Leng's mother shook her head slightly and waved her hand, "No need, I have something to tell you."
After saying this, she walked towards the living room.
Qingting rubbed her brows. She felt very sleepy. She was tired all day long and her whole body ached, as if she had been run over by a car. She just wanted to go to bed.
She hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, and followed.
The living room was decorated by Qingting himself. He took great care and every decoration was just right.
It is the exquisite yet simple style that she always likes.
Several pots of green potted plants decorate it, full of vitality.
Qingting sat down on the sofa opposite Leng Mu and got straight to the point.
"Say it."
Leng's mother had just slept for a while and was full of energy, but she couldn't do it and yawned several times.
Leng's mother looked at her with complicated eyes, which seemed to be anger, pity, anger, and worry.
Many emotions come together and are so complex that they cannot be described in words.
"Be smart. For the sake of Qi Rui and the safety of the children, you should leave quietly, as far away as possible."
Her attitude was very gentle, patiently persuading, and even pleading. For the sake of her son's safety, she risked her face.
Qingting's mood was sour and unspeakable. They were once as close as mother and daughter, and they once had a beautiful and harmonious time, but why did it become like this?
Leng's mother took out a document and handed it over, "I also brought the divorce agreement. Take a look at the conditions above. Our Leng family will not treat you badly."
Qingting felt a chill in her heart. Is she too naive? Or is the world too fickle?
"Mommy, it's too late. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later. Go to bed early. You've also been on a plane for a day, so you must be very tired. Let's talk after you've rested."
No matter what the reason was, she didn't want to break up with Leng Mu and gave her enough face.
Mother Leng stroked her chest and sighed quietly.
"Ye Qingting, it's not that I want to force you, it's just that I'm scared. Let me beg you. I'm old and can no longer bear the separation of life and death. Please let our Leng family live. You are young and beautiful, and you have the right to have
If you have the potential, you will be able to marry better in the future..."
She begged in a low voice, just for the safety of her children and grandchildren, and did not want to experience the pain of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person.
She kept begging and saying all kinds of good things, looking at Qingting eagerly, hoping that Qingting would spit out her words.
Qingting had a splitting headache. Everything else was easy to discuss, but not this matter.
Feudal superstition kills people.
"Mommy, you have seen how Qirui and I got here. We have gone through countless twists and turns to get where we are today. Do I think I will give up easily? Am I that kind of person? Mommy, you have also been there
Since you have treated me sincerely, just treat it like I am begging you, don’t mention this matter again, and we can live a good life as a family."
Leng's mother's expression relaxed slightly, Qingting was overjoyed, she became more energetic and worked harder, but Leng's mother didn't know what she thought of, and her expression was gloomy.
"No, I'm not doing it for myself, but for Qi Rui and Qingting. I know you are a good boy, so just treat me as a pity..."
Qingting was very confused, why couldn't she explain it?
A clear voice sounded at the door, "Honey, I've put the bath water for you. It's so late to wash up and go to bed."
Qi Rui stood at the door, with his right hand in his trouser pocket, leaning against the door leisurely, his hair on his forehead was slightly messy, and he exuded a lazy aura, which was very charming.
Qingting breathed a sigh of relief and ran over.
"Here we go."
Qi Rui stretched out his long hand and hugged her into his arms. Without even looking at Leng's mother, he turned around and prepared to leave.