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

The sound of the plum rain at this moment seemed to split into two people, one of whom detached themselves and stood aside, watching everything with utter calm.

Another person was overwhelmed by the intense emotions, their heart aching. Watching that despicable couple being all lovey-dovey in front of them felt like swallowing a fly.

She wished she would never see them again, but the anger and resentment in her heart overwhelmed her reason like a tidal wave.

Once she detached herself from the situation and regained her composure, she still retained the ability to think. She was somewhat confused about the source of her anger.

Was it simply because of Yue Jiangting's betrayal?

No, she was angry about the wasted years of her youth.

While the resentment and frustration of having given her life to the wrong person was unbearable, what caused her even greater pain was the sacrifice of her own dreams for her family.

Realizing this deeper reason, Mei Yusheng's fiery resentment towards scumbags suddenly turned into a profound sense of sorrow.

She stared at her husband and son with almost cold-blooded indifference, feeling that the past thirty years had been wasted.

Yue Guangzhi met Mei Yusheng's cold and unfamiliar gaze, and was startled. He cautiously leaned closer and said, "Mom, calm down and talk things out."

He handed over a cup of hot tea, the fragrant aroma wafting to his nose. Mei Yusheng took it and drank a sip.

Yue Guangzhi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly gave his father a meaningful look.

"Brother Jiangting, look at Sister Mei, she's cursing me like this!" Han Caiyu leaned her head against Yue Jiangting's chest and glared at Mei Yusheng with resentment.

Yue Jiangting gently patted her shoulder: "Don't bother arguing with a shrew!"

Mei Yusheng took a sip of tea to moisten her dry throat, a strange smile playing on her lips, her legs casually crossed.

"This is my home! Han Caiyu, get out of here!" Mei Yusheng's tone was gentle, but it carried an undeniable ruthlessness. "Anyone who feels sorry for me can get out too!"

"What? You, you, you!" The mother-in-law pointed at her, her lips turning white with anger. "If you want to kick me out, just say so!"

"Heh," Mei Yusheng chuckled, "Mom, aren't you just admitting it? What I said was, whoever feels sorry for the mistress should get out. Do you support your son having a mistress? There are very few mothers like you. I'm going to let the whole neighborhood know and give you a banner, how about that?"

"Mei Yusheng, shut up!" Yue Jiangting roared, then turned to his mother-in-law, "Mom, go back to your room and rest. I'll handle things here!"

After saying that, she gave Yue Guangzhi a wink, and Yue Guangzhi, without saying a word, grabbed his mother-in-law and took her away.

"Mei Yusheng! Don't push your luck!" Yue Jiangting's tone was gloomy. "This isn't just your home; you don't get to decide what to do here!"

"Oh? I don't get to decide?" Mei Yusheng said, standing up without warning, running to the bathroom to grab a mop, and rushing back.

"Ah—what are you doing?" The moment the mop head hit Han Caiyu's head, she screamed like a pig being slaughtered, completely losing all her elegance.

Yue Guangzhi, who had just returned, was utterly terrified. It was the first time in his life he had ever seen his mother lose her temper. His usually gentle and soft-spoken mother had such a fierce side, and he suddenly felt a sense of awe towards women.

The woman who had been observing the scene with indifference realized that she had truly become a shrew. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her, while her crazed self was still beating the scumbag with a mop, unleashing astonishing strength, as if releasing decades of resentment and frustration all at once.

"You madman! You shrew!" Yue Jiangting protected Han Caiyu while reaching out an arm to grab the waving mop head and shoving it forward with force.

Mei Yusheng was pushed and fell to the ground with a thud. A sharp pain shot through her lower back, and she couldn't stand up for a moment.

Yue Guangzhi rushed forward to help her: "Mom, are you alright?"

Mei Yusheng took a breath and slapped her son's hand away: "Your mother isn't dead yet! If you're still my son, throw these two shameless old hags out!"

"Mom—" Yue Guangzhi called out helplessly, then turned to Yue Jiangting, "Dad, what do you think, should we send Aunt Han back first?"

Han Caiyu pleaded frantically, "Brother Jiang Ting, you promised to let me move here. My old house is already listed for sale!"

