The housekeeper stood at the door of the study. After knocking on the door several times and getting no response, he knocked on the door again and asked: “Master, the eldest mistress is back. The eldest mistress wants to talk to the master. Is the master willing to see the eldest mistress?” ?”
The housekeeper knew what happened last night.
The eldest young mistress did not deliberately hide it this time. She had a huge quarrel with the eldest young master at home, and they knew it.
I know that the eldest young master is fooling around with his former young master.
I also knew that the eldest young mistress was going to catch an adulterer. Who would have thought that the eldest young master would actually help the former young master instead of the eldest young mistress.
The eldest mistress also accused the eldest master of almost killing her.
Then, the eldest mistress said that she was extremely heartbroken and determined to get a divorce.
After being silent for a moment, the head of the Feng family responded to the housekeeper: “Let her come in.”
With the permission of the head of the Feng family, Mrs. Feng quickly opened the study door and came in.
After being extremely disappointed with Zheng Yifan, Madam Feng decided to divorce her. Her mood changed, and her clothes became simpler and no longer as gorgeous as usual.
No matter how beautifully you dress up, your husband will still cheat on you.
Why should she bother to please him again?
Just live the life you want.
Young Mistress Feng walked behind her mother-in-law and did not immediately call for help. Instead, she quietly watched her mother-in-law practicing calligraphy.
After looking at it for a while, she said: “Mom, your handwriting is very messy now. Mom is in a bad mood, so don’t force yourself to practice calligraphy.”
“Everyone has bad days.”
After the head of the Feng family finished writing the last word, he put down his pen. After admiring his handwriting, he admitted that he was in a bad mood and his handwriting was not good-looking and could not be compared with usual.
She grabbed the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it in the trash.
He turned around and walked to the sofa in the study and sat down.
Young Mistress Feng followed her over and sat down minding her own business.
“What do you want to tell mom?”
Master Feng asked gently.
“Just talking about the matter between Yifan and me, Mom, I have thought it over clearly. I still decided to divorce Yifan. I don’t want to endure it anymore, and I can’t persist. Now that I see him, I think of his help. If Feng wants to strangle me to death.”
“He has long lost feelings for me.”