"Grandpa, my uncle simply has the mind of a thief but not the guts." "Grandpa, it’s true that my uncle did wrong, but my mom has been completely unaware from the beginning to the end. You can’t sentence my mom to death just because my uncle made a mistake." Lian Qingqing said tearfully, her voice very moving. She looked up with tears streaming down her face, a sight so touching as she said, "Grandpa, Qingyang and I are both nineteen already. Qingyang is a boy, and boys don’t get married that early, but I’m a girl. If I could really be with Brother Zi Yue, I would be getting married in the next few years." "Grandpa, what if the Xie Family despises the fact that my parents are divorced?" Lian Qingqing said anxiously, "I know you’re the kindest-hearted, Grandpa... My mom..." Lian Qingqing paused for a moment and continued, "My mom might not have been doing everything well, but she gave birth to Qingyang and me for the Lian Family, and so many years have passed. Even if there’s no merit, there is hard work. You and daddy can’t just let dad and my mom get divorced because of the foolish things my uncle did, right?" "Now the Xiang Family has also learned their lesson. As for my uncle, he’s only half a man now, and my three male cousins are worthless. Grandpa, please show some mercy and plead for my mom." Lian Qingqing said a lot in one breath. Every word came from the bottom of her heart, and paired with her tearful expression, she would be the most compelling orator on a stage. Old Sir Lian fell silent, gazing at Lian Qingqing with piercing eyes, he asked, "Do you know that your uncle wanted to take Xiao Yue’s life?" "That’s impossible." Lian Qingqing rebutted without even thinking, disbelief perfectly etched in her eyes as she firmly stated, "I understand my uncle. He always overthinks before doing anything. It’s possible for him to scare someone, but killing? That’s impossible." "Grandpa, someone must be fabricating stories about my uncle or inciting him, seeking to frame my uncle." Lian Qingqing spoke with resolute conviction. Old Sir Lian never took his eyes off her, and from her reactions to her expressions, there was not a single false note. He lowered his gaze, put down the newspaper, picked up the tea, and took a gentle sip. The fragrance of the tea wafted through the air, and he said, "Qingqing, I can’t agree to your request. However..." Old Sir Lian paused before adding, "If you truly can marry into the Xie Family’s direct line, then of course the marriage can not be dissolved." "Grandpa, Brother Zi Yue and I have a very good relationship," Lian Qingqing’s face lit up with joy as she excitedly said, "When the timing is right, I’ll bring Brother Ziyue home." Old Sir Lian did not look at her again but continued to read his newspaper. Lian Qingqing asked, "Grandpa, my mom is still outside; may she come in? It’s such a hot sun outside, and I’m worried she might suffer heatstroke or discomfort." Old Sir Lian responded, and soon, Xiang Yazhi came in. Xiang Yazhi had been instructed by Lian Qingqing, and as soon as she entered, she admitted her mistake to Old Sir Lian. Although he was not patient, at least he didn’t curse at her. Xiang Yazhi finally returned to the house and embraced Lian Qingqing, crying. Her daughter was indeed remarkable. Lian Qingqing didn’t disturb her, waiting until she had cried enough before saying, "Mom, there’s still a tough battle ahead, so you have to perform well. Whether dad will change his mind depends on you." Xiang Yazhi replied cheerfully and followed Lian Qingqing’s instructions to admit her wrongs directly to Lian He without blaming Xiang Yawen, just saying that she failed to discipline her brother as an elder sister should. Everything was going well until Lian Qingqing brought up Xie Ziyue. Xiang Yazhi tried to interrupt several times but held her tongue. Even though Qingqing and Ziyue are good now, who knows about the future? Could it be that she has to gamble her daughter’s lifetime happiness to prevent Lian He from divorcing her? Xiang Yazhi always felt something was not right; she had met Xie Ziyue once. His looks were beyond reproach, but his personality... Ultimately, Xiang Yazhi managed to preserve her status as desired. However, her name alone was not enough—she did not stay at the Lian Family but lived at the Xiang Family. The Lian Family would never publicly acknowledge a divorce, even less to clarify that they were not divorced. Lian Qingqing had the intention to fight for more, but Lian He’s attitude made it clear to her that this was already the greatest concession he could make. "Mom, don’t take matters into your own hands from now on," Lian Qingqing cautioned. She was still in school, and after gaining third place this time, there was still a lot to do. And there was Brother Zi Yue; being away from him for just a few days made it feel like centuries had passed. "Understood," Xiang Yazhi began to say but stopped mid-sentence. "Mom, let’s not talk about this anymore. What you need to do in the future is spend more time with Dad," Lian Qingqing said. Lian Qingqing felt a bit weary. Even her own mother was a constant worry. "Did I hear that Qingyang has entered the company?" Lian Qingqing suddenly changed the subject. Xiang Yazhi nodded, saying, "Yes, previously whenever Qingyang mentioned joining the company, he would be unhappy. Now, I don’t know what happened, but he took the initiative to join." "However, that’s also a good thing. It prevents Lian Qinghang and Lian Qingfeng from taking advantage," Xiang Yazhi said through gritted teeth. "With Qingyang present, you as the elder sister, surely won’t be bullied, right?" Lian Qingqing sneered internally; Qingyang not holding her back was enough—how could he protect her? However, it was a pity she did not get to see Tang Yue. "By the way, I have a photo of Tang Yue." As Xiang Yazhi spoke, she rushed back to her room and took out a photo. "I took it secretly from Qingyang. He has taken quite a few photos." "Let me see," Lian Qingqing took the photo. The background featured a waterfall, and Tang Yue was in a black casual outfit with a high ponytail. Even from the photo alone, one could feel the joy emanating from her image, with eyes that seemed as if they could speak. Lian Qingqing looked at the photo repeatedly. The look of Tang Yue was somewhat surprising to her, yet expected. But why did she look so familiar? As Lian Qingqing continued looking at the photo, she asked, "Do you have a photo of her with Qingyang?" "No," Xiang Yazhi shook her head. "You don’t know, but Qingyang cherishes these photos a lot. This one was taken by chance." "I don’t know why, but she looks so familiar," Lian Qingqing stared at Tang Yue with a familiar feeling washing over her—could it be because she resembled their father? Suddenly, Xiang Yazhi snatched the photo back. "Mom, what are you doing!" Lian Qingqing, bewildered by the snatched photo, asked, "I wasn’t finished looking at it." "What’s there to look at? I let you have a glance, and you did. We won’t look at that little vixen any longer," Xiang Yazhi deflected, "You think she looks familiar because she resembles your dad. That’s why you found her familiar."