“……Mom, have you made up your mind?”
Li Qing’s voice was filled with uncontrollable joy, yet also tinged with worry.
Chen Ruohua nodded firmly.
“I’ve made up my mind.”
“Good, I support you!”
As soon as Li Qing finished speaking, she thought of something the next second, her expression darkening.
“But Li Jianhui won’t agree to a divorce.”
A divorce would bring Li Jianhui no benefits at all—how could he possibly agree to it willingly?
Yuan Miao spoke without hesitation: “Then file a lawsuit!”
Given Li Jianhui’s actions, once Chen Ruohua filed a lawsuit in court, he couldn’t possibly win.
Moreover—
Yuan Miao patted his chest confidently: “Aunt Chen, don’t worry. I’ll find you the best lawyer. This divorce is guaranteed!”
Li Qing choked back her words.
Where would Yuan Miao get lawyer connections? It could only be from that relative of his… Yuan Tingshen.
She frowned.
Never mind. Her mother’s successful divorce was what mattered most.
She would just consider it as owing Yuan Tingshen a favor.
“Miaomiao, you…”
Chen Ruohua, unfamiliar with Yuan Miao’s situation, wanted to ask for clarification, but saw Yuan Miao excitedly stand up and head toward his room.
“I’ll take care of it right away!”
“……”
Chen Ruohua helplessly swallowed the rest of her words.
She hugged Li Qing and whispered softly, “Don’t worry, Qingqing. Mom will never let your father affect your future life.”
Li Qing sensed a different emotion in her mother’s words.
Her eyes slightly reddened as she fell silent.
……
After returning to his room, Yuan Miao immediately took out his phone and called his father.
“What is it?”
“Dad, do you have any super amazing divorce lawyers on hand?”
“Divorce lawyer?”
Yuan Tingshen’s tone noticeably paused.
He really couldn’t think of any reason why Yuan Miao would need a divorce lawyer, but in the end, he didn’t press further.
The Yuan family’s upbringing had always been like this.
Connections and resources could be requested, but the final outcome would be judged by the elders.
Yuan Tingshen rubbed his temple. “Go find Zhou Zhe.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
Yuan Miao happily agreed.
Yuan Tingshen really wanted to ask if Yuan Miao and Li Qing were living together now and what their relationship was.
But the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.
Never mind. Discussing his crush with his future child didn’t seem quite normal.
“Mhm, get some rest early.”
“Mhm, mhm!”
Yuan Miao acted quickly, or rather, Zhou Zhe worked efficiently. The next day, he had already contacted a lawyer.
“Young boss, the lawyer is coming from Jinghua and will arrive in Wucheng this afternoon.”
“Thanks, Uncle Zhou!”
As soon as Yuan Miao heard the lawyer was from Jinghua, he immediately thought of the legal team maintained by the group.
His dad was really reliable!
After washing up and changing clothes, Yuan Miao walked out of his room.
Zhao Wenyi and the others had arrived early in the morning with various ingredients.
Chen Ruohua was overjoyed and soon busied herself in the kitchen. Li Qing couldn’t stop her, so she and Zhao Wenyi helped as assistants.
Zeng Huai and Luo Zhengyu were watching TV in the living room.
When Yuan Miao came out, Luo Zhengyu, feeling bored, called him over.
“Miaomiao, want to play a game?”
“Sure, sure!”
Yuan Miao sat cross-legged on the carpet, eagerly watching as Luo Zhengyu spread out the Ludo board he had brought.
The game began.
Yuan Miao rolled a six right at the start, happily moving his piece forward.
“Uncle Zeng, it’s your turn.”
As soon as the words were spoken, Yuan Miao noticed that Zeng Huai was lost in thought.
He paused for a moment before asking, “…Uncle Zeng, are you in a bad mood?”
“He always has that sour face. How can you tell he’s in a bad mood?”
Luo Zhengyu glanced curiously at Zeng Huai, frowning slightly when he realized he seemed genuinely preoccupied.
“Ah Huai, what’s going on?”
