CHAPTER 477: CHAPTER 477: LET’S GET A DIVORCE

"Egg-egg," Mrs. Song said with distress, looking at her son’s pale face, "how much blood did you lose? Why is your face so white? It’s been days, hasn’t your color returned yet?"

"Mom, what’s wrong?" Song Wang smiled when he heard his nickname, "Mom, it’s been a long time since you called me that."

"It’s because you wouldn’t let me call you that," Mrs. Song gave her son a glance, "such a nice-sounding name."

Nice-sounding, Song Wang chuckled bitterly, yes, it does sound nice, at least better than names like Ergou, and certainly much nicer.

After all, when Mrs. Song and Mr. Song were young, they had several children, but none survived. Later, after consulting a famous witch, they named him Egg-egg, a name strong enough to anchor a person, though it’s uncertain if it was the name that saved him. Song Wang indeed grew up healthy and without ailments, becoming the sole survivor of the Song Family. It’s no wonder Mrs. Song now harbors such hatred for Qin Xiangmei. After all, Song Wang has barely been hurt from childhood until now, and this hospital stay is his first.

"Egg-egg..." Mrs. Song’s eyes welled up with tears, her heart aching for her son.

"Why don’t you divorce Qin Xiangmei? What do you need such a woman for? It’s been so long, and she hasn’t even come to see if you’re alive or dead. There’s no woman like that, who sends her own husband to the hospital and doesn’t even show her face, such a heartless and ungrateful woman, what use is there in having her? Since Qin Xiangmei came into the house, aside from constantly finding faults with me, what has she done? Never mind that now. Although I’ve been harsh with my words, I never pushed for a divorce. Now we’re pushed to this point. If not divorce, how can I sleep or eat?

Song Wang closed his eyes and remained silent.

Mrs. Song sighed softly. What kind of misfortune had the Song Family faced to end up with someone like Qin Xiangmei, disturbing the peace of the entire household?

Just as Mrs. Song turned around to go wash her son’s clothes, she heard Song Wang’s voice.

"Mom..."

"Yes, what is it?" Mrs. Song wiped her tears and turned back to her son, smiling.

Song Wang looked subdued, the light fading in his eyes. It was hard to describe the feeling, as if weary of life, or as if he had weathered many storms, the lonely later years, bereft of warmth.

"Mom, the marriage... I’ve divorced."

Perhaps he didn’t even know what he was uttering, but he had indeed decided to step back from the marriage. He listened to Mrs. Song’s words—his mother would certainly mean no harm. Moreover, he truly couldn’t wait any longer.

He closed his eyes, still feeling the intermittent pain on his head from when a chair was smashed down, Qin Xiangmei’s face fierce. That somewhat shy junior from back then was gone.

And outside, it seemed that autumn had arrived.

He opened his eyes and watched the leaves swirling down from the trees, already turning the entire area yellow.

So, winter was approaching.

Such desolation, such coldness...

Another wave of pain surged through his head. He endured this limitless agony, yet the one who should have come, never appeared.

Thus, this marriage.

They’re getting a divorce.

"Song Wang is getting a divorce?" Qin Xiangnuan sat up from bed, her face had long since lost its swelling, and lately drinking chicken soup with dates daily, not only has her complexion improved, but she had also gained some weight. Her face became plumper and prettier, yet still delicate—a true beauty.

"Yep, they are separating, today I saw him, Aunt Song told me."

Jian Zhiqing had visited Song Wang several times and now they had become friends, all these were related by Mrs. Song.

Qin Xiangnuan had never imagined Qin Xiangmei would divorce; how could this possibly happen? If they really divorced, then what about Song Liming and Song Ting, wouldn’t they never come into being? Although she didn’t feel much affection for those two kids and sometimes even hated them, after all, in their past lives, they existed and shouldn’t be erased like this.

No, she shook her head, she felt Qin Xiangmei wouldn’t divorce so easily, as for whether it would be the case, time would tell.

Jian Zhiqing placed a bowl of chicken soup with dates in front of her.

"Time to eat."

Seeing the chicken soup with dates, Qin Xiangnuan really wanted to cry.

"Can I not eat it?" She covered her mouth; she had eaten this for several days and it was incredibly unappetizing. Even the greatest tortures had their end, but why did she still have to eat this? How long would she have to suffer like this?

"You’ve got food, and yet you’re picky, eat."

Jian Zhiqing placed a piece of meat in front of her, "Your grandma stewed it for hours, finish the bowl. Look how good your color is now—just a while ago, your little face was so pale it scared grandma, and she’s old, she can’t take those scares, so be good, eat the chicken, and get yourself rosy sooner."

Speaking, he pinched Qin Xiangnuan’s cheek.

Her complexion was actually quite rosy now, but it didn’t hurt to boost it a bit more.

As for the trouble at the Song Family concerning Qin Xiangmei, Qin Xiangnuan didn’t know, but according to what Jian Zhiqing said, it seemed it was quite severe, Qin Xiangmei was adamantly refusing to divorce and even called Qin Xiangyang over, thinking that after all Qin Xiangyang is her elder brother, and naturally, helping was familial duty.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Qin Xiangyang heard the Song Family wanted to divorce Qin Xiangmei, he just turned around and left. What did Qin Xiangmei’s possible divorce have to do with him? She wasn’t his only sister, and this matter was the Song Family’s issue, he wasn’t jobless and didn’t travel all this way just to meddle in whether they divorce or not.

At the Song Family, their stance was very firm; Song Wang was still in hospital, Mrs. Song wouldn’t let Qin Xiangnuan see Song Wang because she feared that Song Wang might get soft-hearted and end up keeping this calamity around.

"They can’t divorce anymore," Jian Zhiqing sat down, gathered some snacks and put them into Qin Xiangnuan’s lap, thinking she might get bored staying at home alone; he had just gotten this news and shared it with her.

"Why?" Qin Xiangnuan opened a pack and started eating.

She didn’t really care much, she had initially thought that they couldn’t divorce so easily. What she changed was only the circumstances of her own life; as for Qin Xiangmei, her fate was still favorable.

"Guess?" Jian Zhiqing played coy, munching on a pack of snacks himself, not feeling it inappropriate at all to swipe his wife’s snacks while Qin Xiangnuan, generous as she was, let him be. As for this guessing game, Qin Xiangnuan didn’t want to play, but even without guessing, she knew the reason.

She leaned back against the couch behind her.