After the divorce, my ex-husband's cousin tricked me into getting a marriage certificate.

Qiao Ran asked the doctor for some stomach medicine and then left quickly.

She really didn't want to see that despicable couple.

She felt like she would suffocate if she stayed in the same area with those two people for even a second longer.

While she was queuing at the window to get her medicine, a hand suddenly reached out and snatched it away.

As Lin Mengchuan rummaged through the medicine in the bag, he asked her, "Is your stomach upset? Are you skipping meals to lose weight?"

Qi Muci snatched the medicine from Lin Mengchuan's hand, saying, "Your mouth really deserves a beating."

Qiao Ran rolled her eyes at Lin Mengchuan, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Qi Muci followed him.

Lin Mengchuan felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, and he cursed, "Qiao Ran, you'll definitely regret leaving me!"

Qiao Ran stopped and turned to glare at Lin Mengchuan: "I'll regret it if I don't leave you!"

Shen Qingzhu found them and scolded, "Meng Chuan, what are you doing here? Have you paid for all the medical examinations?"

Lin Mengchuan handed the form to his mother and said, "Pay it."

Half an hour later, Lin Mengchuan returned to the doctor's office with Lin Fei and the test results.

Shen Qingzhu asked anxiously, "Doctor, is the baby in her belly okay? Should she be hospitalized?"

The doctor looked at the report for a while and replied slowly, "It looks fine so far, but the fetus is still unstable at this stage. I suggest you go home and rest in bed and observe for a while."

Shen Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that everything is alright. Lin Fei, don't move yet. Continue living here until the fetus is stable before moving."

Lin Fei stole a glance at Lin Mengchuan, concealing her inner delight, and replied to Shen Qingzhu, "Okay."

On the way home, Lin Mengchuan kept a straight face and didn't say a word.

Shen Qingzhu knew her son was unhappy, and she herself was also conflicted. She wanted to have a grandson, but she also wanted her son to find a girl of equal social standing for a marriage alliance, fearing that the child would become an obstacle.

Only Lin Fei was in a good mood, so she could stay in the Lin family for a short period of time.

However, she still needs to find a way to get Lin Mengchuan and Qiao Ran to divorce as soon as possible; there's only one way left.

Back home, after settling Lin Fei in his room to rest, Shen Qingzhu pulled her son into her room to question him, "Meng Chuan, I'm asking you, what exactly are you thinking?"

Lin Mengchuan looked completely bewildered. "What do you mean, what do you think?"

Shen Qingzhu: "When are you going to get a divorce from Qiao Ran? Also, as I told you, I'm going to find you a girl who is a good match. If you agree, I'll have to find someone to help you find one as soon as possible."

"Then what about Lin Fei?" Lin Mengchuan asked his mother.

Shen Qingzhu: "What else can we do? One is to make her abort the child, and the other is to let her give birth. As for whether she raises the child herself or we will raise it, that's a matter for later."

Lin Mengchuan thought for a moment and replied, "I will not divorce Qiao Ran. As for the child in Lin Fei's belly, you can handle it."

Shen Qingzhu was furious. "This is the mess you made. You expect me to clean up your mess?"

Lin Mengchuan didn't respond and left directly.

Shen Qingzhu chased after him, yelling, "Lin Mengchuan, how could you be such a bastard? Come back here! Solve your own problems, don't try to dump them on me. I won't clean up your mess!"

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Qiao Ran returned to Zhao Mengmeng's house, took her medicine, and lay down to rest.

Qi Muci wanted to come and keep her company, but she refused.

After all, she is not divorced yet, and both of them are celebrities. If they are photographed by the media, things could get complicated.

Not long after lying down, Qiao Ran fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but she vaguely heard her phone ring. She reached for the phone on the bedside table, mechanically swiped to answer, "Hello, who is this?"

"Qiao Ran, did you delete my number? And you actually asked who I am!" Song Yuhe roared on the other end of the phone. "Where are you now? Come home right now! Do you know how worried Meng Chuan is about you? He's been looking for you everywhere."

Qiao Ran immediately snapped out of her daze. "How did you know he was looking for me everywhere? Is he with you?"

Song Yuhe: "That's right, he's having tea with your brother in the living room right now. You get back here right now, or you'll be sorry!"

Hearing the disconnection sound from her phone, Qiao Ran felt a throbbing pain in her head.

How could Lin Mengchuan be so shameless as to actually go to her house? No, to be precise, it was her mother Song Yuhe's and older brother Qiao Baocheng's house, even though she earned the money to buy it from acting.

However, when buying the house, Song Yuhe only put her own name and her son's name on the deed.

The reason given was that Qiao Ran would be getting married in the future, and the house shouldn't be given to the man who would benefit from it.

Later, Xu Ying went to propose marriage, which made Song Yuhe and Qiao Baocheng extremely happy.

The Lin family is a wealthy and powerful family. Marrying into the Lin family means endless riches and honors. It's no wonder that Song Yuhe often burned incense; she has finally managed to get a good marriage for her daughter.

Qiao Ran was afraid that Lin Mengchuan would distort the truth in front of her mother and older brother, and she also wanted to tell her mother and older brother about the divorce, so she got up, changed into a T-shirt and jeans, went downstairs, and drove there.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Yuhe started scolding her: "How come you're getting more and more immature as you get older? Meng Chuan told us that the child in Lin Fei's belly was an accident. He was drunk that day, and he doesn't love Lin Fei."

“He promised me that once Lin Fei gave birth, he would bring the child home for me to raise. If I didn’t want to raise it, he would let Lin Fei raise it herself. No matter which option I chose, I would always be the only Mrs. Lin.”

Qiao Ran looked at her mother in shock. "Do you know what you're saying?"

Song Yuhe pouted, "Of course I know what I'm talking about. You just don't understand the situation. How could rich people like them possibly stay with one woman for the rest of their lives? You still expect him to love only you?"

"Let alone rich people, many ordinary people also go out and have affairs. But as long as he doesn't get a divorce, life will continue as usual. Do you think you can marry into a good family like this again after you get a divorce?"

Qiao Ran sneered, "So you mean if someone slaps me, I can't get angry, and I have to offer my other cheek so they can slap me again? Am I that pathetic?"

Song Yuhe glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about? Meng Chuan hit you? I heard him say that you hit him, and his leg is still bruised. I really shouldn't have let you learn martial arts in the first place. Now you're using it against your own man."

Qiao Ran didn't want to talk to Song Yuhe anymore; it was a complete waste of breath.

She strode into the living room, glaring at Lin Mengchuan who was leisurely drinking tea on the sofa. "Lin Mengchuan, you really are disgusting. Do you think that by coming here and having my mother pressure me, I won't get a divorce?"

"Let me tell you, no matter who you find, I'm getting a divorce! Since you're unwilling to cooperate, then see you in court!"

Slap! A slap suddenly landed on Qiao Ran's face.

The room immediately fell silent.

Lin Mengchuan was stunned when he saw five bright red finger marks on Qiao Ran's left cheek.

Song Yuhe pointed at her daughter and angrily scolded, "You brat, you think you're all grown up now? How dare you talk to your man like that? Is this how I raised you? Meng Chuan, I'll teach her a lesson today!"

As Song Yuhe spoke, she raised her hand, but Qiao Ran grabbed it.

At this moment, Qiao Ran's eyes were bloodshot, and she glared at her mother, Song Yuhe, with gritted teeth. "Consider that slap I just gave you as a debt. We're even now."

"From now on, I'll walk my narrow path, and you walk yours. I don't have a mother like you, and you don't deserve to be my mother!"