“…It’s nothing.”
Zeng Huai snapped back to attention.
Shaking his head, he picked up the dice and tossed them without mentioning the reason for his distraction.
Luo Zhengyu clicked his tongue.
“Still keeping secrets from your brothers? Is it your grandfather’s condition worsening?”
Though Luo Zhengyu appeared carefree and unreliable, he was sharp-minded. The only person Zeng Huai would worry about this much was his elderly grandfather.
Uncle Zeng’s grandfather?
Yuan Miao perked up his ears curiously, listening intently.
Zeng Huai sighed softly. “Yes, his dementia has gotten worse. He keeps wanting to run outside.”
If it were just that, it wouldn’t be so bad. He could add another security door at the entrance to prevent his grandfather from sneaking out.
“But…”
“He doesn’t recognize me anymore.”
A heavy emotion clouded Zeng Huai’s eyes, his fingers tightening slightly around the chess piece he held.
A moment later, he relaxed his grip, and the piece landed on the number he had rolled.
“He’s started talking about where he wants to be buried after he dies. He won’t let me handle it and insists on going out himself to collect bottles to save up for a burial plot…”
Luo Zhengyu fell silent.
Topics about the elderly were always heavy, especially since Zeng’s grandfather was nearly eighty. It wasn’t unreasonable for him to consider such matters.
Luo Zhengyu asked softly, “It seems your grandfather has already chosen a cemetery?”
“Yes.”
Zeng Huai nodded helplessly. This was precisely what was troubling him.
“He wants to be buried next to my grandmother, but the cemetery where she rests… isn’t easy to buy.”
When he said “not easy to buy,” it wasn’t about the money.
That cemetery had excellent feng shui, surrounded by picturesque mountains and clear waters, making it highly sought after. Nowadays, without connections, it was nearly impossible to secure a plot there.
Luo Zhengyu knew a bit about Zeng Huai’s family situation.
His grandmother was the daughter of a scholarly family. Because she had eloped to marry, her family had never treated them kindly.
Even his grandmother’s funeral had been arranged by her side of the family.
After a moment of thought, Luo Zhengyu said, “When we get back, I’ll ask Uncle Jiu if he can pull some strings…”
“Connections?”
Having listened for a while, Yuan Miao finally caught the keyword.
He asked curiously, “Uncle, where is the cemetery your grandfather wants to buy?”
“Lingxiu Mountain.”
“…Wait a moment, let me ask for you!”
As soon as he said this, Yuan Miao stood up and ran toward his room, leaving Zeng Huai’s outstretched hand to hang in mid-air.
Zeng Huai turned to exchange a glance with Luo Zhengyu.
Luo Zhengyu snorted softly. “…Now I’m really curious about who that relative of his is.”
After returning to his room, Yuan Miao called Yuan Tingshen.
“Dad, do you know about Lingxiu Mountain Cemetery?”
“…I do.”
Yuan Tingshen hummed in acknowledgment.
His grandmother was buried there.
“Perfect.”
Yuan Miao’s voice brightened with excitement.
He had been worried that his father might not be as resourceful now as he would be in the future, but it seemed he had underestimated his dad.
“Dad, can you help me secure a purchase slot at that cemetery?”
“…?”
Yuan Tingshen fell silent.
His hand, holding a fountain pen, froze an inch above the paper before he set the pen down and rubbed his brow instead.
What on earth was Yuan Miao doing?
Yesterday, she was looking for a divorce lawyer, and today she wanted to buy a burial plot.
Was she planning to be buried right after the divorce?
But the words died on his lips. Yuan Tingshen didn’t press for details and calmly said three words: “Find Zhou Zhe.”
“…No wonder Uncle Zhou became so capable later on—you really forced it out of him, Dad. You truly are a capitalist.”
While complaining, Yuan Miao quickly contacted Zhou Zhe.
When Zhou Zhe saw Yuan Miao’s new request, the thought that came to his mind was exactly the same as Yuan Tingshen’s.
In such a hurry to be buried?