rest for a while and soothe her shattered heart. Anyway, there was no home or business in America. If it weren't for the fact that, as she said, it was embarrassing to go abroad and come back, and the child was an American citizen, she wouldn't even have planned to go to America.

Looking at the suddenly empty house, Su Mingzhe couldn't understand how it had happened, why a originally happy life had suddenly become what it was today.

After a long silence, Su Mingzhe looked complexly at Su Daqiang, who was sitting there, drooping his old face and watching TV: "Dad, I'm sorry."

Su Mingcheng had already called him to ask what had happened. He knew it must have been his father who told him. No need to think, Su Mingyu knew too. His father made him lose all face, saying he was bad at this and wrong at that, but what could he do? Perhaps it would have been better not to bring him over in the first place...

Su Daqiang didn't turn his head, his eyes fixed on the host with blonde hair, big breasts, long legs, and big buttocks on the foreign program he watched less and less. He used his phlegmy voice to be sarcastic: "What are you sorry for? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come. I caused you trouble, and your divorce is all my fault."

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"Dad, don't think too much, it really has nothing to do with you."

"You were living well before, and as soon as I came, you divorced. Is it possible it has nothing to do with me? Does anyone believe it if I say it?" Su Daqiang waved his hand: "Mingzhe, I see I can't count on you either. Hurry up and buy me a plane ticket and send me back. Although the food and sleep at Mingcheng's aren't good, where else can I go? Mingyu can't be counted on either, and you... sigh... it's all my fault. Hurry up and send me back, Mingzhe, don't let me stay here and suffer."

"Dad, I've already bought you a plane ticket for Friday. When you get there, it will be Saturday, and Mingcheng and Zhu Li will be at home, which is convenient for picking you up." Su Daqiang's appearance made Su Mingzhe very annoyed, but he still said patiently: "And I've already thought it through. When I sell the house here, plus some savings in my hands, paying a down payment to buy you another house shouldn't be a problem. By then, you can go out and live by yourself, and I'll find you a nanny."

Su Daqiang was startled and a bit tempted, but still shook his head: "Forget it. You just divorced, and this house is about to be sold. You don't even have a place to live here. If you buy me another house, and others find out, wouldn't they poke my spine even more? Besides, I'm old. It's better for old people to live with their children, and someone can take care of me. Forget it..."

These words were quite good, and Su Mingzhe was a bit moved. After all, his father still cared about his son, but he still insisted: "Oh, Dad, I'll be able to find a job soon, and everything will get better. You don't need to worry for me. And you've worked hard for so many years. I originally thought that bringing you here would let you enjoy life, but I didn't expect so many things to happen. Anyway, I'm alone now, so it doesn't matter. It can be considered my filial piety as a son, and a little compensation."

"We'll talk about that later. Keep that money. You're so old, you can't really be a bachelor. By then, you can buy another house, marry another wife, and have another son. How good that would be." Su Daqiang waved his hand irritably: "Alright, that's settled. Hurry up and cook me something, I'm hungry."

He couldn't let his eldest son continue, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back and would really agree... However, although he refused now, he was definitely tempted in his heart.

Su Mingzhe waved his hand: "What's there to cook, Dad? I'll take you out for a big meal."

"A big meal?"

"Let's go, just the two of us. I'm too lazy to cook. Dad, you're going back to the country soon, so I'll let you enjoy yourself these two days."

Su Daqiang had already stood up: "Then what are you waiting for? I'm going to starve to death, hurry up..."

Three days later, at nine in the morning, the plane taking off from San Francisco, stopping in Seoul, and finally arriving in Shanghai took off. Su Daqiang looked reluctantly at the outline of the land exposed under the clouds, where his dream of freedom, which he had just rounded a little, was now shattered. That day was a sunny day...

However, because of Wang Yan, Su Daqiang being able to go back was unexpected, but also reasonable. Information on Wang Yan, a key figure, certainly existed. Su Daqiang, such a father-in-law of Wang Yan, should have been known by someone from the day he applied for a visa. However, perhaps precisely because they knew Wang Yan's information, they knew the relationship was really not good. Otherwise, whether Su Daqiang could leave was really a question.

