Lan Qingman thought that was a good idea.
"Mom, you should go. If... if I just tuck my tail between my legs and go back by myself, how will I ever have a say in the Qin family again?"
Mother Lan: ...?
’She had only been suggesting it.’
’Did they really expect her to go find her son-in-law? As his mother-in-law, didn’t she have her pride to consider?’
Just then, Mother Lan saw her son walk out.
Her eyes lit up. "Mingxuan, you’re just in time. Go find Wenzhe and tell him to come get your sister."
"It’s been so many days. What does he mean by not coming to get her?"
Lan Mingxuan didn’t really want to go, but with both his mother and sister staring at him, he had to nod. "Fine, I’ll make a trip to the Qin family’s place."
When his wife, Liu Ya, heard her husband was going to the Qin family, a wave of unease washed over her.
’Still, maybe it was for the best. The sooner they could get that sister-in-law of hers back to the Qin family, the better.’
’She was hanging around the Lan family’s house every day, acting like she was some pampered princess. It was bad enough that she didn’t lift a finger to help...’
’...but she also had the nerve to boss Liu Ya, her own sister-in-law, around.’
’It was infuriating just watching her.’
’If her sister-in-law stayed any longer, Lan Qingman might not be the one getting divorced—Liu Ya and her husband would be.’
──
Lan Mingxuan didn’t go to Qin Wenze’s workplace; it wasn’t the kind of place he could just walk into.
He rode his bicycle straight to the Qin family’s house.
"Auntie—"
When Mrs. Qin saw Lan Mingxuan, her expression was cool. "You’re here. Is something wrong?"
’How was Lan Mingxuan supposed to respond to that?’
His expression froze. "I came to see the two kids. Are they—"
Mrs. Qin said flatly, "They played until they were tired and fell asleep. Why don’t you come back another time?"
Lan Mingxuan was left speechless by Mrs. Qin’s attitude.
’But he couldn’t have come all this way for nothing.’


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