My wife wants a divorce; if she ruins my life, I'll leave.

Unaware of what was happening behind her, Meng Ruohua got into the car and prepared to return home.

In the car, Linglong whispered, "I've already told Li Lin that he'll be at the Bamboo Tea House in ten days."

In the Song residence, at Qingfeng Courtyard, Yu Ye knelt before her, filled with remorse.

"The Third Miss insisted on barging in. I tried to stop her but couldn't, and she took a gold-inlaid jade hibiscus bracelet and a gold butterfly hairpin."

"She hit you?"

Yu Ye covered the clear five-finger mark on her right cheek. "Yes, I was slapped when I stopped the Third Miss."

Does she really like jewelry that much? Song Tian used to rummage through her jewelry box without permission, taking whatever she liked. Meng Ruohua didn't mind; after all, they were family, so what difference did it make who wore it?

Now, we definitely can't let the Song family benefit at all!

As autumn deepens, a cool west wind blows, carrying yellow leaves that drift and scatter across the ground.

She stepped forward and pulled Yu Ye up, examining her face closely. She saw five bright red finger marks and half of her face was swollen. "That's just how Third Miss is. It's not your fault." She told Yu Ye to go back to her room to apply medicine and rest, and to come back when the swelling subsided.

She calmly changed her clothes and went to Rongxi Courtyard with a little maid.

The second wife teased Xuan Ge, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, and said casually, "He's been gone all day. If you didn't know better, you'd think he went to his parents' house."

As the sun set behind the western mountains, rays of light slanted in through the doorway, enveloping Meng Ruohua.

She calmly straightened her clothes, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Doesn't Madam know? I remember sending someone this morning. Has Madam forgotten? That can't be. Madam is only in her forties. How could she be so forgetful!"

She's marrying into the Song family, not selling herself into it. Does she have to announce it to everyone when she goes out?

The second wife was so angry that she felt dizzy. Who was over forty? She was only thirty-nine!

Look at this! What kind of daughter-in-law keeps saying her mother-in-law is muddle-headed? She's definitely the daughter of a boorish military man, completely ignorant of manners!

She glared at Meng Ruohua, only to find no fear in the other's eyes.

The second wife felt her authority was being challenged, and her anger surged. Meng Ruohua's recent actions and words had made her furious, and she only wanted to teach her a lesson to vent her anger!

Her eyes lit up, and a plan formed in her mind: "What wife doesn't stay at home and just go out like that?"

Meng Ruohua feigned surprise as she sized up the Second Madam, her eyes practically screaming "Confused!" "Oh dear, Madam, you're truly getting old and your memory is failing. I didn't go out casually; I informed Mother this morning. I remember she said Jixiang was present." She looked at Jixiang and asked, "Jixiang, tell me, did I send anyone?"

"Meng Shi!" the second madam shouted angrily, startling Xuan Ge in her arms into bursting into tears.

Ignoring Meng Ruohua's scolding, the second wife hurriedly lowered her head to coax her beloved grandson, "Xuan-ge, don't cry." Before she finished speaking, she felt a warm sensation spreading between her legs.

Xuan Ge was young and at an age where he couldn't control his bowel movements. When the Second Madam scolded him, he was so frightened that he wet his pants.

Although he was small, he had a loud voice. At this moment, he opened his pink mouth and cried loudly, causing the second lady to unconsciously lean back, trying to avoid the crying that seemed to pierce the top of her head.

Seeing this, the wet nurse quickly went over and took Xuan Ge away, lowering her head and gently coaxing him, not daring to glance at him. If a child urinates on his master, some mean families would blame the wet nurse for not serving him properly.

Jixiang and Ruyi hurriedly wiped the wet clothes with handkerchiefs, making both handkerchiefs damp. The Second Madam pushed them away in disgust and scolded the wet nurse, "What are you standing there for? Take the child downstairs to change his clothes! If he catches a cold in wet clothes, I will hold you responsible!"

Meng Ruohua looked down at her fingers; her well-maintained nails were pink and rounded, gleaming with a healthy sheen.

"And you, you've been married for three years and haven't conceived a child, nor have you helped take care of him? Isn't he your child? Doesn't he call you mother?"

Meng Ruohua calmly raised her head, slowly adjusting her expression, finally settling on surprise: "Does Madam want me to raise Xuan-ge?" She sighed with relief, as if she had been waiting for this day for a long time, and hurriedly said: "I will bring Xuan-ge to Qingfeng Courtyard tomorrow, and I will definitely raise him well in the future."

The second madam choked, "When did I say that you were to be raised in Qingfeng Courtyard?"

"Have you ever given birth? Do you know how to raise a child?" Her words were like daggers piercing Meng Ruohua's heart, as if Meng Ruohua's unhappiness would make her feel better.

In her past life, it was the same. He would constantly berate Meng Ruohua for being unable to have children, and she silently endured it, eventually feeling immense guilt, realizing that she was the reason the Song family had no legitimate son. She thought it was because of her poor health and difficulty conceiving, so she drank bowl after bowl of bitter medicine. Only on her deathbed did she learn that Song Chen'an had ordered someone to safflower to be added to her food, and that consuming it for a long time had rendered her unable to conceive again.

She closed her eyes to hide the resentment in them, and took a deep breath to compose herself.

Fortunately, it was not too late, and Song Chen'an had not yet made a move.

And she will never blame herself for such words again.