Chapter 641: Chapter 639: The Kindhearted Father (Part 18)
Maybe it’s because I don’t care anymore, so I’m not angry anymore.
"You can think it over slowly, but starting tomorrow, you have to move out of this house."
"Don’t even think about my house; a loan is never going to happen."
"If you want to go through a divorce to claim my house," Zhuo Qiaoqing sneered, "then this lawsuit could drag on for two or three years, and by then, Wei Yue probably won’t need the treatment money."
Ran Zhengfeng couldn’t believe the cold and ruthless woman in front of him was his wife, who could turn a blind eye to a living being.
"Qiaoqing, how did you become like this?"
"Thanks to you, the great philanthropist," Zhuo Qiaoqing said coldly. She also felt Ran Zhengfeng was a stranger; was this how he saw her?
After more than ten years, who was lying next to her all this time? It was only today she saw it clearly.
"Alright, you can leave now." Zhuo Qiaoqing opened the door, "If you agree to the divorce, we can handle the paperwork anytime. If not, just hang around, but you must get out!"
For so many years, it was the first time Ran Zhengfeng felt Zhuo Qiaoqing’s determination and indifference.
She really wanted to divorce him!
"Aren’t you leaving? I want to sleep now." Zhuo Qiaoqing crossed her arms, "Your change of clothes is on the sofa, go find it yourself."
Ran Zhengfeng still wanted to grab Zhuo Qiaoqing, but she pushed him out, and shortly after, the door was locked.
He stood outside the door with a grim face for a long time, finally turning to the sofa to find his change of clothes.
Ah Chen hadn’t slept, worried that the two of them might end up fighting, so she could help Zhuo Qiaoqing and avoid her suffering.
Fortunately, the two did not fight.
Once Zhuo Qiaoqing locked her bedroom door, she closed her eyes, tonight should be fine.
Ran Zhengfeng, after washing up, lay in the living room, tossing and turning unable to sleep, not understanding how things reached this point.
Early the next morning, Ah Chen opened the room, and Zhuo Qiaoqing urged Ran Zhengfeng to move his things out.
Ran Zhengfeng looked upset: "Qiaoqing, does it really have to come to this?"
"I’m not joking with you, just move."
Ran Zhengfeng began to act shamelessly, sitting on the sofa: "Qiaoqing, I’m not leaving, we haven’t reached the point of divorce yet."
"Alright then, I’ll help you move." Zhuo Qiaoqing went back to her room, found a bag, and started packing Ran Zhengfeng’s personal items and clothes.
Seeing this, Ran Zhengfeng tried to hold her, but was held back by Ah Chen: "Chenchen, what are you doing?"
Also, his daughter seemed to be quite strong.
But Ran Zhengfeng didn’t have time to think about it. He didn’t want a divorce, never even thought about it, yet Zhuo Qiaoqing was serious, refusing a divorce but wanting to drive him out.
Instinct told him he couldn’t just move out, otherwise it would be impossible to recover.
"Chenchen, try to persuade your mom, she wants to divorce me." Ran Zhengfeng was at a loss, turning to Ah Chen for help.
But Ah Chen said, "Why should I persuade mom? What have you contributed to this family? Wei Yue is always more important than me; you always neglect me because of her. I’ve thought about it, if you weren’t in this family, mom and I would still do well, even better."
"Just go."
"Go and live with the one you think is more important; no one will stop you from helping others in the future."
Ran Zhengfeng was so angry his face turned red: "You’re forcing me to really give up on Wei Yue, only then will you be satisfied?"
Zhuo Qiaoqing came out, throwing a bag at Ran Zhengfeng: "You’re wrong, even if you give up on Wei Yue now, I won’t change my mind. You must move out today. As for the divorce, I’m in no hurry, as long as you’re not in my face."
The deep disgust on Zhuo Qiaoqing’s face shocked Ran Zhengfeng.
His wife didn’t seem to have the slightest attachment to him, she even seemed to hate him, why?
He wanted to break free from Ah Chen, but couldn’t no matter what, Ah Chen held his wrist tightly, even when he tried using his other hand, she still restrained him.
Now Ran Zhengfeng was even more incredulous, when did his daughter become so strong?
"Mom is right, we won’t stop you from helping Wei Yue or the orphanage, do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t affect us; we have no obligation to join you in those endeavors." Ah Chen dragged Ran Zhengfeng to the door, with a gentle push, threw him out, and closed the door with a bang.
Afterward, Ah Chen went into the room, continued packing, and put all of Ran Zhengfeng’s personal items into bags.
As for where he could go, that was his own business.
Soon after, Ah Chen and Zhuo Qiaoqing carried the packed bags and threw them to the door.
Ran Zhengfeng tried to rush forward, but Ah Chen blocked him and gently pushed, causing him to back away involuntarily.
"You’re free now." Zhuo Qiaoqing showed a relaxed smile, "Don’t come back here, this isn’t your home anymore; maybe your home should be in the orphanage. Don’t make a scene, there are plenty of acquaintances nearby, it’ll only be your disgrace to cause a commotion."
Ran Zhengfeng’s face changed again and again, but in the end, he didn’t make a fuss. Looking at the tightly shut door, he knew that nothing he said would work now, so he could only carry the bags to the elevator.
Inside the house, Zhuo Qiaoqing’s eyes were still red, tears constantly falling.
It wasn’t reluctance, but recalling these past ten-plus years, countless grievances surged in her heart.
She felt wronged.
Many people outside said Ran Zhengfeng was a good person, but she always conceded, never earning a good reputation among those people he helped, even gaining a bad reputation.
Ah Chen took out a tissue and wiped Zhuo Qiaoqing’s tears: "Mom, from now on, no one will make you angry again."
"We’ll be fine."
"And only get better."
But Zhuo Qiaoqing burst into tears again. Ah Chen didn’t stop her; it was good to vent, keeping it inside could lead to illness. In the commissioner’s past life, Zhuo Qiaoqing died young due to poor health, possibly due to a troubled heart.
Many illnesses are born from the heart.
Ah Chen went to the room, bringing out a bag with tools and door locks inside.
Seeing Ah Chen opening the door to do something after crying for a while, Zhuo Qiaoqing asked: "Chenchen, what are you doing?"
Ah Chen turned back earnestly: "Mom, I’m changing the lock, or else all of this would be in vain."
Zhuo Qiaoqing laughed while crying, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes: "When did you learn this? Can you really do it? If not, mom will call someone to do it."
"I can, I’ve been watching videos on it for a long time, no problem; I think I might be good at it, let me do it first, if not, I’ll call someone."
Zhuo Qiaoqing didn’t know what more to say. If her daughter indeed knew how to, it wasn’t a bad thing; if she didn’t, they’d just have to hire someone.
Yun Xin originally wanted to see what was happening; she heard what was going on outside earlier and didn’t feel it was the right time to come out. Now thinking it should be over, she opened her door to see Ah Chen changing the lock, amused: "Ah Chen, are you planning to dismantle the house?"
Ah Chen quickly changed the lock, surprising both Zhuo Qiaoqing and Yun Xin; she really could do it!
"Ah Chen, the teacher has a room door lock that’s broken, can you fix it?" Yun Xin’s eyes lit up suddenly, "Have you watched videos on how to fix pipes too? Oh, my bathroom light’s been dim and flickering recently, and it’s not the usual type that’s easy to change, can you take a look at it too?" She originally planned to find someone today but thought it better to let Ah Chen try.
Zhuo Qiaoqing: ...
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