Seeing that Old Chen was so resolute, not caring about the feelings of his female high school classmate at all, determined to clear up the misunderstanding with his wife, Chen Hansheng thought in his heart that Old Chen was having an affair.
"Alright, then it's settled. Tonight, you can make a public call to Aunt Mo and explain everything clearly. I'll go home first and help you sound her out."
Chen Hansheng patted his butt and prepared to leave. Today, Empress Dowager Liang was not feeling well all over, thus, she asked for leave to rest at home.
Chen Zhaojun nodded his head, "Then let's contact each other via text message. Actually, I wanted to ask for leave to take care of your mother, but in the end, she kicked me out of the house."
After saying that, Old Chen was a bit embarrassed, but he still reminded, "Your mother might not have eaten lunch at home. You can go to the noodle shop in the stadium to buy some, she likes the fried noodles there the most."
"Got it!"
Chen Hansheng turned around and looked at his father. In fact, Old Chen was almost 50 years old. Although there were no white hairs on his temples, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.
"You're already so old, why are you still quarreling, you really have nothing better to do."
Chen Hansheng walked down the stairs. Not knowing what he thought of, he suddenly raised his head and said, "In 2 years, I'll let you two take care of my granddaughter. Let's see if you two still have time to quarrel!"
"Stinking brat …"
Old Chen smiled. Seeing Chen Hansheng driving the Xiali out of the unit's parking lot, Old Chen felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.
… …
There were many shops that sold fried noodles in the downtown area of Harbor City, but the most delicious one was still the one in the stadium. Chen Hansheng bought a serving of hot fried noodles back home. He did not dare to knock on the door, fearing that he would disturb Liang Meijuan who was resting.
Chen Hansheng quietly opened the anti-theft door, and when he was changing his shoes, Liang Meijuan suddenly stretched out half of her body from the kitchen and looked at Chen Hansheng blankly.
The mother and son looked at each other for about 10 seconds, then Empress Dowager Liang immediately closed the kitchen door, covered her head, and walked into the bedroom with a haggard face.
Chen Hansheng was a smart person. He saw that the oil stains on Liang Meijuan's mouth had not been wiped clean, so he put down the fried noodles and rushed into the kitchen.
Liang Meijuan couldn't stop him even if she wanted to.
Not long after, Chen Hansheng came out of the kitchen with a small pot. He knocked on the lid of the pot and said, "Pork Ribs and Vegetable Noodles. I thought you would be so sad that you would cry, but you are cooking pork ribs noodles in the kitchen!"
"Mom, how can you do this to me?"
Chen Hansheng said with grief and indignation.
"What are you yelling about?"
Liang Meijuan was also shocked. She thought that her husband had returned early. Fortunately, Chen Hansheng saw it and said nothing. "I only have the strength to divorce when I'm full."
"Divorce my ass."
Chen Hansheng slumped on the sofa. "I've never seen anyone secretly cook pork ribs noodles at home before their divorce. If you miss your son, just tell me. Why do you have to trick me into going home like this?"
Liang Meijuan didn't agree. "I didn't trick you. Your dad … Chen Zhaojun is so disgusting. Not only did he have dinner with that woman, but he also lied to me that he had a social engagement. I don't want to live with a liar. Hurry up and think about it. After the divorce, will you follow your dad or me?"
"Besides, if you follow me, you have to change your surname."
Liang Meijuan snorted. "Change it to Liang Hansheng."
"Forget it. I'll ask the orphanage whether they will accept a baby like me who is five years old and more than 100 months old."
Chen Hansheng stood up and opened the bag of fried noodles. "Come and eat, Empress Dowager."
Liang Meijuan smelled the aroma, but she was a little embarrassed. She said seriously, "I quarreled with Chen Zhaojun last night."
Chen Hansheng nodded indifferently. "I know."
"I cried for a long time last night. Your dad didn't comfort me."
"Didn't you drive him out of the bedroom? How could he comfort you?"
"I'm really not feeling well."
"I'll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"He shouldn't have lied to me."
"Emm … Although it's a white lie, he should be taught a lesson. When Old Chen comes back tonight, I'll make a report on behalf of the family committee. I'll make him reflect on himself deeply."
… …
In the afternoon, Chen Hansheng accompanied Empress Dowager Liang at home and chatted with her. In fact, he mainly wanted to enlighten Liang Meijuan and help her massage her back.
In fact, for Liang Meijuan, 'divorce' was just a temporary harsh word. After all, her son was already 20 years old, and the relationship between the husband and wife was usually very good.
Liang Meijuan only wanted to express her anger, sadness, and most likely, jealousy.
"Does your body still hurt?"
Chen Hansheng asked.
Liang Meijuan nodded her head, "My waist hurts for a while, my calves hurt for a while, my ribs hurt for a while, and my whole body feels uncomfortable."
Chen Hansheng sighed. In fact, it was because there was no pain anywhere. That was why she felt pain everywhere. In the medical field, there was a professional term called 'neuralgia', and it was mainly related to one's mood.
"Alright, if you say that it hurts, I'll just massage it."
