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Chapter 594

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"Dad, if I wanted to get a divorce, I would have done it a long time ago." Nian Qingyun's heart sank when he heard his father say that.

If they divorced, Murong Cheng would have nothing to do with him anymore.

"How dare you say that? Then why didn't you think about the consequences when you did those shameful things? Since you already had your own wife in mind, why did you go through all that trouble?" Grandpa Nian pointed at his nose and scolded, "Murong Cheng has the knowledge, the appearance, and the family background. No matter how good the flowers at home are, you still have to eat sh * t outside."

Nian Qingyun smiled bitterly. He regretted what he had done. If only he could start over.

"Brother, get over it," Nian Qingshan said. "I can tell that Murong Cheng isn't joking. You've been separated for such a long time. The judge will definitely give you a divorce. Divorce is not the most important thing. I'm afraid that your past will be exposed. That would be embarrassing."

"It's all your fault. Who told you to date someone like Miao Zheng? Otherwise, Mom wouldn't have been assassinated, Dad wouldn't have proposed for Junting to marry Shuangwei, and the Murong family wouldn't have asked me to get a divorce," Nian Qingyun yelled at Nian Qingshan angrily.

Nian Qingshan chuckled and said, "So I made your cucumber react to Jiang Qifei back then. You'll get a divorce sooner or later. Don't blame me for that."

"Alright, stop arguing." Grandpa Nian glared at them and said, "Let's get back to business. If the Murong family strongly opposes Junting marrying Shuangwei, there's nothing we can do. But I won't agree to marry Xu Luosang. Her background is too complicated."

"I think so too. Mom, what happened almost scared me to death," Aunt Nian said with lingering fear. "We have to think of a way to break them up, but Junting won't listen to us at all."

"Sigh, let's talk about it later. The most important thing now is to face the Leng family. Without an explanation, the Leng family won't let this go." Grandpa Nian sighed.

Nian Qingyun looked listless. All he could think of was how to save this marriage.

Outside the Nian Family's house, two cars were parked side by side. Nian Junting opened the window, smiled, and said, "Mom, are you here for a divorce today? I didn't hear you talk about it. I'm not prepared at all."

"You were able to cooperate so well even when you weren't mentally prepared. What would happen if you were mentally prepared?" Murong Cheng glanced at him in a good mood.

At the thought of getting a divorce, she was in a good mood.

He could finally find his second spring.

"But I'm really here for your marriage today. Your grandfather was the one who suggested the divorce."

"I didn't want to talk about the divorce at first, but the more I talked about it, the angrier I got." Murong Ze scoffed coldly. "She doesn't respect the Murong family at all. What's the point of dragging it out?"

Yu Wen hurriedly leaned over and said in a flattering tone, "Junting, your grandpa and I were standing by your side today. We helped you talk to Xu Luosang. What do you think of our performance?"

"It's alright," Nian Junting looked at his grandmother's cautious look and was quite satisfied. It seemed that his recent neglect had worked well.

Yu Wen smiled and said, "When will you come to Feng Garden then? You didn't even come this year."

"I want to come, but I'm afraid that if I bring Luo with me, you'll have a problem with it. You don't like her," said Nian Junting slowly.

Nian Junting said slowly, "You're all so old. I can't make you uncomfortable. But if you really can't accept her, I've thought about it. I'll marry Leng Shuangwei if all my hopes are gone."

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