[{"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-46":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},2343628,4581,"Chapter 46","mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-chapter-46",46,"\u003Cp>Twenty minutes later, Feng Tingshen and the others returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady didn’t look at Feng Tingshen; she smiled warmly and waved to Feng Jingxin. “Xinxin’s back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandma.” Feng Jingxin ran to the old lady, who hugged her and ruffled her hair before she came over to Rong Ci: “Mama.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rong Ci held Feng Jingxin, she caught the faint scent of Lin Wu’s perfume on her clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said nothing, only gently pushed her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen sat beside the old lady and handed her a box: “An apology gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rare snow tea she adored—hard to find on the market, priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady knew he was apologizing for breaking his promise on their last trip to the Hot Spring Villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snorted: “You remember to bring me a gift, but what about Xiao Ci? Did you get her an apology gift too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen smiled but said nothing, glancing at Rong Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only a simple glance—no emotion behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady’s intention was to defend her and make Feng Tingshen pay more attention to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Rong Ci, all of that was unnecessary now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t look at Feng Tingshen; she smiled faintly and said: “Grandma, the food’s getting cold. Let’s eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady thought Rong Ci was changing the subject to avoid further criticism of Feng Tingshen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, in the past, whenever Feng Tingshen ignored her, and the old lady scolded him on her behalf, Rong Ci always spoke up to defend him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady sighed helplessly: “You always side with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci smiled but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen remained cold and expressionless; his face didn’t change at all because of her defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was late—time to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady stood and took Feng Jingxin’s hand: “It’s been ages since you sat with Grandma for a meal. Will you sit with me tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin nodded obediently: “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good girl.” As the old lady spoke, she glanced at Feng Tingshen—her meaning was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci knew the old lady was trying to bring her and Feng Tingshen back together again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t look at Feng Tingshen’s reaction; she followed the old lady into the dining room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she sat across from the old lady and Feng Jingxin, her peripheral vision caught Feng Tingshen pulling out the chair beside her and sitting down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady was finally satisfied. Once the dishes were served, she said to Feng Tingshen: “Serve Xiao Ci some food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci didn’t look at Feng Tingshen; she said: “No need, Grandma, I can—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she finished, Feng Tingshen placed a dish of her favorite stir-fried pork in her bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci paused: “...Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the old lady told Feng Tingshen to serve her food, she didn’t mean just one bite—she meant he should attend to her throughout the meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Rong Ci’s bowl neared empty, Feng Tingshen would refill it—with dishes she liked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this had happened several times in recent years. With Feng Tingshen’s memory, even without deliberate effort, he’d remember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, Feng Tingshen sat with the old lady chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci sat nearby, listening quietly, rarely speaking, never initiating conversation with Feng Tingshen, barely even looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how little the couple communicated after all these years, the old lady sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At nine-thirty, the old lady grew tired and waved them off: “Go upstairs and rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci bathed and blow-dried Feng Jingxin’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Rong Ci quietly blow-dry her hair, Feng Jingxin suddenly noticed her mother hadn’t been talking much lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, her mother always found topics to chat about with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Feng Jingxin staring thoughtfully at her, Rong Ci asked: “What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jingxin shook her head: “Nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe she was overthinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe her mother had something on her mind and just didn’t feel like talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drying her hair, Feng Jingxin rolled around on the bed and asked: “Mama, will you sleep with me tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci paused: “Do you want me to sleep with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine either way. But Mama hasn’t spent much time with Dad lately. Aren’t you going to sleep with him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go back soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their divorce papers weren’t finalized yet. If she stayed in Feng Jingxin’s room without being asked, and the old lady found out, she’d cause trouble again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She left Feng Jingxin’s room and returned to her own—lights were on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Tingshen sat nearby, working on his computer, busy with something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at her as she entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci looked away and went straight into the walk-in closet to find clothes for her bath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she came out of the bathroom, Feng Tingshen was still typing at his computer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci, dressed in her pajamas, sat on the edge of the bed, finished her skincare routine, and, seeing it was still early, leaned back to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bedroom, the two of them quietly attended to their own affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a word passed between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near midnight, Rong Ci grew drowsy, closed her book, turned off her bedside lamp, and lay down to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she and Feng Tingshen hadn’t shared a bed in a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she remembered: once he finished working, he might leave to be with Lin Wu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might not even stay the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, she gradually grew drowsy, and soon fell asleep to the intermittent sound of typing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slept well, feeling warm and cozy under the covers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Rong Ci stirred to rise, she felt warm breath brushing against her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she seemed to be holding someone...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing what had happened, she froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind snapped awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci opened her eyes and saw she was lying sideways in Feng Tingshen’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held her tightly, legs wrapped around her, fast asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies pressed flush together, no space between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci could clearly feel the warmth of his chest and his large palms...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always thought her sleeping posture was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before bed last night, she’d deliberately slept near the edge, intending to leave a wide gap between them—even if they shared the bed, they wouldn’t touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was unlikely she’d rolled into his arms in her sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless Feng Tingshen had grown used to holding Lin Wu while sleeping during her absence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, half-asleep, he’d mistaken her for Lin Wu and pulled her into his arms...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Rong Ci withdrew her hand from his chest, slowly curling it into a tight fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shifted slightly, trying to slip out of his embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her movement startled him—he tightened his hold, pulling her closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Ci froze—then a kiss landed on her forehead. “Sleep a little longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1143,"2026-06-20T23:57:54.242Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8bd6553767f6614855fc5a62c38163b801b21b5d394869fbb73e4c499da31b43","mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-chapter-47","mr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-chapter-45",611,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmr-feng-your-wife-has-wanted-a-divorce-for-a-lon-cover.jpg"]