Chapter 891: The Love Rival Is Dead, Yet He Wants a Divorce

The children ran toward home in high spirits.

"Daddy."

"Daddy."

"Daddy."

The three little ones hadn't seen their father for a few days and missed him very much.

Wan'er actually missed her husband too, but she was more worried than anything else.

Jian Yining was not at home.

The servant said that the master hadn't returned yet and wouldn't answer his phone.

Wan'er said to her sister and brother-in-law, "You two should go back; we've arrived home, there won't be any problems."

Sheng Hanyu: "I will go find A Ning."

Shi Youxuan nodded: "Mm, go ahead."

Wan'er smiled and stopped them: "No need, brother-in-law. I'll send him a WeChat message; he'll come back when he sees it. You don't need to worry about me, really, nothing will happen. If something does, I'll call you."

It wasn't appropriate for them to interfere too much in another couple's affairs.

Although the two were still not quite at ease, they went back anyway.

"Call me if anything happens; I won't turn my phone off tonight," Shi Youxuan urged before getting into the car.

"Don't worry, I know."

Wan'er stood at the doorway, smiling and waving to her sister: "Drive slowly on the way."

After seeing them off, she turned back inside.

She didn't call, but contacted him directly via WeChat: "Husband, I've brought the children home, waiting for you to eat."

There were no extra words; Wan'er wanted to act as if nothing had happened. Since Huang Qin was already dead, everything related to her should be turned over.

"Sister Li, make a few dishes the master likes, braised Lion Head and Eight-Treasure Rice."

"Very well, Madam."

The cook went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, while Wan'er stayed in the children's room to play with the kids.

After playing for a while, she decided to cook two dishes herself.

How did that saying go again?

To capture a man's heart, you must capture his stomach.

That woman could make soup, so it wouldn't be right for her to do nothing at all.

During these days of staying at the Sheng Family, she had been reflecting on herself. After thinking it over, she felt she hadn't done well enough, which was what gave Huang Qin an opportunity.

Wan'er was not completely ignorant of cooking.

Her cooking skills were much better than her sister Shi Youxuan's, but she knew more Western cuisine, and her Chinese cooking was a bit lacking.

The Sheng Family's cook, Fang Jie, made delicious food. These past few days, she had gone to the kitchen whenever she had time to learn a few dishes, so she decided to show off her skills today.

"Sister Wang, you all keep the young ladies company and make sure they drink plenty of water; I'm going downstairs to take a look."

After entrusting the children to the nanny, she went to the kitchen to help the cook.

Jian Yining pushed open the front door and heard laughter coming from the kitchen as soon as he stood in the entryway!

His wife had actually cooked?

Heh.

She had never lifted a finger before; was she cooking today to celebrate?

Celebrate what?

A love rival's death should be a happy occasion worth celebrating, right?

His heart felt cold and desolate.

What was desolate was that his wife treated Huang Qin as a love rival; he felt this was a sign of her lack of trust in him.

If there wasn't even the most basic trust between a husband and wife, then was there any need for the marriage to continue?

"A Ning, you're back?"

Wan'er came out of the kitchen happily, eagerly taking his Spring Shoes and removing his coat for him.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Wan'er ran back to the kitchen and soon returned with a steaming cup of ginger tea: "Drink some hot tea to warm yourself up; dinner will be ready soon."

She knew her husband was feeling bad, so she didn't mention a word about Huang Qin jumping off the building.

She acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to do exactly what she usually did at home.

She was just more attentive to her husband.

But Jian Yining's face remained expressionless, wooden.

However, upon reaching the dining room and seeing the table full of good dishes, his face showed an expression—annoyance and grief!

Braised Lion Head and Eight-Treasure Rice were reunion dishes; was she indicating that the eyesore would finally no longer appear, and the family could be reunited?

Although that wasn't wrong, he just felt it was too cold-blooded.

"Daddy's back."

"Daddy, did you bring food?"

"Daddy, Niuniu missed you!"

The three cute daughters appeared just in time, so he didn't lash out at the dinner table.

But he held back a surge of anger inside; throughout the meal, other than saying a few words to his daughters, he remained cold and indifferent toward his wife.

After the meal.

The couple returned to their room. Wan'er originally wanted to have a good talk with her husband, but her husband opened his mouth with a thunderbolt: "Let's get a divorce; we'll go first thing tomorrow morning."

"Why?"

He did not state the reason, continuing on his own: "The house and property will all belong to you, and if you want the children, they will also belong to you; I will leave with nothing, I want nothing."

"No, I won't divorce!" Wan'er was very firm.

A mere day's time.

The attitudes between the two had swapped positions, a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree reversal.

One day ago, Wan'er was determined to divorce, while Jian Yining dragged it out to the end, firmly refusing to agree!

One day later.

She was prepared to live a good life with her husband, yet her husband firmly brought up divorce and demanded a quick resolution, going to the Civil Affairs Bureau first thing tomorrow morning!

Jian Yining was expressionless: "You are a Lüshi, you should know that even if we cannot agree on a divorce, I can still file for divorce in court; why bother?"

"Divorce is a matter between the two of us; making a scene all over town is not good."

"I don't care, anyway I just won't divorce, go ahead and sue me in court." Wan'er was especially firm.

She was a Lüshi, so she naturally knew how troublesome it was to file for divorce in court.

It requires acceptance of the case, gathering evidence, mediation, and choosing a date for the hearing!

Going through all these procedures would take quite a few days, and this time would be enough for her husband to calm down, believe his decision was wrong, and then withdraw the lawsuit.

However...

Her firm attitude did not make her husband change his mind; instead, he sneered: "Heh."

"You don't think my current decision was made while my head was hot, do you? It wasn't. Through this incident, I saw the fatal problem between us—a lack of trust."

"And that coldness and narrow-mindedness in your heart make me not want to continue living with you. Yes, you hate Huang Qin very much, but she is already dead and can never pose a threat to you again. Was it necessary to show it so obviously? Did you rush back in such a hurry to celebrate your victory?"

"A Ning, how can you speak like that? I see you are in a bad mood right now, so I won't hold it against you; you should think it over carefully yourself."

Wan'er was angry.

But Jian Yining did not think he had done anything wrong.

Instead, he felt that his wife had been hit where it hurt by his words and was now angry out of shame.

At this moment, he felt disdain for Wan'er, thinking his wife was cold, hypocritical, and two-faced, gloating over others' misfortune yet refusing to admit it.

He picked up his quilt to sleep in the guest room, leaving behind one sentence before he left: "Eight o'clock tomorrow morning at the Civil Affairs Bureau, bring all your documents."

"Are you for real?"

"Yes, for real."

"Fine." Wan'er was truly angry and agreed out of spite.

If we divorce, then we divorce; who is afraid of whom?

Does he really think he is air, and that others cannot live without him?

Early the next morning.

The couple walked out of their rooms at the same time, both sporting panda eyes—neither had slept all night.

"Did you bring all the documents?"

"I did, do you want to check them again?"