Of course, even if Su Daqiang was really detained, Wang Yan wouldn't care. Let him die, it would save him from worrying...

It was already late November, and the north had long entered the cold winter, with goose-feather snow falling. Affected by this, the endless, fertile grassland had also turned into a snowfield, vast and white.

Far away, in the vast whiteness, a conspicuous small dot suddenly appeared on a small hill in the distance. That small dot, facing the cold wind and flying snow, advanced at a very fast speed, getting bigger and bigger.

Until it was a few hundred meters away, it was clear that it was a strong, tall horse galloping at full speed. One could faintly see the rider controlling the horse rising and falling with the horse's movements, and it seemed he was protecting a small baby in his arms.

Wang Lin wore a hat to protect her face, goggles, a face towel, and a sheepskin coat of appropriate size. Although the cold wind was still biting and the flying snow was still sharp as a knife, she was still excited, rising and falling with the horse in Wang Yan's arms, shouting excitedly, randomly shouting "Giddy up, giddy up."

Wang Yan rode the horse to a place where yurts gathered. Amidst the little girl's exclamation, he controlled the horse to perform a classic rearing, with the horse's front hooves raised and snorting. Others didn't know, but anyway, he thought it was cool.

"There's nothing else here, right?" Wang Yan pointed to the snow pile and asked the person who came to take the horse.

That person didn't know why Wang Yan asked this, but still said: "No, it was just swept up and piled up."

Wang Yan nodded. Amidst the little girl's "Ah," he lifted her up directly and threw her in, then turned and dismounted.

Su Mingyu, who was wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside behind, saw this and quickly ran over to rescue her daughter who was struggling in the snow pile: "Never seen a father like you."

The little girl didn't care. The snow was soft, and it was extremely comfortable to fall into it. She was quite happy, took off her face towel, her snot hanging long, and shouted to do it again...

However, under Su Mingyu's suppression, she finally gave up this immature idea and instead had a snowball fight with Su Mingyu. The mother and daughter beat each other for a while, and then happily returned to the yurt, which was filled with heat and warm and pleasant.

This month, Su Mingyu took Wang Lin to play all over the country. At this moment, she was on the Hulunbuir Grassland, which was Su Mingyu's last stop and also the last few days of her month-long vacation. Wang Yan took a day off, plus the weekend, which was a three-day short holiday, and rushed over to accompany them for two days.

Although Suzhou would also snow, how could that amount of snowfall compare to the north? Wang Lin had never seen such thick snow, so her excitement was beyond words. Especially since her father could ride horses, shoot arrows, had artistic bacteria, could build snowmen, and even build one in her image—it was truly good, and she had no intention of going back at all.

In the yurt, she drank some characteristic milk tea to warm her body, took off her thick coat, and then started eating shabu-shabu mutton, roasted whole lamb, etc. —all big meat, fragrant.

Watching the little girl sniffing her snot and eating meat with a hiss, Su Mingyu wiped her snot and said while eating: "Hey, Teacher Wang, I forgot to tell you when we video-chatted before, my big brother divorced Wu Fei last week."

Wang Yan really hadn't paid attention to how the people in the old Su family were doing. Hearing this suddenly, he was quite surprised. This Su Daqiang truly had strength. Calculating carefully, Su Daqiang hadn't been in America for a month, and it was truly fast. He really hadn't misjudged him.

"What happened?"

Su Mingyu ate while telling the story she heard from Wu Fei. In the end, she said: "I think Wu Fei divorced well."

Wang Yan looked at her with a smile: "Su Mingzhe is your big brother, why don't you stand on his side?"

"What about my big brother? I stand on the side of whoever is reasonable. If I were Wu Fei, I would have divorced him when my dad went there." Su Mingyu was indignant. She didn't know how the big brother in her memory had become like this. Although she didn't like his righteous nagging before, she felt the previous Su Mingzhe was still quite good.

"How was the property divided after the divorce? Who does the child follow?"

