[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon":3,"chapter-mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-chapter-19":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Mr. Feng, Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2343601,4581,"Chapter 19: Hasn","mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang Zhe arrived at the break room and paused upon hearing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Cheng Yuan had always believed Rong Ci could never truly bear to leave the company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were certain she would find a way to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday, when Xu Xuena, her replacement, came to work, they still thought Rong Ci would take action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Xu Xuena was strikingly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could Rong Ci possibly be comfortable letting such a woman stay near Feng Tingshen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet over these past two days, Rong Ci not only accepted Xu Xuena but also got along well with her—and now she was even planning to teach her how to make coffee?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci didn’t know how Jiang Zhe was thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She completed her work diligently, declined Xu Xuena’s invitation to dinner, and, at the appointed time, planned to go home for a meal before continuing her research on AI-related topics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she left the company, her phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Feng Jingxin calling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, are you done working?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci got into the car and asked, “What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want crispy pork and horse radish pork soup—can you come home and make it for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She and Feng Tingshen hadn’t officially divorced, and Feng Tingshen hadn’t called to ask her to move out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was going home to cook dinner for her daughter; she believed Feng Tingshen wouldn’t object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was tired now, and she had her own plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin was her responsibility, yes, but she had her own life too—she wouldn’t sacrifice her time unconditionally for her anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said, “Mom has something today. Next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, Rong Ci always prioritized Feng Tingshen and Feng Jingxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rarely refused them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, however, she had refused them twice in a row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Feng Jingxin hadn’t noticed this, assuming Rong Ci was genuinely busy, she was so accustomed to being Rong Ci’s top priority that such refusals were rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt wronged: “Mom, why are you always so busy lately? I don’t care—I want crispy pork and horse radish soup!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xinxin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci felt a headache coming on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin huffed, threw a tantrum, and hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci sat in the car, eyes reddening; she covered her face and remained silent for a long while before driving off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back home, she ate a quick bowl of noodles, and as soon as she turned on her computer, Yu Moxun called: “There’s a banquet in a few days—come with me? I want to introduce you to a few people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Moxun asked again: “When will your handover be complete?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost done—should be within a few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Feng Jingxin assumed Rong Ci would rush home to soothe her and cook for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she waited and waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than an hour passed; it was nearly eight p.m., and Rong Ci still hadn’t returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler, worried she’d be hungry, urged: “Since Madam is occupied, Miss, why not eat something light now, and Madam will cook for you when she gets back…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to!” Feng Jingxin pouted; seeing Rong Ci hadn’t returned after so long and hadn’t even called, she was truly hurt—and burst into tears at the butler’s suggestion: “I only want Mom’s cooking—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler assumed Rong Ci had urgent matters preventing her return; with no other option, he thought for a moment and called Feng Tingshen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen answered the call after a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler recounted everything precisely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen: “Put her on the phone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin took the phone, sobbing: “Dad…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin wiped her tears but remained stubbornly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin cried harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen spoke calmly: “I’ll take you out this weekend—pick the place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sniffles stopped. “Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. Eat first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you eat, Dad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m at a banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin pouted, but her mood improved; she hung up and went downstairs obediently to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Feng Tingshen returned to the private room, where someone teased: “General Feng, you get a lot of calls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen sipped his wine: “My daughter’s throwing a tantrum and won’t eat—I just calmed her down a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others reacted with varied expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, rumors had circulated that Feng Tingshen had married years ago, but no one knew who his wife was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others claimed he’d never married at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew the truth, and no one dared ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, hearing Feng Tingshen mention he had a daughter, many were astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none dared ask further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, Feng Jingxin waited for Rong Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waited for her to come home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But past nine p.m., after she’d bathed, Rong Ci still hadn’t returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept listening for sounds outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around ten, she heard a car outside; her eyes lit up, and she dashed downstairs: “Mom—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she finished speaking, she saw Feng Tingshen step through the door; her cheerful voice cut off abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen handed his coat to the butler, catching the disappointment on her face: “What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought it was Mom coming back…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen didn’t feel jealous over “children only care about their mother”; he paused: “She hasn’t come back yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen wasn’t concerned: “She must be busy with something. Didn’t she promise to take you to school tomorrow morning? Go to bed early—you’ll see her when you wake up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Feng Jingxin finally felt a little better: “Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upstairs, Feng Tingshen went to his study to handle some matters; by the time he finished, it was nearly midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assumed Rong Ci had returned during his work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he returned to his room, he found she wasn’t there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed something truly had happened at the Rong household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Feng Tingshen calmly entered the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she had to take Feng Jingxin to school, Rong Ci woke up early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ate a light meal and drove out of the residential area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the car entered the familiar villa district, Rong Ci felt a moment of disorientation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had lived here for nearly seven years; now, after being away only twenty days, it felt as if she hadn’t returned in half a lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, every blade of grass and tree here remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Rong Ci had already begun to feel alienated from this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler saw her and hurried out to greet her: “Madam has returned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci hesitated at the butler’s address but ultimately didn’t correct him; she replied softly, “Where’s Xinxin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She probably hasn’t woken up yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time is nearly up; if Feng Jingxin doesn’t come downstairs for breakfast soon, she’ll be late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had no intention of going upstairs herself—she simply told Liu Shen to go up and urge her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler: “Has Madam had breakfast? It’s ready—would you like—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci smiled faintly and shook her head: “No, I’ve already eaten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see. Alright…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Feng Tingshen came downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci looked at him, said nothing, and gave a faint nod—just enough to acknowledge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen paused mid-step, before he could speak, Feng Jingxin ran down the stairs and threw herself into Rong Ci’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci held her, stroking the top of her hair, and smiled: “It’s getting late—hurry and eat breakfast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, she woke up to see Mom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nuzzled against Rong Ci, breathing in the familiar scent, and, satisfied, pulled Rong Ci along: “Then Mom, come eat with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci didn’t rise: “Mom’s already eaten. You eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin pouted: “Then at least Mom, talk to me while I eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the mother and daughter spoke, Feng Tingshen had already taken his seat in the dining hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci, unable to refuse her daughter, went with Feng Jingxin to the dining hall and sat down opposite Feng Tingshen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler poured Rong Ci a glass of water; she sipped it quietly while listening to Feng Jingxin enthusiastically recount the events of her day at school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Feng Tingshen, she ignored him entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen naturally noticed the change in Rong Ci’s attitude toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they last returned to the old estate, Rong Ci had been the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Feng Tingshen frowned and paused his meal.\u003C\u002Fp>",1407,"2026-06-20T23:57:54.242Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ddbd08584c0c88503427d63fca1af2b5c35f8e4f1c8ae9dd48040180905e816f","mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-chapter-20","mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-chapter-18",611,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-cover.jpg"]