My whole family abuses me? Then I will abuse the whole family!

Wen Jing chuckled, "If you can't, then you're just thinking about it."

Yan Qingqing shook her head, her expression somewhat solemn, "This marriage must be maintained. I took the initiative to make trouble once before, and my son's personality has become like that. If we really get divorced, won't he be sad again?"

Suddenly, there was a gleam of tears in Wen Jing's eyes, and she seemed to be asking her past self.

"Your son has grown up now. He no longer needs his parents' company and care like he did when he was ten years old. He actually hopes that you will divorce him. You should be aware of this, right?"

Yan Qingqing lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at Wen Jing. She didn't answer the question. She knew very well that Fang Yanxin wanted her to get a divorce.

Wen Jing asked again, "You have been married for twenty years, are you happy?"

Yan Qingqing was stumped again. Are you happy? She was only happy when she first got married.

What follows is only endless pain and humiliation.

But she still felt that for the sake of her son's future, she should maintain the marriage.

"But... I'm already in my forties. Where can I go if I get divorced? I can't go back to my parents' home, and no one wants me. They will definitely gossip about me behind my back."

"What's the matter? Your family gave you so many houses, and you still have nowhere to go? You can't live without your man?"

Yan Qingqing frowned and retorted, "If I get divorced, who will take care of Yan Xin? I'm worried."

Wen Jing: "Whether he has a broken arm or a broken leg, he can even cook. Do you think he will starve to death or become unable to take care of himself? Besides, you are getting a divorce, not dying. If you get a divorce, you won't be able to see your son anymore?"

Yan Qingqing was speechless. She racked her brains to think of something to say in response, but couldn't think of anything else. She compromised and said, "If I get divorced, the relationship between the Fang family and the Yan family will be completely severed. What will happen to my son's future?"

Seeing that she finally spoke out her true thoughts, Wen Jing did not answer her directly, but talked about Fang Hanchuan.

"Aunt Mei has spent her entire life trying to earn a future for her precious son, but what's the result? Until now, her precious son is like his umbilical cord has not been cut. Whenever he needs something, he goes home to ask his mother for it and makes a fuss with her. He has no sense of responsibility, no accountability, and no ability. He can only be a section chief."

"Fang Yanxin doesn't want to be like his father. He knows what he wants and is working hard towards it. You think you have sacrificed so much for Fang Yanxin, endured a humiliating marriage, and maintained the superficial peace between the Fang and Yan families, but you don't know that he doesn't need it at all. He really wants to escape from that suffocating home and climb higher."

"Why does Fang Yanxin cling to me? He just wants to use me to deal with these things. After all, they are his family. If he takes action, he will be branded as unfilial. If I, an outsider, take action, he won't have these troubles. One day in the future, he can even use this as an excuse to kick me out and marry another daughter from a wealthy family to rise to the top."

Yan Qingqing watched Wen Jing calmly say these frightening things, her heart beat faster, "You... if you know all this, then why do you still want to help my son? Aren't you afraid that he will..."

"Do I have a choice?" Wen Jing smiled bitterly this time.

Yan Qingqing was silent.

Don’t even mention whether Wen Jing has a choice, she doesn’t have one either.

Women these days have no choice.

Wen Jing took a deep breath, exhaled, and forced a bright smile on her face, "How do you think my life as a widow is going?"

Yan Qingqing looked at her. Her quiet appearance seemed very beautiful and full of life.

She used to be so full of life.

But now she is like yesterday's flower, withered and unrecognizable.

There was a hint of envy in her eyes. She said nothing, but she said everything.

Wen Jing finished the popsicle in her hand, took her out of the small warehouse, told her little sister to take off the red skirt, and handed it to her, "Go and change into it."

Yan Qingqing was stunned. "Aren't you not going to sell it to me?"

Wen Jing, however, had a proud look on her face. "If you don't want to sell it, you can give it to me. I like you now, so I'll give you this skirt."

Yan Qingqing: “….”

I feel inexplicably happy, and I don't know why.

She tried hard to suppress the upward corners of her mouth, pretended to be reluctant, and went to the fitting room to change into the skirt.

After she put it on, she stunned everyone, and several girls kept praising how beautiful she was.

Indeed, even though Yan Qingqing is over 40 years old, she is beautiful, well-maintained, and has a good figure. This dress seems to be tailor-made for her and fits her perfectly.

As the wife of a high-ranking official, she had to maintain a simple and dignified image, otherwise it would give others something to talk about and affect Fang Hanchuan's official position.

Yan Qingqing looked at herself in the mirror and felt dissatisfied no matter how she looked at herself.

She felt that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were extremely obvious and her skin was sallow, and she couldn't support the skirt at all.

Wen Jing noticed her lack of confidence, so she took her to the dressing table and sat her down, letting the girl in charge of makeup put on a full make-up for her.

Finally, put on bright lipstick.

Wen Jing waved her hand, and the younger sister left tactfully.

She put a sparkling necklace around Yan Qingqing's neck and bent down to look at them in the mirror.

"You are already beautiful, like a gorgeous rose. Why do you want to turn yourself into yesterday's flowers that no one cares about just for a rotten cucumber?"

Yan Qingqing wanted to cry again now, as if she had found her former self again.

Wen Jing immediately stopped her, "Don't cry, if your makeup gets smudged you'll turn into a harlequin cat."

Yan Qingqing burst into laughter and reached out to hit her coquettishly, "Why are you so annoying?"

Wen Jing just smiled and bewitched again: "You have to be yourself first, that is the main line of your life. Other identities can be put aside. It's not too late to find yourself now."

Yan Qingqing suddenly understood, her eyes sparkling, "But...how can I escape from this sea of ​​suffering? I can't escape by force."

The smile on Wen Jing's face became more genuine. "Sometimes if you go crazy, all the problems you think are no longer problems. You will live a carefree life in the future. It all depends on whether you are willing to go crazy or not."

Now Yan Qingqing is sitting in the car, looking at the scenery outside the window with a calm expression.

She has grown a lot of brains during this period.

Looking back, every word Wen Jing said, everything she did, and even every movement and expression, seemed to have been planned long ago.

He came to save her from heatstroke, gave her popsicles, a red dress, and a necklace, and bewitched her to go crazy and get a divorce.

She is not that stupid. So many things happened that almost caused the Yan family to collapse. The starting point was the fact that she started to go crazy.

She knew Wen Jing had bad intentions, but she was willing to do these things.

He was trying to cover up for her and took all the blame on himself, saying that it was she who insisted on getting a divorce.

At that time, she was actually thinking that if the Fang family knew that it was Wen Jing who instigated her to divorce, the consequences would be serious and would even affect her son's future.

Now that I think about it, Wen Jing’s purpose was not what she said, that she wanted to help Fang Yanxin escape from that suffocating home, but what she said at the beginning, “Whoever wants to enter the Fang family’s pigpen can enter. I must be mentally ill to think of marrying into the Fang family and becoming a pig, to be slaughtered at will.”

Yes...if the Fang family collapses, no one will be able to trap her.

Wen Jing is really calculating. She had already thought of a plan to escape unscathed and was not afraid of being exposed at all.

She now felt that Wen Jing was like a vixen whose gender was difficult to tell. How come no one, young or old, male or female could escape her charm?

"Do you...really want me to be myself? Without any calculations?"