In this life, with her help, Bu Zhanfeng and Xia Furong finally got married. Without her as an intervening person, how could this pair of mandarin ducks break up?
Just like Xia Furong said, even if she died, she would die holding Bu Zhanfeng together.
As for her, she doesn't want these two people to die. She wants to watch these two people grow old together, be tied together for life, and then live a "happy" life!
"No, no, how could I change my mind?" Xia Furong shook her head repeatedly, indicating that she had not changed her mind.
"He wants to divorce me now, can you..."
Xia Furong knew that the sooner this matter was resolved, the better. If Bu Zhanfeng found the opportunity to directly marry a woman and take Mrs. Bu's position, then she would not even have a place to cry.
"What's the rush?" Xia Chiwan glanced at Xia Furong lightly.
"If he really does what you think, I will certainly find a way to make him so embarrassed that he will never even dare to mention divorce to you again."
"I will order someone to arrange a temporary residence for you. When the time comes, I will naturally fulfill what I have said."
Xia Chiwan nodded, asked someone to take Xia Furong down, and then asked Xia Furong to clean up.
Doesn’t Bu Zhanfeng particularly like to make trouble?
Since Bu Zhanfeng likes to make trouble so much, she will follow Bu Zhanfeng's wishes and make a big fuss!
Xia Chiwan calculated the time and found that Bu Luo's 40th birthday would be in a few days.
Xia Chiwan called Baoqin, then said a few words to Baoqin, Baoqin nodded, and then ordered people to find Bu Luo.
After Bu Luoshi received what Xia Chiwan gave her, she was very happy. After hearing the instructions from the visitor, Bu Luoshi nodded and said that she would definitely cooperate with Princess Changping.
"Feng'er, it's not easy for you to become an official, and my mother has also become a dowager. Shouldn't my mother have a good time on her fortieth birthday?"
Bu Luoshi said this directly to Bu Zhanfeng in front of Bu Zhanfeng and Bu Jianming.
When Bu Jianming heard about his fortieth birthday, he felt a little uncomfortable.
When it was his fortieth birthday, Bu Zhanfeng had not yet become a talented person. Of course, the family was frugal and had to raise more money for Bu Zhanfeng to go to Beijing to take the exam, so how could he spend time on his birthday?
If Bu Jianming remembers correctly, his 40th birthday was just a bowl of hand-made clear soup noodles from Bu Luo.
"Having said that, but..." Bu Zhanfeng frowned and then looked at Bu Jianming.
Obviously, as a son, Bu Zhanfeng understands very well what Bu Jianming, the father, is thinking at this time.
I missed my father's 40th birthday, but it doesn't matter. His father will have his 50th and 60th birthdays in the future.
When the time comes, he will definitely do a great job for his father and make up for everything in the past.
Seeing the guilt in his son's eyes, Bu Jianming nodded with satisfaction, and the slightest concern in his eyes immediately dissipated.
Bu Luoshi saw all the eye conversations between Bu Jianming and Bu Zhanfeng.
Just like this, the deep coldness in Bu Luoshi's eyes deepened by three points.
Yes, Bu Jianming's 40th birthday was indeed not well organized. She only made him a bowl of noodles.
But what was the situation at that time, how could we have the ability and financial resources to handle it.