After the divorce, my ex-husband and son lined up to pursue me.

Chapter 1 I'm tired, let's get a divorce.

“Mrs. Ruan, your brain tumor removal surgery is extremely risky. I suggest you inform your husband first and prepare for the worst.”

Jiangxia will never forget this day.

On her seventh wedding anniversary, at the age of 28, she was given a death sentence by doctors.

As Jiang Xia stood at the kindergarten gate, the doctor's diagnosis seemed to still be echoing in her ears.

Ruan Yuanchao's eyes lit up the moment he saw her, "Mom?"

Her son's words brought her back to reality.

Jiang Xia stood at the kindergarten gate, just opening her arms.

Jiang Xia had just put her son in her arms when the little guy struggled to get out, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Mom, why are you the one picking me up?"

Her son's innocent voice pulled her back to reality; he was complaining with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Dad promised to bring Aunt Xinrou to pick me up, what are you doing here?"

"If you come, Aunt Xinrou definitely won't come!"

Jiang Xia paused in her movement, which was about to pull him into her arms.

When she learned that she had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, her biggest worry was her son, which is why she canceled her company meeting that afternoon to pick him up and take him home.

Jiang Xia never expected that Ruan Yuanchao simply didn't want to see her.

Jiang Xia patiently said, "Chao Chao, Mom missed you, so I came here especially to pick you up. Do you see that Mom is unhappy?"

At this moment, she really wanted to etch her son's face into her mind so that she could remember him forever. She wanted to hug him more often, or even just talk to him.

“But if you come, Mom, Aunt Xinrou can’t come.” Ruan Yuanchao pouted reluctantly. “Today is the eighth anniversary of Aunt Xinrou and Dad’s meeting. They promised to take me to the aquarium. I even prepared a gift for Aunt Xinrou.”

Jiang Xia choked on her breath, a sharp, tearing pain shooting through her heart. Before she could speak again, Ruan Yuanchao pushed her away.

"Mom, you should leave quickly. I don't want Aunt Xinrou to see you."

Jiang Xia was pushed and fell to the ground without any warning, his face as pale as paper.

"Mom, you're so silly! Aunt Xinrou wouldn't be like you. She even knows Muay Thai!"

Jiang Xia's lips moved slightly, "Chao Chao, I'm your mother..."

But Ruan Yuanchao had no interest in listening to her; she just kept complaining, "Mom, can't you go home by yourself? Aunt Xinrou doesn't want to see you, so don't spoil our fun."

Jiang Xia remained silent for a long time, but did not speak.

She simply stood up calmly, dusted herself off, but Ruan Yuanchao kept staring expectantly in another direction, ignoring her presence.

"Heh." Jiang Xia chuckled very softly.

She was laughing at her stupidity, and at her foolishness.

Finally, Jiang Xia returned to the car and asked the driver to drive back to the villa area.

The driver asked, "Madam, where is the young master?"

“He has someone more suitable to pick him up, so I don’t need to be in the way.” Jiang Xia said calmly, “Let’s drive.”

Seeing that Jiang Xia's expression was not right, the driver wisely did not ask any further questions, but instead changed the subject.

"This morning when I dropped my son off at kindergarten, he showed me a special greeting card with a picture of a family of three on it. He said it was for our anniversary." The driver smiled and said, "Today is your wedding anniversary, so he must have made a special card for you, my wife. Your son is so thoughtful."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia paused for a moment.

Then she spoke up: "That greeting card wasn't for me."

She didn't even need to think to know that the greeting card was for Xin Rou.

Jiang Xia looked at the chat box on the screen. The other party's reply was from last month, a brief "hmm" that conveyed a sense of distance and indifference.

Just like Ruan Muhuai, he makes people feel unapproachable.

Her fingertips tapped on the screen, editing message after message, but in the end, she deleted them all.

[Will you come back tonight?] This message seemed to condense Jiang Xia's last bit of courage.

After a long while, someone on the other end finally spoke up.

I have a company meeting tonight, so I won't be replying.

Jiang Xia's fingers, gripping the phone so tightly they turned white, were stinging with tears.

She couldn't remember how many wedding anniversaries she had spent alone, nor could she recall the last time she met Ruan Muhuai.

Despite being married for so many years, the two are more estranged than strangers.

A few years ago, Jiang Xia would have made a phone call, humbled himself, and hoped the other party could reschedule.

But after learning that she had terminal cancer, she suddenly stopped caring so much.

She no longer cared whether it was Ruan Muhuai or Ruan Yuanchao.

The car came to a stop outside the Ruan family villa.

Before getting off the bus, Jiang Xia stared at the few words in the chat box on the screen. After a long silence, she finally dialed the other party's video call.

All she wanted was to spend one last anniversary with her father and son, as a family of three, in her final moments.

The video call was connected ten seconds after the ringtone.

A familiar face appeared on the other side of the screen, still with a cold expression, but the impatience with her that usually lingered in his eyes was gone.

Jiang Xia was about to speak when she heard playful laughter coming from outside the screen, so familiar that she froze on the spot.

"What's up?"

"I wanted to ask if tonight's meeting could be rescheduled?" Jiang Xia took a deep breath. "The three of us haven't had a meal together in a long time."

Ruan Muhuai frowned. "Does it have to be today?"

Yes, today.

"Does it have to be today?" Ruan Muhuai was getting impatient. He rubbed his temples. "Jiang Xia, you're not a child anymore. What are you doing, throwing a tantrum?"

This time, Jiang Xia did not back down, and his tone remained very calm.

"Ruan Muhuai, we are husband and wife."

She emphasized each word of the sentence, her gaze refusing to leave Ruan Muhuai's face for even an inch.

"Is it so hard for me to just have a meal together?"

Ruan Muhuai remained silent.

But Jiang Xia knew that he was completely impatient.

Just as she was about to speak again, the camera suddenly switched to another view, and Ruan Yuanchao's small face appeared on the screen.

His impatience was a perfect replica of Ruan Muhuai's. He pouted and said indignantly, "Mom, why can't you understand what Dad means?"

“I already told you that my dad and I are going to celebrate our anniversary with Aunt Xinrou, and you still called to ask about it.”

“Dad and I both prefer Aunt Xinrou, because Mom, you are such a spoilsport.”

These words pierced Jiang Xia's heart, causing him immense pain.

Ruan Yuanchao was a premature baby she risked her life to give birth to. He was weak from a young age, and she spent countless days and nights caring for him as he grew up.

But ever since Ruan Yuanchao became old enough to remember things, he has become quite distant from Jiangxia and has taken the initiative to get closer to Ruan Muhuai.

At first, Jiang Xia thought it was a good thing that her father and son had a harmonious relationship, but she realized there was a problem after she found that her son was becoming more and more distant from her.

"Chaochao, you can't talk to Mom like that, it will make Mom sad."

A gentle female voice rang out from outside the screen. Even though the person's face wasn't shown, Jiang Xia could guess their identity.

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