"Property 50/50, child follows Wu Fei."

Wang Yan laughed: "Then that means the house they live in has to be sold, right? Doesn't your dad's American dream disappear?"

"Don't mention my dad, I get angry just hearing it. It must have been him who told Su Mingzhe to go to America. Then my big brother, for the sake of face, brought him over behind Wu Fei's back when he hadn't found a job. When he got there..." Su Mingyu muttered about what Su Daqiang did there, and said: "It's all because of him that it turned into this. If it weren't for him insisting on going, or going later, it wouldn't have reached the point of divorce. What's even more excessive? During this process, he didn't say a word or persuade them, it's truly..."

This was so normal. In the drama, when Su Mingcheng and Zhu Li were divorcing, Su Daqiang was still researching buying a solid wood table for the new house. Now that Su Mingzhe and Wu Fei were divorcing, it was good enough that he didn't speak. If he had said two words like he did at Zhu Li's house, it would only have lowered the already low chance of reconciliation to the freezing point.

Of course, speaking of Su Mingcheng and Su Mingzhe, the brothers divorcing, it couldn't be ignored that Su Daqiang played a leading and key role in both. Originally, they weren't going to divorce, but Su Daqiang ruined it. As for Su Mingcheng, who was originally going to divorce, Su Daqiang had even more control. Wang Yan thought very highly of him.

However, speaking of Su Mingcheng, one had to speak of Zhu Li.

In the original drama, when Meng Zhiyuan faked illness and watched the internal power struggle, a group of veterans found an auditing company to audit and divide the family property, and this auditing company was where Zhu Li worked. In order to delay the progress of the audit, Su Mingyu pointed out her relationship with Zhu Li, and was later retaliated against by Su Mingcheng and beaten up.

But now, because of Wang Yan, Meng Zhiyuan informed her in advance, and Su Mingyu had been playing wildly with the child for a month, naturally perfectly avoiding this incident. Zhu Li naturally still led the audit, but was not affected by it, and Su Mingyu didn't get beaten up.

And in the drama, Su Mingyu lived in her mother's high-end villa in the city. How did Su Mingcheng, a stranger, get to Su Mingyu's garage so smoothly? It was a bit of a bug.

Of course, even if it followed the original drama, as long as Wang Yan was there, Su Mingcheng couldn't hurt Su Mingyu. If Su Mingyu had really been beaten up hard, Su Mingcheng would definitely have gone to accompany his dearest mother.

But it had to be said, this matter was indeed the dereliction of duty of Zhu Li's company. Su Mingyu wasn't a small soldier in the company, but a middle-to-high-level leader. Su Mingyu's approach was correct. After all, there was an audit avoidance system. Lightly, the certificate would be revoked; heavily, legal responsibility would be pursued. That wasn't a joke.

Now that there wasn't so much trouble, it was quite good, saving worry.

"So normal. Didn't your dad do the same back then? Didn't say anything, just played dead whenever something happened." Wang Yan laughed: "Forget it, don't mention him. How is Wu Fei now?"

"She brought the child back to Shanghai and is at her mother's house, saying she wants to rest for a while. Oh, right, I also invited her and Mimi to come over and play when they have time, and she didn't refuse. You don't mind, right?"

"As if I'm that narrow-minded." Wang Yan rolled his eyes and drank a glass of mare's milk wine: "Su Mingzhe is Su Mingzhe, Wu Fei is Wu Fei. I still understand this bit of logic."

Wang Lin, who was eating with oil all over her face, looked up and interjected: "I also said I would give my toys to Mimi to play with."

"Got it, hurry up and eat." Wang Yan dealt with her and continued eating and drinking.

Wu Fei probably wouldn't come. Why would she come? It was just normal politeness. Of course, it still depended on how hard Su Mingyu invited her, which was hard to say...

For the next two days, Wang Yan accompanied Su Mingyu and the little one to play in the snow, and it wasn't until Sunday afternoon that he brought Wang Lin, who was full of unwillingness and felt life was meaningless, back to their home in Suzhou... ===== CHAPTER 287 =====