Divorced at fifty, I embarked on my path to success.

Before Mei Yusheng and Xie Mingqi left, Qin Zhan promised to continue helping them with the investigation and to take on the case to the end.

The two of them found a restaurant, ordered a few of their favorite dishes, and also ordered two plates of dumplings.

While waiting for the food, Xie Mingqi glanced at Mei Yusheng's solemn face and sighed, "I knew Lao Yue was a scoundrel, but I didn't expect him to be so insidious. He's scheming at every turn. Is he some kind of fox spirit?"

Mei Yusheng remained silent, quietly drinking her tea.

"Don't worry about it. It would have been better to break up sooner rather than later. You can't hesitate this time. You have to divorce him, otherwise, he might kill you one day." Xie Mingqi shuddered as she said this.

“How can it be considered early now?” Mei Yusheng said hoarsely, her voice weak and feeble. “I’ve already gone through menopause. If only it had been thirty years earlier! No, even twenty or ten years earlier would have been fine!”

Xie Mingqi's heart sank. A woman's age is unbearable. To divorce at nearly fifty, she saw no hope or light in the years to come.

While youth offers countless possibilities, it seems that older women are left with only one path: to wait for death in solitude.

Xie Mingqi finally understood what Mei Yusheng had been worried about.

I looked at her helplessly, not knowing how to comfort her.

For a moment, I even doubted whether it was right or wrong for me to keep urging her to get a divorce.

With a stable family life, one cannot truly understand the feelings of Mei Yusheng.

“Rain Sound, how about,” Xie Mingqi hesitated, “we just turn a blind eye and maintain the facade of harmony. Anyway, Lao Yue doesn’t want to divorce you, and no matter the reason, that mistress won’t get the better of you.”

"No!" Mei Yusheng's tone was extremely firm, and her expression was resolute. "The divorce is a must. I cannot turn a blind eye, nor can I swallow my anger and pretend nothing is wrong."

"Sigh, you just can't stand a speck of dust in your eye. In the end, you're the one who suffers the most." Xie Mingqi stopped trying to persuade her.

Just then, the food arrived, and Mei Yusheng chuckled lightly: "Come on, eat. You'll have the energy to deal with them if you're full."

“It seems we made the right decision to install surveillance cameras,” Xie Mingqi said, feeling relieved as Mei Yusheng’s complexion improved. “As long as they’re not clean, we’ll eventually find something to hold against them. For now, you’ll have to put up with this and pretend nothing’s wrong to lull Lao Yue into a false sense of security.”

"Okay, I understand. I won't cause trouble again and make him think I've come to my senses." Mei Yusheng gave a desolate smile and ate a three-delicacy dumpling. "I absolutely cannot be betrayed and then schemed against to death by him!"

After finishing her meal, Xie Mingqi escorted Mei Yusheng to the entrance of the residential area, told her to stay calm, and then drove away.

Mei Yusheng slowly walked home. After such a long time of running around, her lower back was a little sore, and the area where she had applied the plaster was getting increasingly itchy.

She opened the door, changed into slippers, went back to her room, changed into comfortable loungewear, reached behind her waist, and gently peeled off the plaster.

I touched it, and a layer of small bumps appeared on the surface of my skin.

She didn't dare scratch it, so she applied an anti-itch ointment, lay down on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The weather is still very hot in late summer and early autumn, so it is not suitable to apply plasters for a long time.

Perhaps she was tired, and the house was quiet, so she fell asleep without realizing it.

Awakened by the voices outside, Mei Yu listened carefully and realized that Shen Yingying and the others had returned, with Xuanxuan's childish voice mixed in.

Mei Yusheng's heart softened, and she got up and went out.

As soon as Xuanxuan saw his grandmother, he broke free from Han Caiyu and rushed into Mei Yusheng's arms.

Shen Yingying hurriedly caught up and hugged Xuanxuan: "Be good, don't disturb Grandma. Grandma's back isn't fully healed yet, so I can't hug you!"

Xuanxuan pouted, looking aggrieved: "When can Grandma hold Xuanxuan?"

Mei Yusheng felt sad and kissed his little face: "Xuanxuan, my sweet baby, in a couple of days Grandma will be able to hold you and take you to kindergarten."

Xuanxuan cheered and shook his chubby little arms and legs.

Mei Yusheng looked at the adorable little man with doting eyes, unable to get enough of him. The thought of not being able to see him often after the divorce stirred up feelings of longing and reluctance in her heart.

