Qi Fenglian didn’t expect she would get divorced just like that. As she walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, her steps were somewhat unsteady and floating.
More than ten years of marriage and affection ultimately resulted in a divorce paper. Who was at fault?
The past moments flashed before her eyes like a movie—former love, mutual support, as if they were just yesterday. In the end, it all turned into glaring anger.
Whose fault was it? She didn’t know.
All she knew was that after walking out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, from then on, she could only rely on herself, and her two children could only rely on her too.
So, she couldn’t fall. For the sake of her two children, no matter how bitter or tired, she could only grit her teeth and keep going because it was her own choice.
"Fenglian..." Zhang Jisheng called out to her.
Qi Fenglian’s body stiffened, and she stopped in her tracks.
"Fenglian." Zhang Jisheng walked up to her and said, "I’m sorry."
He owed her an apology; he had to say it.
Qi Fenglian’s nose tingled, and she looked ahead, saying, "What’s the use of saying sorry now? We’re already divorced!"
"Fenglian, I, I know, it’s my fault, I was wrong, I..."
"Don’t say it!" Qi Fenglian interrupted him, saying, "Saying anything is useless now. Take care of yourself in the future!"
"Can I, in the future, see the children?" Zhang Jisheng anxiously asked, grabbing her.
Qi Taiguo’s move made the Zhang family panic. They hurriedly came to apologize and offer compensation. They unconditionally agreed to the divorce between the two and didn’t even mention dividing the property. Zhang Jisheng also had to pay alimony every month.
As for Xiao Yun, she was already in elementary school and used to help with housework at home. Now, at her grandma’s, she could help take care of her brother after school.
Of course, entrusting them to her parents meant she naturally had to give money, so she still needed to provide living expenses to Mother Qi each month.
Cheng Su, however, was a bit worried that the children wouldn’t adapt. Xiao Bao was still young and could be excused, but Xiao Yun was already older, sensible, and sensitive. The last thing she wanted was for her not to adapt and overthink things.
"I’ll transfer her to a school in Qing City next semester," Qi Fenglian planned for herself, "And when Xiao Bao is older, I’ll also send him to kindergarten to start afresh away from that place."
That’s all she could do.
But, is it really feasible?
Seeing the fear and apprehension in Xiao Yun’s eyes, Cheng Su felt uncertain inside, yet she knew it was an unavoidable matter.

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