Mr. Li, my wife doesn’t want to remarry and secretly gives birth to a baby.

That's why Song Qingyi hesitated at first to register their marriage.

That girl was still a child, and she relied on him. She wanted to give Xixi a father, which is why she married him.

In fact, Song Qingyi could understand Li Qinghe's helplessness.

She gave birth to Xixi at the young age of twenty. At that age, she should have been happily dating, but instead, she became a single mother.

She's been running her own art studio and singing for the past few years, but she's still quite young.

Li Wenhong had no choice but to return home after failing to meet Song Chenggong.

After they left, Leng Suhua was furious. "Look at her father's attitude! He wants money, but he's trying to turn the tables on her!"

Song Qingyi snapped out of her daze. "Mom, don't think too much about it. Qinghe got pregnant out of wedlock. Her parents are just trying to protect their daughter's rights."

"That's not enough to be unreasonable! He's already committed a hit-and-run, showing no regard for the law. What will he do in the future? Murder or arson? Will we have to ask your dad to bail him out then? He's shameless! It makes me so angry."

Leng Suhua now really wants the two of them to get a divorce.

It's infuriating that when we're nice to them, they take advantage of us.

"Mom, stop talking." Song Qingyi was already at her wit's end.

“Qinghe already said… she didn’t say those things. I’ll have a good talk with Qinghe first, and I’ll ask her what she’s thinking now. Don’t shout, and don’t let Qinghe hear it.”

Song Qingyi went back to his room to comfort Li Qinghe.

Since getting their marriage certificate, the two have rarely communicated face-to-face.

Either Song Qingyi was busy discussing cases, or when he came back and saw Li Qinghe, he could never bring himself to make a move, nor could he naturally sleep in the same bed with her.

So he always used taking care of Xixi as an excuse.

Li Qinghe cried until her eyes and nose were red.

Song Qingyi quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped her tears. "Don't cry. If you have any grievances, vent them to me."

Li Qinghe shook her head, "No, I know you haven't done anything wrong..."

Song Qingyi said, "As your husband, I'm sorry, my father is causing you trouble."

Li Qinghe felt even more aggrieved, and pouted, "My dad told me to sue you for having an illegitimate daughter. I don't want to do that. I don't want to ruin your reputation. Besides, Xixi will get married in the future."

Song Qingyi was both amused and exasperated. Yes, he still had to consider Xixi's sake; Xixi was the most important!

"So what are you thinking now? Do you want a divorce?"

"I don't know." Li Qinghe wrinkled her nose.

"Uncle Song said I should leave with nothing, which made me very angry. Xixi is mine, and I won't leave her here. But I want to continue living with you. I don't know what the future holds. Uncle Song looks down on me and says I'm just a singing virgin. I'm thinking of quitting singing. Maybe I should take the civil service exam. I don't know if it's too late."

Hearing this, Song Qingyi interrupted her, "You don't need to take the exam, you don't need to listen to him. He's talking about you? I'll talk to him."

"Hey, no, no!" Li Qinghe grabbed Song Qingyi's arm. "Don't tell your dad, otherwise he'll look down on me even more. Give me some face!"

She has lost all her dignity.

Seeing her so submissive, Song Qingyi felt very uncomfortable.

Was this marriage right or wrong? From the beginning, he knew it shouldn't happen.

Li Qinghe's feelings for him were not romantic love, otherwise she wouldn't have kept calling him "brother," and he himself did the same.

He admitted that he liked Li Qinghe.

But he can also like other women.

Because he knows himself too well. He's not some serious, noble person; he's just an ordinary man who lived a carefree life before he got married.

He's over thirty, and it's not like he's never been in a relationship. What kind of woman hasn't he seen?

He genuinely treated Li Qinghe as a younger sister.

His friend's sister became his wife. He needs time to process this.

But this process.

He feared that Li Qinghe couldn't wait any longer.

"Qinghe, if you want a divorce, don't feel pressured. I respect your choice. If you want to take Xixi with you, I won't fight you for her. Don't worry about the compensation and the child's future expenses."

Song Qingyi said.

"Even if you remarry in the future, I, Song Qingyi, can guarantee you that I will cover all of Xixi's expenses."

“My monthly living expenses will never be less than 100,000.”

Li Qinghe remained silent for a long while before speaking.

"Brother Qingyi, please let me think about it some more. I want to be alone for a while."

"Okay, then don't cry, okay?" Song Qingyi placed his hand on her head.

Li Qinghe nodded...

Li Qinghe stared at Song Qingyi's retreating figure until he walked out.

He didn't coax her, beg her, or try to keep her from getting a divorce.

Sure enough, he didn't love her.

Li Qinghe hung her head in dejection, hugging her knees, her eyes filled with confusion.

……

It's quiet at night.

The study in the Song family home was brightly lit, where Song Chenggong, Leng Suhua, and Song Qingyi were discussing whether or not to get a divorce.

Song Qingyi believed that Li Qinghe would eventually choose to divorce him.

Because before he left, he saw a hint of despair in her eyes.

Song Chenggong spoke up, "Give that little girl three million, and then Xixi can stay with us and receive the best education."

Leng Suhua clicked her tongue in amazement, "Three million is nothing? That guy's contracts are worth hundreds of millions."

Song Chenggong said, "Li Jingchen isn't her biological brother; he's just using the Li surname. Her family isn't very capable; three million isn't a small amount."

Leng Suhua, concerned about her image, said, "It should be at least six million, that would be barely acceptable."

Song Chenggong said, "You'll pay the six million?"

Leng Suhua said, "If you don't have the money, then I'll pay for it."

Song Chenggong snorted, "I'm never greedy, so naturally I don't have that much money to spend."

"Alright, you two stop arguing, I'll pay for it."

Song Qingyi rubbed his temples; money was not a problem.

His current concern is... Xixi.

"Qinghe wants custody of Xixi. Xixi can receive a good education even if she doesn't live with us."

Leng Suhua didn't want to be separated from Xixi. "I finally have a granddaughter, and Xixi is so cute."

Song Chenggong didn't want Xixi to leave either.

He was thinking that Song Qingyi might have another child sometime, and that this child might be the only descendant of the Song family.

Song Qingyi spread his hands and said, "I can't help it if you're not happy. The decision is mine, and I am also responsible for this matter."

“I shouldn’t have listened to your brainwashing in the first place and got the marriage certificate without thinking. Now that things have turned out like this, I bear the biggest responsibility.”

"Even if we get a divorce, I will make sure to take good care of them, mother and daughter. Otherwise, I won't get a divorce."

Song Chenggong asked, "So what does he plan to do?"

Song Qingyi said he would give Li Qinghe ten million yuan in compensation, and Xixi's child support would be calculated separately.

And the car his mother bought, since she bought it, she should give it to Qinghe as well, and the house too...

Song Chenggong's heart skipped a beat. What house?