Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Lu Yi noticed that his mother was in a bad mood and waited patiently, "Mom?"

When Mother Lu heard the gentle call, her emotions finally became uncontrollable. She choked out a sob and turned her head to lean against Father Lu's shoulder, her back shaking slightly. "I've ruined you. Why didn't I recognize the true face of those people in the Du family? Why did I agree to marry my daughter off to that den of tigers and wolves?"

"...Mom, don't cry, be careful not to hurt your eyes." No matter how she comforted her, it sounded a little powerless. Lu's mother was still crying, but finally she was willing to raise her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"My dear daughter, you are my only child. You are my sweetheart, no less precious than anyone else. Don't let your imagination wander. You still have children."

Lu Yi was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter when he heard what his mother said. He was also a little touched. "Are you worried that I'll commit suicide?"

Lu Yi patted his mother's back and said seriously, "No, Mom, look at me, don't cry anymore. Look at my eyes, do I look like I have no hope for life?"

Mother Lu raised her eyes and met a pair of smiling eyes, black and white clearly, looking at her and laughing softly, which was completely different from the ruthlessness and determination she had seen before.

Her nose suddenly felt sore for no reason, and Lu's mother wanted to cry even more.

Mother Lu sobbed and looked at Lu Yi carefully, hesitantly saying: "It's... it's not like that. I was wrong." She was also frightened by Yi'er's action of raising the hairpin. Now when she thinks of that look of both destruction and happiness, her heart still trembles.

Lu's mother took a handkerchief and wiped her tears. She felt embarrassed for always crying in front of her daughter. She turned her head away and didn't look at anyone.

Father Lu also joked: "Are you embarrassed now? Why are you still crying?"

"Yier, don't worry. Your mother is fine now that she's crying. Now that the matter has passed, no one should mention it again. When we return to Dahe Town, our family will live happily together."

"Who is embarrassed? I don't know who it is, but in the middle of the night, I just cried when I thought of my daughter." After Lu's mother calmed down, she also began to retort Lu's father rudely.

Laughter could be heard from time to time in the carriage piled high with luggage.

"Mom, we've been walking for so long, don't you feel tired standing at the door?"

Du Xiaowan met the resentment in Zhang Cuifen's eyes. Even though she knew that resentment was not directed at her, she was so nervous when she thought about her performance today that her eyelids twitched. She forced a smile on her face so that Zhang Cuifen could see it clearly, and asked with a trembling voice, "Mom, are you still angry?"

Du Wendong's eyes darkened as he looked at the carriage tracks outside the door and said coldly, "Is it any use getting angry now? Is cursing about this any use?"

"I'm cursing to vent my anger! I'm not afraid of tired feet. I won't sleep today. I'll scold him all night long. What kind of person is this? They can get married or divorced as they please. Let the Lu family say everything. Even a mother can be so cruel as to not want a child. Poor Qingyun... Hey, son, wait for me. I have something to tell you."

Du Xiaowan watched her brother turn around and go back into the house, with her mother reaching out to chase him from behind. Then she thought of the person who had lived with her in her home for more than ten years and would never come back. She clenched and unclenched her fists unconsciously.

Without Lu Yi at home, her mother would definitely be much more frugal. Would she still be able to continue learning embroidery from Master Wen? Du Xiaowan felt uneasy and looked out the door with a worried look on her face.

Zhang Cuifen followed Du Wendong into the house, her eyes carefully tracking Du Wendong's expression as she spoke tentatively, "Wendong? Don't be upset. She's unlucky not to live with you. You're going to be a high-ranking official, so why should you let a woman hold you back? When you become successful, she'll have plenty of time to regret it!"

Zhang Cuifen grew happier as she spoke, her voice full of energy. After she finished shouting, her voice softened a bit, and she asked, "Are you still unhappy about the divorce? Do you feel that you didn't get any compensation, and that a direct divorce would benefit the Lu family?"

Du Wendong frowned, stroking the corner of his robe with his fingers, and retorted, "How could I be tripped by her?"

"Mom, the more I think about it, the more I feel like, didn't we agree too easily? We're like a burden, we don't get any compensation, and we're just kicked out like that?! How could she be so cruel?"

The more Du Wendong thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He looked at Zhang Cuifen deeply.

The hairpin was pressed against his face, and it was natural for him to panic for a moment, but how could his mother lose her composure and coax him into agreeing? What a woman she was, giving in so easily, who knew how much money she had missed out on. Was he going to live a life of poverty again before he could pass the exam?

A chill welled up in Du Wendong's eyes, his brows gradually twisted together, and when he looked at Zhang Cuifen again, his tone was questioning.

"Mom, do you think I'm right? Who is to blame for this?"

Zhang Cuifen was shocked and waved her hands, saying, "Don't even think that! Son, you're the head of our family. I'm most proud of you. Think about it, you're a man, handsome and dignified. Even if you get divorced, it won't be difficult for you to marry ten or eight women. There are plenty of women who will throw themselves at you!"

Zhang Cuifen looked extremely proud, and while she was speaking, she gestured with numbers, attracting Du Wendong's attention. Then her tone changed, and she continued:

"But that woman is different. She's old and ugly, and having given birth to three children, she's no longer valuable. I wonder how hard it will be for her to get remarried. The spit from others could drown her."

"Son, you have a bright future. Good days are ahead for us. The Lu family only has one daughter, Lu Yi, and the lineage has long been cut off. Lu Anyuan is your biological son after all, and you raised him with the hope of being close to your father. The Lu family's lineage is clearly cut off, and there's no way to continue it."

"If we really push them into a corner, they might even fight us to the death."

Du Wendong's mind moved, and he began to think along the lines that Zhang Cuifen had laid out.

Without the Lu family, his family would have a hard time living for a while, but the Lu family would be like mud without a son, and when Lu's father got old and died, everyone would come and step on him.

"As the saying goes, a good man doesn't argue with a woman. If you force her to stay at home and refuse to let her divorce, she might take a pair of scissors and stab our whole family to death one day. It's not worth it at all."

"Son, listen to what I say to you and think carefully. Is this true?"

Du Wendong's brows were furrowed, but they gradually relaxed. He nodded his chin and said affirmatively, "What mother said does make sense. I'll ask mother to pay more attention to my remarriage."

"Leave it to mother, don't worry, I will find you an obedient and sensible girl!" Zhang Cuifen happily showed her teeth, and when she felt a breeze leaking out, she quickly pursed her lips and smiled.

She finally made her son understand. Otherwise, if he held a grudge against her in the future, she would have no place to cry.

Her son was either studying in a private school or hanging out with his classmates, so he didn't spend much time at home. When it came to the people who spent every day with Lu Yi, she was the first one to be mentioned.

Zhang Cuifen pulled the quilt over herself, and as she thought about it, she felt cold all over. No, she had to open her eyes. Wen Dong’s next wife must be submissive!