After eavesdropping on my thoughts, the food lovers all over the country were shocked

Zhou Ying was stunned and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Over the years, she has been living in a daze, staying in the courtyard of the Duke of Weiguo's Mansion.

Her heart was filled with resentment towards Song Zhichen and regret for her original choice, but she had to pretend to be nice for the sake of her son.

She gave up on herself, confined herself to a corner of the backyard.

All he thought about every day was how to suppress the concubines with evil intentions in the backyard and how to let his son grow up safely, but he forgot to look back at the other family members who had been silently caring about him.

Zhou Ying blinked to get rid of the moisture in the corners of her eyes.

"Back then I thought I had found love and married for love. Now looking back, I realize how stupid I was..."

"Sometimes I always wonder what went wrong and why it turned out like this. We didn't get married blindly. It was clearly him who proposed to me back then."

Zhou Ying looked out the window. She could still clearly remember the moment when the veil was lifted and Song Zhichen's eyes were filled with joy.

The tenderness and affection that Song Zhichen showed back then were all real.

But it is also true that he later turned against others and that he had feelings for others.

She bet her whole life on Song Zhichen, but he made her lose so miserably.

In the past, she would keep these words in her heart and would not easily tell others.

But I don’t know what happened today. Looking into Shen Huazheng’s eyes, Zhou Ying suddenly poured out all the words that had been accumulated in her heart for many years.

But in just a few years, he changed, and she changed too.

They can't go back to the past.

"I hate him, and I hate myself. Over the years, I have gradually become someone I hate. Sometimes, I really feel that life is meaningless."

After hearing what Song Zhichen said that day, Zhou Ying suddenly felt murderous.

The murderous intent was completely out of her control and was almost bursting out of her chest.

She wanted to kill Song Zhichen. She didn't want to endure it any longer and didn't want to continue to confront Song Zhichen.

At that time, Zhou Ying looked at Song Zhichen. She only needed to use the sword to lightly slash his neck, and Song Zhichen would bleed to death on the spot. Then she would be free.

At worst, she would trade her life for another's and die.

It's better than continuing to torture each other with Song Zhichen.

Zhou Ying was shocked when this thought came to her mind. She hurried back to her parents' home because she was worried that if she stayed in the Duke of Weiguo's Mansion, she would really make some irreparable mistake.

She was afraid that Song Ye would see her losing control, and she couldn't let him have a murderer as his mother.

How could such an outstanding child have such a mother?

Shen Huazheng sighed in her heart, "Cousin Ying, life is still so long, don't waste your time on people and things that are not worth it. You have to think about your uncle, you are his only daughter."

Zhou Ying felt a bitter feeling in her heart, and hot tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

"Zheng'er, I really want to leave the Duke of Wei's Mansion. I can't stay there for even a day. I don't want to see Song Zhichen again, but I'm worried that the Zhou family and Ye'er will be affected... I really don't know what to do."

She didn't know when it started, but every time she returned to the Duke's Mansion from her mother's home or other places and saw the plaque of the Duke's Mansion, Zhou Ying felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart, making it completely difficult for her to breathe.

It felt like there were a thousand pounds of weight on my feet. I looked at the door and couldn't take a step forward.

On the other hand, every time Zhou Ying stepped out of the Duke's Mansion, he would always feel inexplicably excited, as if the air outside was fresher.

Shen Huazheng reached out, hugged Zhou Ying, and gently patted her back with her right hand.

"Cry, cry if you want, don't hold it in."

Zhou Ying hugged Shen Huazheng, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably.

For the first time, she let her tears flow freely in front of others, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances in her heart.

*

"Dad, you mean that my aunt's family, my grandparents, my uncle, you and my two cousins ​​can all hear Zheng'er's thoughts?"

When Zhou Ying met Zhou Cheng'an, she asked him tentatively, and got the answer she had imagined. She was slightly surprised, but not too surprised.

Last time she guessed that her ability to hear Shen Huazheng's inner thoughts might be related to her blood relationship.

"That's right," Zhou Cheng'an nodded, "I found it last time when Zheng'er had a high fever and fell into the water."

After discovering this, Old Master Zhou warned his children and grandchildren not to reveal a single word, for fear that the secret would be leaked and would be detrimental to Shen Huazheng.

Although he knew that Zhou Ying would not leak the information, Zhou Cheng'an still warned her, "Ying'er, this matter must not be spread to anyone."

Zhou Ying nodded, "Don't worry, Daddy, I understand."

Zhou Chengan looked at his daughter and finally spoke. "Ying'er, what do you think about the future?"

As soon as he came out of Old Master Zhou’s study, Zhou Cheng’an received news that Zhou Ying was unwell.

He ran over without even having lunch, fearing that something really happened to his daughter.

Seeing that she was safe and sound and her complexion looked normal, Zhou Chengan finally felt relieved.

Originally, the Zhou family agreed not to put pressure on Zhou Ying for the time being and let her think it over carefully.

Now Zhou Cheng'an has changed his mind. He is worried that his daughter has gotten herself into a dead end and will never be able to get out.

When his first wife, Zou, died, he almost followed her.

If Zhou Ying hadn't been there at that time, Zhou Cheng'an would definitely not have been able to get over that hurdle.

Now, for Zhou Cheng'an, besides his parents, his daughter is the most important person to him.

No matter what, he couldn't bear the pain of seeing a loved one die.

Although Zhou Cheng'an's status was not as high as his two brothers who had pursued official careers, he had a lot of money at hand, so he could have no problem supporting his daughter for ten lifetimes.

He now sees through it all. Song Zhichen is just a useless piece of mud who will spend his whole life hanging around with women.

Zhou Cheng'an would rather take his daughter back home and raise her than let her continue to live such a humiliating life in the Duke of Weiguo's mansion.

Zhou Ying felt sad when she saw the extra silver hair on her father's temples.

Zheng'er was right. She couldn't continue to hide in her shell. She should come out for the sake of her loved ones.

My grandparents are old and my father is no longer young.

She couldn't let her family, especially her father, worry about her anymore.

Zhou Ying's throat was hard, and she suppressed her surging emotions: "Dad, I have thought it through. I plan to divorce Song Zhichen."

"Really?" Zhou Cheng'an was overjoyed. "Have you really figured it out?"

Zhou Ying looked determined, without any hesitation in her tone: "Dad, I have thought it through very clearly. I will not return to the Duke of Weiguo's Mansion. But before the divorce, I have to talk to Ye'er first."

"Okay, okay. This is a big deal, and I really should talk to Ye'er about it."

Although Zhou Cheng'an hates Song Zhichen, he loves his only grandson Song Ye very much.

Song Ye is a good and sensible boy. Not only will he not obstruct Zhou Ying and Song Zhichen from divorcing, but he will facilitate it.

Zhou Cheng'an was even a little excited when he thought that his daughter was finally going to divorce that guy named Song.

"When you divorce that Song girl, you can do whatever you want. Daddy can support you."

"Thank you, Dad." Zhou Ying's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was choked with sobs.