"Xuanxuan, come to Grandma Han!" Han Caiyu clapped her hands to call the child, and deliberately gave Mei Yusheng a provocative glance. "Grandma Han will give you a chocolate cake."

Xuanxuan was immediately won over upon hearing this, and Shen Yingying smiled helplessly: "Aunt Han, don't give him too much to eat, he'll be eating dinner soon."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Han Caiyu picked up Xuanxuan and headed towards the kitchen.

Mei Yusheng wanted to question her: It's been three days, why haven't you left yet?

Afraid of scaring Xuanxuan, she glared at her fiercely but ultimately didn't say anything.

My mother-in-law staggered out of her room, her hair disheveled, and walked towards the kitchen, still half asleep.

"Grandma, are you feeling better?" Shen Yingying asked worriedly as she followed her over.

"Hmm, much better. Oh dear, I've finally learned my lesson. I'll never drink that kind of red wine again." The old woman mumbled incoherently. "Some people are just unreliable. When I was feeling unwell, they weren't staying home. They were off somewhere having fun. I couldn't even find them when I woke up and needed some saliva."

Mei Yusheng immediately realized that the voice was talking about him, so he simply pretended not to hear and ignored it.

The nanny was in charge of dinner, so Mei Yusheng had nothing to do. She also felt uncomfortable seeing Han Caiyu becoming more and more comfortable in the house, as if she had become part of the family.

Back in his room, he sat on the edge of the bed, pondering how to force Yue Jiangting to drive Han Caiyu away when he returned.

There was a knock on the door, and Shen Yingying came in carrying a glass of juice: "Mom, the nanny just squeezed some fresh apple juice, I brought you a glass."

Mei Yusheng took it and said, "Thank you."

"Yingying, if Han Caiyu leaves, will the nanny leave with her?"

“Maybe,” Shen Yingying paused for a moment, “It’s okay, Dad promised, we’ll invite another one after she leaves.”

Mei Yusheng glanced at her, then looked away and finished her juice.

"Mom, you don't need to work so hard on housework anymore," Shen Yingying hesitated for a moment, then mustered up her courage and said, "At most, you can help pick up and drop off Xuanxuan, and do something you like in your spare time."

Mei Yusheng was taken aback, somewhat surprised by Shen Yingying's words. She was advising herself not to worry too much about the family, to be a little selfish, and to live more for herself.

Yes, I'm already over fifty, how much time do I have left for myself?

Young women these days seem to have a clearer understanding of life. She looked at Shen Yingying with gratitude, a mixture of envy and a touch of bitterness: "Thank you, I understand."

Shen Yingying smiled and said, "Mom, you rest for a while. I'll call you when it's time to eat."

After her daughter-in-law left, Mei Yusheng pondered her words and became lost in thought.

Hearing the sounds of Yue Jiangting and his son returning, Mei Yusheng composed herself, got up and was about to go out when suddenly her stomach growled, accompanied by a dull pain.

She rushed to the bathroom, but the stomach pain became more pronounced, she had some diarrhea, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

After a while, she felt much better. She washed her hands and came out. Just as she was about to go to the restaurant, she was suddenly in pain again. She hurriedly turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

After a few attempts, she simply squatted on the toilet and refused to get up.

Did they eat something that upset their stomach?

Mei Yusheng carefully recalled what she had eaten that day. The food at noon was all hot, and the restaurant was a long-established brand, so the food was very hygienic.

Besides, I've been home for almost five hours. If I had something to do, I would have done it already; I wouldn't have waited until evening.

She suddenly remembered the glass of apple juice she had just drunk!

That doesn't make sense. She used to be fine eating cold things, so why is her stomach so sensitive now?

Moreover, this pain didn't feel like simply eating something cold; it felt more like...

She had some doubts in her heart, and after thinking about it over and over again, she felt it was impossible; Shen Yingying had no reason to harm her.

From outside came Han Caiyu's high-pitched, coquettish voice: "Brother Jiang Ting, I see that Sister Mei is still not feeling well, so please let me stay a few more days, at least to help pick up and drop off Xuanxuan. What will happen to Xuanxuan if I leave? Does Yingying have to take leave every day?"

Mei Yusheng's eyes suddenly widened in horror: "Could it be that Han Caiyu secretly gave her a laxative so she could stay at home?"