Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

Xiao Fang sidestepped his pull, dusted off the dust on his robe, and spoke in a calm tone.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

Don't give me that!

Yun Chongshan's eyes were red.

"That's a matter between my husband and me, what right do you have to interfere? Give me back the divorce papers!"

Xiao Fang ignored him and turned around to pat the door.

Old Liu opened the door quickly, and when he saw Xiao Fang, a respectful smile appeared on his face.

"Young master, you've arrived."

"Has my mother-in-law gotten up?"

"I just got up and am waiting for you to have breakfast."

Yun Chongshan took the opportunity to squeeze through the door.

Old Liu tried to stop him, but he was pushed away.

"I am your wife's husband. How dare you stop me from entering my own home?"

Xiao Fang glanced back at him, said nothing, and walked straight inside.

Yun Chongshan followed behind like a leech, muttering to himself.

"Mrs. Qin will forgive me... We've been married for thirty years, she can't be so heartless..."

In the main hall, Madam Qin was already sitting at the table drinking tea.

When she saw Yun Chongshan follow her in, her hand holding the teacup paused for a moment, then she regained her composure, as if she hadn't seen him at all.

"mother in law."

Xiao Fang walked over, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"The letter of divorce has been filed with the government; this is the receipt."

Yun Chongshan's gaze seemed glued to the paper, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"Impossible... When did you...?"

"Yesterday afternoon."

Xiao Fang said calmly:

"I specifically ordered someone to expedite the process."

"you!"

Yun Chongshan was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at Xiao Fang but unable to speak.

"Fengqin".

He turned to Qin, his voice as soft as cotton.

"I know I was wrong. I was so angry that day that I said those awful things."

Regarding my father-in-law's family situation, I... I had no choice at the time. If I had to choose again, I would definitely stand on your side...

Qin put down her teacup, looked up at him, her eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Thirty years have passed, Yun Chongshan."

Her voice was soft, yet it struck Yun Chongshan's heart like a heavy hammer.

"It took me thirty years to see what kind of person you really are."

A faint smile curved at the corners of Qin's lips, tinged with self-mockery.

"It's a bit late, but it's better than dying with your eyes open."

"No way!"

Yun Chongshan panicked and stepped forward to grab her hand, but was frozen by Qin's gaze.

I promise I'll treat you well from now on!

I've already disciplined Aunt Feng. From now on, I'll listen to you in all matters of the manor..."

"No need."

Qin interrupted him.

"If things hadn't escalated to this point, would you have turned back?"

Yun Chongshan's words stuck in his throat.

He dared not imagine what would happen if Qin continued to swallow her anger as before.

Will he continue to indulge Aunt Feng and ignore her grievances, just as he has done for the past thirty years?

Until she breathed her last?

The answer was like a needle, piercing his heart.

Looking at his pale face, a faint trace of pain flashed in Qin's eyes, which was then replaced by resolute determination.

"Someone, see the guest out."

The two guards hesitated for a moment and looked at Xiao Fang.

Xiao Fangchong and the others nodded, and the two of them immediately stepped forward, lifted Yun Chongshan up, and dragged him outside.

"Let me go! Qin Shi! Think it over again!"

Yun Chongshan struggled, like a fish out of water.

"We still have Shuyao! Don't you want her to have a complete family?"

Qin closed her eyes and said nothing more.

Yun Shuyao was standing at the doorway, her eyes red as she looked at her mother, but she made no attempt to plead for him.

Xiao Fang followed her out, and as they approached the door, he suddenly remembered the injury on Yun Shuyao's back.

The old and the new overlap, a shocking sight, all of which are the actions of this father.

He couldn't help but step forward and, as Yun Chongshan was being pushed out the door, secretly kicked him hard in the lower back.

With a "thud," Yun Chongshan flew out of the door like a tattered sack and crashed heavily into the mud.

The splashed mud and water covered his face, making him look as disheveled as Steward Wang who had been thrown into the ditch that day.

The old bones seemed to have fallen apart; Yun Chongshan lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Pain and humiliation are nothing compared to the suffocation in my heart.

It seems he really is... about to lose his gentle and virtuous wife.

"master!"

The coachman rushed over to help him.

Yun Chongshan waved his hand away and struggled to get up on his own.

Stumbling and staggering, he rushed to the door and began banging on it again.

"Fengqin! Open the door! I know I was wrong! Please give me another chance..."

The silence inside was eerily profound; even the wind seemed to avoid it.

He filmed for an unknown amount of time, until his hands went numb and his voice became hoarse, but the door still didn't open.

Yun Chongshan finally collapsed to the ground, staring at the tightly closed gate, tears streaming down his face mixed with muddy water.

In the village, breakfast was already laid out on the dining table in the main hall.

The crystal shrimp dumplings were steaming hot, the jade-green siu mai were glistening with oil, and there was also a dish of rock sugar stewed bird's nest, which was specially prepared to nourish Qin Shi's body.

Yun Shuyao secretly glanced at her mother and saw that she was quietly drinking her porridge with a faint smile on her lips. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother, try this."

She placed a piece of hibiscus cake in Qin's bowl.

"This is from a long-established brand in the south of the city; it used to be your favorite."

Madam Qin nodded with a smile.

"it is good."

The sunlight outside the window was just right, casting dappled patterns of light onto the tablecloth through the carved window frames.

Looking at the smoothing wrinkles at the corners of her mother's eyes, Yun Shuyao finally realized that all the past grievances had truly vanished with that letter of divorce.

From now on, we should live life to the fullest.

The next day.

The morning dew condensed into tiny water droplets on the bluestone slabs, and Yun Chongshan's boots were already soaked with the cool air.

He stood guard outside the manor gate for two whole days and two nights.

His throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire, and his vision was blurring, but he kept staring intently at the vermilion door, afraid of missing any movement.

"Squeak—"

The soft sound of the door hinges turning was like a thunderclap in my ears.

Yun Chongshan suddenly straightened up, and his stiff knees made a "crack" sound.

He saw Yun Shuyao standing inside the door, her bright red dress swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

"Yao'er!"

He staggered forward, his eyes blazing with ecstasy.

"Is it your mother... who has changed her mind?"

Father knew you were the most sensible; you must have spoken well of me!

He lifted his foot to try and rush in, but was firmly stopped by a figure.

Xiao Fang appeared behind Yun Shuyao at some point, arms crossed, his eyes as cold as the autumn wind.

Yun Chongshan's face instantly darkened.

"Xiao Fang! What exactly are you trying to do?"

"I had an argument with your mother-in-law, and not only did you not try to reconcile us, but you also repeatedly tried to stop me?"

"Duke Zhenguo"

Yun Shuyao's voice came from the side, calm and without a ripple.

"I have something to tell you."

She turned and walked toward the carriage that was parked not far away.

Yun Chongshan followed without thinking, his heart burning with rage.

If Yao'er is willing to help, Madam Qin will definitely soften her heart.

He even planned to give the girl a nicer look later; as long as he could persuade Qin Shi to go back, it would be worth it.

The wind beside the carriage grew even colder.

Yun Shuyao turned around, her gaze falling on his lips, which were purple from the cold, and slowly spoke.

"I asked Doctor Mu to examine my mother."

Yun Chongshan's heart tightened for no apparent reason.

"My mother has been depressed and overworked for years, and her health has deteriorated due to overwork."

Her voice was soft, but every word struck Yun Chongshan's heart.

"Dr. Mu said that my mother only has three to five years left to live."

"No...impossible!"

Yun Chongshan felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. He took a step back and bumped into the carriage shaft with a dull thud.