[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Song Yanzhi bit her lips, almost making them bleed, but in the end, her heart softened and she became a puddle of water.

She never expected that, having thought she had hardened her heart and cut off all ties, these children would become the softest part of her heart, easily holding her back from leaving.

"Rouge, don't go!"

Han Heming's voice was hoarse, revealing despair and regret outside the car, "I did something wrong, it's unforgivable, the children don't want to follow me, our family property, which one was not earned by your hard work?

I have signed and sealed the divorce agreement and placed it on the table in the mansion.

From now on, you and the children will live in the mansion, and I will live in the military camp. I will never disturb your peace again.

I will do my best to help you achieve everything you want, I just ask you not to abandon this family."

After saying this, he did not stop, but jumped on his horse and whipped it hard. The horse's hooves raised dust, and his figure quickly disappeared into the morning mist, galloping away without looking back.

Song Yanzhi sat in the carriage, listening to the sound of horse hooves gradually fading away, tears welling up in her eyes, rolling down like beads from a broken string.

The children gathered around her, and the eldest child took out a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and gently wiped her tears;

Erwa was in the process of voice change, and his voice was as hoarse as an old bellows, but he said carefully and gently, "Mom, Daddy is gone, please come home, otherwise my brothers and I will become fatherless and motherless children, and we will be scared."

Sanwa followed closely behind: "Mom, can we go home?"

Cui Jingshu was soft-hearted to begin with, and seeing how pitiful and well-behaved the children were, her eyes welled up and she couldn't help but persuade them again.

"That's right, Yanzhi, if you don't consider other things, please stay because the children are eagerly waiting for you. How will the children live without you?"

Song Yanzhi looked at the children's expectant eyes, then at Cui Jingshu. It felt like two little people were pulling at her heart, full of entanglement and struggle. After a long while, she finally sighed, as if letting go of all her persistence and stubbornness, and said softly, "Forget it, let's go back."

When the children heard this, they immediately cheered, and their clear laughter instantly dispelled the gloom in the car.

The driver turned the carriage around and swung the whip in a beautiful arc in the air. The carriage slowly drove towards the mansion again. The wheels rolled, as if carrying new choices and the unknown.

After returning to the mansion, Song Yanzhi seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze. Every step she took was extremely heavy, as if her legs were filled with lead.

Her eyes were dull as she walked straight towards the study. The familiar bricks, tiles, grass and trees around her seemed to be sighing silently, reflecting her depressed and heavy mood.

Stepping into the study, in the slightly dim light, the divorce book placed on the rosewood table looked particularly glaring, as if it were a glaring scar, stretching across this quiet space.

Song Yanzhi slowly walked forward, stretched out her slightly trembling hand and picked up the divorce letter. Her fingers gently stroked the fingerprints pressed by Han Heming on it. Her fingertips touched the cinnabar ink that was still slightly warm. The rough touch rubbed her heart like sandpaper, again and again, and the pain spread.

Uncontrollable tears blurred her eyes. First, her eye sockets turned red, and then tears rolled down in strings, wetting the paper in her hand and blurring the words on it. The mottled marks were just like her broken heart at the moment.

She thought that she had seen too much hypocrisy and fickleness among men and women in that complicated world, and had developed a heart as hard as a rock that was not moved by emotional matters.

I won't feel any pain because of matters of love between men and women.

In her past understanding, love between men and women was just a casual act, and those love affairs, breakups and reunions were like passing clouds, not worth worrying about or shedding tears for.

But Han Heming had used his devotion over the years to pry open the closed door of her heart bit by bit, like the warm spring sun, slowly melting the ice in her heart, making her unconsciously let down all her defenses and devote herself wholeheartedly to this relationship.

So now, after suffering such a thing, she was so heartbroken, hurt so badly, and couldn't stop crying and was heartbroken.

Qiao Banniang heard low sobbing outside the study. She sighed and shook her head, then gently pushed open the study door, stepping very lightly for fear of disturbing Song Yanzhi who was immersed in sadness.

She walked to Song Yanzhi, handed her a plain handkerchief with a distressed look on her face, and comforted her softly in a gentle and caring voice.

"Madam, please stop crying! If you keep crying, your eyes will be damaged. How can your body bear such grief? If anything happens to you, everyone in the mansion will be heartbroken."

Song Yanzhi took the handkerchief, raised her hand with a slight trembling, gently wiped the tears that kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm the emotions that were like surging waves.

After a long while, she finally calmed down a little and asked in a hoarse voice, "How is Xu Nian?"

Although the voice tried hard to remain calm, one could still hear the suppressed anger and unwillingness in it.

Qiao Banniang quickly replied respectfully, "Don't worry, Madam. Everything has been taken care of."

As Qiao Banniang spoke, a hint of viciousness flashed between her eyebrows. She was the housekeeper from a wealthy family, so killing one or two people was a piece of cake for her.

Besides, she didn't kill Xu Nian, she just made her life worse than death.

In the following days, Han Heming did not set foot in the mansion again as he promised.

Only occasionally would he send Hu Zi to bring the children some rare little things, or Song Yanzhi's favorite snacks.

Song Yanzhi naturally wouldn't eat the snacks, but she didn't throw them away either. She just asked the maids and servants to send the snacks to Han Heming's children.

Every time the children received small gifts and snacks from their father, they knew that their father still cared about them, and seeing their father also made the children's longing for him less.

Time passed quietly in a calm and slightly dull atmosphere. The cold winter seemed to be slowly pulled away by a pair of invisible hands, and the warm spring finally arrived with light steps.

The earth, which had been frozen for several months, seemed to be melted away by the bone-chilling cold little by little by the warm sun. The ice and snow melted, the sound of gurgling water could be heard in the ditches, and tender green buds appeared on the branches. The breeze blew by, carrying wisps of floral fragrance, refreshing the heart and making people feel a little more relaxed.

In this season of revival, Cui Jingshu finally received a reply from General Xiao Chang.