Chen Hansheng felt quite helpless. However, this was his own mother, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Unexpectedly, Liang Meijuan was quite disdainful, "Don't just massage it, tell me something about your school. How old is Little Shen's grandma? Is Little Yu 'er going to be a lawyer in the future after learning law? How are Luo Xuan's parents …"
Chen Hansheng also had to pick some interesting things to talk about to make the middle-aged and elderly 'divorced' woman happy. As they chatted, his phone suddenly received a message.
Chen Zhaojun: How's your mother's mood? Can she eat?
Chen Hansheng glanced at Liang Meijuan's relaxed face and replied a message to Old Chen.
Chen Hansheng: There's no spy, send some H pictures.
Chen Zhaojun:?
Chen Hansheng: Sorry, I'm used to sending them. This sentence means that the situation is very safe, and my mother is fine.
Chen Zhaojun: That's good, I bought your mother's favorite fried dough twists after work, you have to keep it a secret.
Chen Hansheng: Other than fried dough twists, buy a bouquet of fresh flowers, how can you apologize with fried dough twists?
… ….
In the evening, Chen Zhaojun opened the security door with an uneasy mood and saw a familiar scene.
His son was lying on the sofa watching TV, and he was impatiently changing the channel constantly; his wife was cooking in the kitchen, and the sound of the kitchen hood could be heard in the living room.
"How is it?" Old Chen hurriedly asked.
Chen Hansheng waved his hand confidently, "Xiao Chen is more than capable, what are you worried about?"
Liang Meijuan heard the voices in the living room, opened the kitchen door to take a look, and when she saw that it was Chen Zhaojun, she slammed the door shut.
Old Chen had a worried face, "Didn't you say that everything is settled?"
"I haven't even made the call yet, you need to organize your words."
After finished speaking, Chen Hansheng went to the kitchen and dragged Liang Meijuan out of the kitchen. Liang Meijuan was still shouting, "The vegetables are not ready yet, wait for me to turn off the gas."
When she and Chen Hansheng looked at each other, Liang Meijuan's face immediately turned cold again, and she sat on the sofa without saying a word. She even hit Chen Hansheng twice, telling him to sit down and watch the TV.
Chen Zhaojun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and under his son's encouraging gaze, he took out Little Smart and dialed Liang Meijuan's number.
"Hello, Mo Ke, it's me, Chen Zhaojun."
"Oh, Zhaojun, what's the matter?"
Mo Ke's calm voice could be heard from the hands-free phone, and Liang Meijuan's face suddenly became tense. Although she wasn't looking at Little Smart, her attention was very focused.
"Cough, the situation is like this."
Chen Zhaojun looked at Liang Meijuan, "Yesterday we sat at the coffee shop, and later my wife found out about this, and we got into a fight when we got home. Now, I want you to help me prove that we were just gossiping."
When Chen Hansheng heard this, he was a bit surprised. Old Chen was in the government, and it would be an exaggeration to say that he had a seven orifices heart, but he probably had a three or four orifices heart. He usually paid attention to the way he spoke.
Today's direct communication, he would rather offend Mo Ke to clear up the misunderstanding in the family.
However, Mo Ke's reaction was only a slight smile, and after a while, she asked, "Is Meijuan next to you?"
"Yes."
Chen Zhaojun gave the phone to Liang Meijuan.
Liang Meijuan was caught off guard, and she fiercely glared at her husband.
"Hello, it's me, it's Liang Meijuan."
Liang Meijuan also started to get nervous.
"Meijuan, don't worry, Zhaojun and I are just high school classmates."
When Mo Ke was speaking, Chen Zhaojun quietly smoked. His face was calm and relaxed, but there was also a trace of emotion.
"I guess he still misses it a little."
Chen Hansheng secretly thought. It was just that both of them had families now, and they had been together for so many years, so they could control themselves.
"Meijuan, in fact, what we talked about yesterday was mostly about Hansheng. To be honest, my wife and I don't want to have children, but I think Hansheng likes it very much. Yesterday, I even joked with Old Chen that I wanted to take Hansheng as my godson."
"Why didn't you say this?"
Chen Hansheng glared at his father, expressing his emotions silently.
Chen Zhaojun looked at Liang Meijuan, and slightly shook his head.
As expected, Liang Meijuan directly refused on the phone, "Hansheng is too naughty, and he doesn't follow the rules. I often lose sleep at night because I worry about him. I really don't want to cause trouble for you …"
After the phone call, in fact, the misunderstanding was basically cleared up. Chen Hansheng put on airs again, and seriously criticized Old Chen.
"In the future, if you have anything to say, you must tell the truth. With my mother's magnanimity, she won't stop you from meeting your female classmates."
Chen Hansheng flattered Old Chen, and said to Liang Meijuan with a flattering smile, "As for Aunt Mo wanting to take Hansheng as her godson, I think …"
"No!"
Liang Meijuan directly interrupted.
For a middle-aged woman at her age, if she and her husband no longer loved each other, they could negotiate a divorce. However, if anyone dared to steal her son, Liang Meijuan would probably kill them.
"Why do you care so much? You don't lack money now."
Chen Zhaojun asked in a low voice when Liang Meijuan went into the kitchen to cook.
Chen Hansheng rubbed his nose, "If I have two mothers, I can have two daughters-in-law …"
… ….
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