Chapter 951: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 951: Divorce! This Life Can't Go On!

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Past one in the morning, Liang Xinghua returned to the rental house reeking of alcohol.

"Where the hell have you been? How come you're back so late? I called you how many times, why didn't you answer! Your wings have hardened, huh! Or are you keeping a mistress outside!"

Seeing Liang Xinghua return, Lan Menglian immediately went off like a machine gun, firing off a barrage of questions and curses at Liang Xinghua!

"Right, right, right, whatever you say is right."

Liang Xinghua plopped down by the window side, not even glancing at Lan Menglian, and fished out a cigarette on his own, then clamped it between his lips.

However, before he could light it, Lan Menglian slapped him across the face, knocking the cigarette from his mouth:

"I've told you how many times, no smoking in the house, don't just think about your own pleasure, completely disregarding the lives of us mother and daughter!"

Lan Menglian had also accumulated a belly full of anger.

Originally tonight she had prepared rice and dishes, waiting for Liang Xinghua to come back for dinner.

Result: she waited and waited, waited until the dishes went cold, and Liang Xinghua still hadn't returned.

Most importantly, she called him, and Liang Xinghua actually hung up on her.

The daughter by her side wasn't sensible either, crying and making a fuss, annoying her to death.

Negative emotions piled up more and more, tossing and turning unable to sleep.

So when Liang Xinghua came back, she immediately erupted like a volcano, not letting Liang Xinghua speak, just unleashing a rapid-fire barrage of output at him.

Liang Xinghua, however, paid no attention to Lan Menglian.

After having a cigarette knocked away by Lan Menglian, he didn't even lift his head, simply pulled a second cigarette from the pack, stuck it in his mouth, then fished out a lighter and lit it.

He took a deep drag, inhaled into his lungs, then exhaled.

Through the hazy smoke, looking at this narrow, cramped rental house, looking at the filthy mess all over the floor, looking at Lan Menglian's ferocious mug, and at the precious daughter sleeping soundly on a bed like a garbage heap.

Liang Xinghua felt like everything was a dream.

He couldn't even remember how this dream had started.

Just like he couldn't remember how he and Lan Menglian had gotten together initially.

"I'm talking, did you hear me! Are you deaf! No smoking, no smoking, I've said it how many times, no smoking!"

Lan Menglian screamed hysterically, like she'd gone mad.

The daughter sleeping on the bed was woken up by her screams.

She started bawling.

Yet Lan Menglian still had not the slightest intention of stopping:

"You useless waste, not earning money is one thing, but coming home this late! Why don't you speak, where did you go! If you don't make things clear today, I'm not done with you!"

Liang Xinghua, however, was no longer manipulated by her like before.

He remained indifferent as ever.

And his indifference, like silent sharp arrows, pierced straight into Lan Menglian's heart, making her even more frantic!

"You mute, still not talking! Did you go whoring, or gambling!"

Lan Menglian pressed on aggressively.

Liang Xinghua finally still opened his mouth under her pressure:

"Went whoring, also went gambling, did both things, satisfied with this answer now."

Seeing Liang Xinghua's attitude, Lan Menglian flew into an even greater rage:

"Divorce! Tomorrow we go divorce! This life can't go on!"

Liang Xinghua laughed.

A laugh from the heart.

"Fine, then tomorrow morning we go divorce."

A sense of relief surged up in his heart.

Lan Menglian, however, was stunned for a moment.

She hadn't really wanted a divorce, just wanted to use it to intimidate Liang Xinghua.

Before she had brought up divorce with Liang Xinghua countless times, and every previous time, as soon as she uttered the two words "divorce", Liang Xinghua would immediately soften and yield, admitting fault even when it wasn't his fault.

Never expected that this time Liang Xinghua would actually agree so readily!

"You'd better think clearly! After divorce you won't find another woman! You don't seriously think, you useless waste, that besides me there'd be another woman willing to be with you, do you!"

Even while persuading reconciliation, Lan Menglian's words carried barbs, and she had to take a swipe at Liang Xinghua on the side.

Liang Xinghua didn't argue with her:

"Right, right, right, whatever you say is right."

"Then you still want to divorce me?!" Lan Menglian demanded.

"Come on, you're the one who brought up divorce, okay!" Liang Xinghua wore an impatient expression!

Lan Menglian was momentarily speechless; indeed she had brought it up first.

Unable to answer this question head-on, she said:

"If we really divorce, I want you to leave with nothing!"

Liang Xinghua laughed:

"Fine, fine, I'll leave with nothing."

He was now penniless, with not a cent of savings in his pocket; all the money he had earned before had been given to Lan Menglian, and when he asked Lan Menglian where that money went, Lan Menglian wouldn't say either — not saying was one thing, but when pressed she would even get angry at Liang Xinghua, as if hiding something.

Seeing Liang Xinghua's couldn't-care-less face, Lan Menglian felt like she had punched cotton with all her strength, and it made her so angry her mastitis nearly flared up.

"If we divorce, the daughter comes with me!"

Lan Menglian raised the demand again.

She thought that as long as she used the daughter to manipulate Liang Xinghua, Liang Xinghua would soften and admit fault.

Hearing this, Liang Xinghua's expression froze for a moment.

He looked toward his daughter sitting in the corner of the bed bawling, and couldn't help but feel his heart twisted like a knife.

"I'll give you two choices: either the daughter is mine and the property is yours, or the daughter is yours and the property is mine — you choose."

Liang Xinghua could be indifferent to everything, only unable to easily let go of his own biological daughter.

But Lan Menglian was unreasonably stubborn:

"The property is mine, the daughter is also mine — you, get lost!"

From a condescending stance, Lan Menglian shouted at Liang Xinghua, who was a head taller than her.

Liang Xinghua ignored Lan Menglian and instead looked at his daughter:

"Ai Lan, are you willing to go with Daddy, or Mommy?"

Liang Ailan was only a three-year-old child, yet had to make such a major choice; for her, this was absolutely an extremely cruel thing.

She bawled:

"I don't want to choose, I want Daddy, and I want Mommy!"

At this, Lan Menglian scooped up Liang Ailan in one motion and shouted loudly:

"You must choose! It's always been Mommy taking care of you — choose Mommy, okay?"

But Liang Ailan didn't answer, just continued crying heartbreakingly.

"Speak! Don't act mute — choose Mommy! If you don't choose Mommy, no meals for you from now on!"

Lan Menglian was getting frantic, forcing Liang Ailan to make a choice.

"Don't treat her like that — is that how you treat your own daughter!"

Liang Xinghua found it unbearable to watch.

But Lan Menglian said:

"How I treat my daughter is my business! It's always been me taking care of her — you, as the father, have you ever cared whether she lives or dies!"

Liang Ailan was still crying:

"Daddy Mommy, stop fighting okay, I don't want to be separated from you! Waaah..."

Seeing his daughter like this, Liang Xinghua ultimately softened and hugged Liang Ailan:

"Okay okay, no more fighting, don't cry — when you cry Daddy's heart aches."

Lan Menglian also softened a little.

No matter how venomous her mouth, how ugly her words, the daughter was ultimately a piece of flesh dropped from her own body.

So the divorce matter was temporarily dropped.

But the rift left by tonight's huge fight between her and Liang Xinghua could not be compensated.

Once a grudge forms in the heart, its existence cannot be ignored.