Seeing the man didn’t deny it, Lu Kejun knew it was true. She asked curiously and puzzled, “Has she lost her mind? The twins have just reached their hundredth day, still crying for milk, and she’s already thinking about divorce? Even if she doesn’t consider Grandpa’s feelings, how could she heartlessly abandon her own flesh and blood?”
Everyone knew Mu Wanqing had no parents, and the grandfather she depended on had passed away years ago.
Alone and helpless, she couldn’t possibly take both children if divorced, with no means to support them.
“Also, Godmother went to Yujing Bay this morning and she wasn’t home. The twins were crying hungrily, and she didn’t return until lunchtime. I’ve always said this woman isn’t as innocent as she appears. Grandpa was solely focused on repaying kindness and misjudged her.”
Wen Zhan grew impatient with her constant complaints and interjected sharply, “There’s formula at home, and frozen breast milk in the fridge. The children won’t starve. As an adult, she should have the freedom to go out occasionally.”
Lu Kejun was taken aback, hesitating before stammering, “Third Brother… you, how could you…”
She wanted to ask why he was defending her now.
But the words felt inappropriate on her tongue—after all, Mu Wanqing was his legitimate wife and the mother of his children, so it was natural for him to stand up for her.
Remembering Mu Wanqing’s sharp retort at the hospital earlier, Lu Kejun suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
“Ah Zhan… I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…” she whispered in remorseful apology.
Wen Zhan understood her abrupt apology perfectly, his heart tightening slightly as he replied evenly, “You’ve done nothing wrong by me. Don’t overthink it. I’m busy here, I’ll hang up if there’s nothing else.”
“Okay, goodbye…”
The man ended the call decisively without hesitation, immediately dialing the landline at the villa to instruct steward Uncle Hong to handle the gossiping servants.
On the other end, Lu Kejun stared at her phone with inexplicable disappointment after being hung up on.
Previously, she had always been the one to end their calls first, but today, Wen Zhan had hung up before her.
And his unconscious defense of Mu Wanqing just now was also strange…
Could it be that once a woman bears children, even if her husband doesn’t love her, his attitude toward her improves?
If that were the case…
Then she really should follow Old Master Wen’s advice and quickly have a child for Xinchen.
When Mu Wanqing returned home to nurse the children, she heard commotion downstairs.
She called for Aunt Zhou to inquire and learned that steward Uncle Hong was dismissing two maids.
“Why are they being let go? Weren’t they doing well?” Having been out all morning, Mu Wanqing didn’t know what had happened at home.
Aunt Zhou didn’t dare say much, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire, and only hinted vaguely, “Those two gossip too much and offended the Old Madam.”
Mu Wanqing had heard upon returning that her mother-in-law Jiang Lijuan had visited to see the children that morning. She had been grateful she wasn’t home, otherwise their meeting would have been tense and uncomfortable.
She never expected her mother-in-law’s visit would cause such repercussions.
As merely the nominal lady of the house with no say in domestic affairs, she asked but didn’t comment further, allowing the two maids to be dismissed.
In the afternoon, after her nap, she found a laptop to go online and browse job listings.
She truly wanted a divorce.
However, since Grandpa Wen is currently unwell, this matter had to be temporarily set aside. But she needed to start planning for her post-divorce life in advance, so she began looking into job opportunities.
Later, when the children woke up, she hurriedly got up to tend to them, carelessly setting aside her laptop and forgetting to turn it off.
By evening, Wen Zhan returned from work.
It was his habit to head upstairs first for a shower, change into comfortable loungewear, and then spend quality time with the children.
As he casually set aside his wristwatch, his hand brushed against the laptop’s mouse. The previously dark screen lit up, and though he had already turned to leave, he suddenly paused and looked back, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the screen.
The search engine was filled with job listings—administrative, marketing, finance, legal, secretarial positions, and more.
Wen Zhan stared for a few seconds, his thin lips curling into a cold smile.
So she was serious about the divorce—she had already started job hunting.
But he couldn’t fathom it.
Living in this multi-million-dollar mansion, chauffeured in luxury cars, attended by seven or eight servants inside and out, enjoying a prestigious status with no worries about food or clothing, and now blessed with both a son and a daughter—what more could she possibly be dissatisfied with?
And yet she still wanted a divorce?
Lu Kejun was right—she really must have lost her mind!
Downstairs, Mu Wanqing’s heart had been in turmoil from the moment Wen Zhan returned.
She wasn’t sure if Lu Kejun had tattled to him about their confrontation at the hospital that morning.
And then her mother-in-law had visited while she was out—had she complained to him about that, too?
If they were a normal couple, these matters could have been discussed openly and directly.
But the problem was, their relationship was anything but normal…
During dinner, Wen Zhan was even more aloof and indifferent than usual, and she remained silent as well.
The only sounds at the table were the faint clinks of cutlery.
Mu Wanqing had to admire her own resilience—even in such an atmosphere, her appetite remained unaffected. She ate until her stomach was full and she was on the verge of burping before finally setting down her bowl and chopsticks.
Wen Zhan had left the table before her. She glanced at his retreating back, already certain of what was coming.
It seemed he had most likely found out about everything that had happened during the day.
His expression clearly showed he was in a bad mood, but given the setting, he refrained from bringing it up.
Mu Wanqing also had no intention of discussing such matters in the dining room, lest the servants overhear and gossip, leading to someone being fired.
In this regard, the two of them were perfectly in sync.
By ten o’clock that night, after putting the children to sleep, Mu Wanqing was ready to turn in herself.
Her phone chimed—a WeChat message from Ye Huan, asking for her opinion on the rental apartments she had viewed earlier that day.
Mu Wanqing wasn’t very familiar with Chongcheng herself. Although she had lived there for over two years, between her pregnancy and the three months postpartum, she hadn’t been out much.
As they chatted, reminiscing about old times, Mu Wanqing couldn’t help but giggle quietly, urging her friend to move to the city soon so she would have someone to talk to.
Just as Wen Zhan pushed the door open and entered, he happened to see her laughing joyfully, her entire body shaking with mirth. He couldn’t help but stare in astonishment.
In two years of marriage, he had never seen her so happy—so who was she chatting with so late at night, and what had her so delighted?
Had she met a man she liked?
Was she so desperate for a divorce to pursue true love?
When Mu Wanqing noticed him and their eyes met, her smile vanished instantly.
[I’m going to sleep now, or I’ll have to breastfeed again soon. You should get some rest too.]
As soon as she stopped laughing, she quickly said goodbye to her friend.
Ye Huan replied with a mischievous emoji.
“Is your husband rushing you? Hehehe, I won’t disturb your fun then. Let’s chat tomorrow.”
Mu Wanqing stared at her phone, inexplicably blushing. After lying down silently, she turned onto her side.
This scene, observed by Wen Zhan, further convinced him of her “affair” and “guilty conscience.”
He finally understood why she’d suddenly insisted on divorce despite their comfortable life.
Though they shared no affection, they were still husband and wife. The thought that she had fallen for someone else—enough to abandon even their two children—filled Wen Zhan with extreme displeasure, stirring a simmering anger within him.
As Mu Wanqing set aside her phone and prepared to sleep, she heard the mattress shift behind her. Steeling herself, she asked nervously, “Aren’t… aren’t you going to another room?”