Mei Yusheng cast a sharp look at her: "Ha, so you're brazenly trying to move in! If you dare to move in, I'll call the police and warn you for trespassing!"

"Brother Jiang Ting~" This call was so enchanting and charming that even Yue Guangzhi blushed.

Yue Jiangting's expression softened instantly, becoming incredibly tender: "Don't worry, sweetheart."

He glanced at Mei Yusheng with a troubled expression, frowned and pondered for a moment: "I'll go back with you today, and we'll think of a solution later."

After saying that, he half-embraced Han Caiyu, picked up his phone from the coffee table and put it in his pocket. Han Caiyu hesitated and refused to leave, giving Mei Yusheng a venomous glare.

Mei Yusheng grabbed a teacup from the coffee table and threw it at their retreating figures, yelling, "Get out! Don't ever come back after you leave this room!"

She was speaking to Yue Jiangting. The teacup missed him, but crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces. Yue Jiangting didn't even turn his head.

The moment the door slammed shut, Mei Yusheng burst into tears. She sat on the cold floor tiles, pounding her chest repeatedly.

"Mom!" Yue Guangzhi remained silent for a long time before coming up to help his mother up after she had cried enough.

Mei Yusheng cried until her head was buzzing, and the muscles on her face twitched. The other woman, who had detached herself from the situation, watched her like she was watching a play.

The rain stopped abruptly when it came from Xuanxuan's crying in the bedroom; she had woken her grandson.

The bedroom door opened, and Xuanxuan's wailing was deafening. He stretched out his little hand, wanting his grandma. Mei Yusheng's eyes welled up with tears again.

The mother-in-law, disturbed by the noise, opened her door, gave Mei Yusheng a sinister look, shook her head, and sighed, "What a tragedy, what a wicked child!"

Shen Yingying hurriedly coaxed and persuaded her mother-in-law to return to her room, and then quickly came out to support Mei Yusheng: "Mom, let me help you lie down for a while."

A soft hand rested on Mei Yusheng's arm. Mei Yusheng did not refuse and slowly stood up with her help. She felt a lot of pain in her lower back and was a little worried that she might have hurt herself.

Shen Yingying winked at Yue Guangzhi, signaling him to take Xuanxuan back upstairs first.

As if granted a pardon, Yue Guangzhi wiped Xuanxuan's face, wrapped him in a small blanket, and hurriedly left with the child in his arms.

Once the house quieted down, Shen Yingying carefully helped Mei Yusheng back to her bedroom.

Mei Yusheng, supporting her waist with one hand, slowly lay down on the bed.

She and Yue Jiangting had long been sleeping in separate rooms. Their schedules were different, and Mei Yusheng was afraid of disturbing his rest, so she moved into the side bedroom.

Therefore, they became roommates more than 20 years ago.

Mei Yusheng was angry, but at the same time, she was also reflecting on her mistakes.

Shen Yingying plugged in the salt bag and placed it under Mei Yusheng's waist. The salt bag quickly heated up, and Mei Yusheng soon broke out in a sweat on the late summer night.

"Mom, I understand how you feel. No woman could accept this." Shen Yingying poured a glass of warm water and helped Mei Yusheng drink a couple of sips.

Mei Yusheng suddenly felt like she had met a kindred spirit. From the moment Han Caiyu appeared until now, the words spoken by both her husband and son had made her increasingly heartbroken.

Women understand women best.

For the first time, Mei Yusheng shed tears because of her grievances.

"Mom, don't cry. If you cry and hurt yourself, won't that woman be even happier?" Shen Yingying wiped Mei Yusheng's face with a tissue.

"Yes, I can't let myself die of anger first, and let those two scoundrels get away with it!" Mei Yusheng gritted her teeth.

"Yingying, do you know anything about them?" Mei Yusheng took a breath, recalling her son's reaction, and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Shen Yingying shifted uncomfortably in her chair, avoiding Mei Yusheng's gaze, her voice trembling slightly: "Mom, how could I have known... I only found out tonight, and I was quite shocked."

Mei Yusheng suddenly felt tired and sighed, "Go back, Xuanxuan might cry if he can't find you at night."

"Mom, is your back okay? I'll go with you to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."

Mei Yusheng checked her lower back and, finding nothing serious, waved her hand, saying, "We'll talk about it tomorrow!"