Lian He's gaze fell on Tang Yue's beautiful face, and his heart was very excited. His child with Hualian had finally returned to the Lian Family. After the happiness passed, Lian He then said to Lian Qingyang, "Xiao Yang, your mother and I are getting divorced." Lian Qingyang's mind stirred, thinking about yesterday's events. He hadn't had the chance to ask Tang Yue about them yet. Hearing this news suddenly, Lian Qingyang looked slightly off and asked, "Dad, does Sister Xiao Yue's incident last night have something to do with my mom?" "Your maternal uncle and your mom..." Lian He paused for a moment, he didn't want to say it, but Meng Siyu and Tang Yue both knew about it. Rather than wait for Xiang Yazhi to add fuel to the fire and tell Lian Qingyang later, he might as well tell him now. Lian He narrated the whole incident from start to finish, including how the Lian Family dealt with the Xiang Family, clear and detailed. Lian Qingyang's facial expression changed again and again, and he said, "Dad, I agree with you on this matter. What my uncle did is too much, and my mom too..." He sighed and said, "What my mom did was dishonorable. As for your divorce, I don't care." Lian He said with relief, "Xiao Yang, thank you for your understanding. Whether it's Xiao Yue or you, I can't allow anyone to hurt you in the slightest, even if they are your own mother or uncle. It's not acceptable." Lian He's words were firm, on this point, he would not back down at all. "Xiang Yazhi, let me tell you, I won't divorce. I would rather die than divorce," Xiang Yazhi came chasing back, her usually elegantly tied hair now messy, with fresh scrapes on her knees, looking utterly disheveled. The woman who always cared the most about her image, at this moment, did not care at all about her appearance. She pointed at Lian He and said, "It's because you can't forget that vixen, and you're taking this opportunity to divorce, aren't you?" "Ever since you found that vixen, you've been absent-minded." Check latest chapters at novel•fire.net "Hahaha~" Xiang Yazhi suddenly laughed and said, "You've been guarding that vixen for so long, but you didn't expect her to get married, and have the man she loves by her side, did you?" "That man is inferior to you in every aspect, but gets the affection of that vixen." Xiang Yazhi repeatedly referred to Tang Yue as a vixen, as she crazily rushed towards her. Lian Qingyang shielded her with his body and said, "Mom, Aunt Tang is not a vixen." Xiang Yazhi raised her hand, and a slap was swung towards Lian Qingyang. She was furious, and her eyes looked at Lian Qingyang not as a mother would look at her son, but more like enemies. She said, "Lian Qingyang, you are my son. You have nothing to do with that vixen, do you hear me?" "Aunt Tang is a good person, mom. You can't let Sister Xiao Yue fall into danger just because of your own selfishness." Lian Qingyang stood there, the imprint of Xiang Yazhi's slap rising on his face, but he didn't care at all and said, "Mom, murder carries a life debt. Sister Xiao Yue shares the same blood with me. How can you be so heartless?" The way Lian Qingyang protected Tang Yue added fuel to Xiang Yazhi's rage, all directed toward him, but he didn't dodge at all, letting Xiang Yazhi hit him. "Tang Yue." Tang Yue wanted to step forward, but was firmly shielded behind by Lian Qingyang. "Xiang Yazhi, have you caused enough trouble?" Lian He grabbed Xiang Yazhi's arm, gripping tightly and walking her towards the back. Xiang Yazhi disagreed, and as she struggled, she fell to the ground. "Look at yourself now. You're behaving just like a shrew haranguing in the streets," Lian He looked down at her from a superior position. "Qingyang is your own son. Do you really want to vent your anger on him for the mistakes you've made?" "No, I won't divorce." Xiang Yazhi's head hung low, and the only thing she kept repeating was that she would not divorce, she would rather die than divorce. "Xiang Yazhi, instead of making a scene here, you'd be better off going home to save the Xiang Family business." Lian He's voice came down from above Xiang Yazhi's head as he said: "Whether you agree or not, I've made up my mind about the divorce. I won't suppress the Xiang Family's business, but without the protection of the Lian Family, whether you can still thrive as before is not my concern." "You..." Xiang Yazhi lifted her head, her gaze fixed on Lian He as if wishing she could bore a hole through his face. Time flies, and Lian He has grown more charming than ever, carrying the aura of a leader, his every move exuding nobility. This man whom she had loved for a lifetime was now so cruel. With tears in her eyes, Xiang Yazhi said, "I truly didn't know what Yawen did, Lian He, you can't divorce me just because of Yawen. Have you no heart, leaving Qingqing and Qingyang without a mother?" "After the divorce, they will still visit you." Lian He's gaze was as cold as if he was looking at a stranger. Back then, he was determined to return, and in a muddled state, he had relations with Xiang Yazhi, and later Old Sir Lian forced him to marry her. But deep down, he never had romantic feelings for Xiang Yazhi. Even after so many years, Lian He's feelings for Xiang Yazhi remained lukewarm, and he showed little enthusiasm in their intimate life, never touching her again after she became pregnant. It was only when the child turned two that their relationship warmed up slightly, but they still rarely spent time together. "Heh," Xiang Yazhi sneered, "Lian He, your heart is truly cold. I've been with you for nineteen whole years, but what about her?" With a heart-wrenching yell, Xiang Yazhi continued, "She was with you for merely two years. Can't nineteen years compare to two? Why, after so many years, have you always been so indifferent to me? Didn't you ever consider, I am your wife? The mother of your children?" "Mom, love can't be measured like that," Lian Qingyang couldn't help but interject, "Some people can be together for a lifetime without love, while others might spend just a few days together and yet never stop missing each other for the rest of their lives." "Shut your mouth," Xiang Yazhi yelled at Lian Qingyang, "I raised you for nineteen years, but I'm not even as good as a stranger, are you still my son?" "I am the grandson of the Lian Family, how dare you yell at me?" Old Sir Lian walked out with an iron face. After hearing Meng Siyu's explanation and knowing that his granddaughter nearly got killed yesterday, Old Sir Lian, who was always dissatisfied with Xiang Yazhi, couldn't hold back anymore. "Lady Xiang, Tianbao Road, Qinfang," Meng Siyu stepped forward, his eyes meaningfully gazed at Xiang Yazhi. Xiang Yazhi's complexion changed, she hung her head low, concealing the shock in her heart. Her body trembled uncontrollably, how could Meng Siyu know about the secret she had hidden for so many years? "Dad, I won't let this go easily," Xiang Yazhi dropped a harsh phrase and left in disarray. "Qingyang." Tang Yue pulled Lian Qingyang into the living room, then went to the kitchen to ask for two boiled eggs. Luckily, the kitchen was well-stocked, and they had fresh boiled eggs ready.