After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Jiang Qin waited for a while on the other end of the phone, but didn't hear any response from Jing Qiu. In order to avoid an awkward atmosphere, she quickly continued, "I watched Xuan Bao grow up, and I love her from the bottom of my heart. Now that they can be together, it's a happy marriage."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Qiu raised her hand and rubbed her tight temples. The few minutes of talking to Jiang Qin made her feel a little depressed. She took a deep breath and walked towards the hotel room.

Li Ronghua had just finished a call with his partner when he looked up to see his wife pushing the door open. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her face full of worry, and her footsteps were a little heavy.

He hurried forward, stretched out his hands and gently hugged her, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Jing Qiu didn't say anything. He slightly turned sideways, walked past Li Ronghua and went straight into the bedroom. He lay down on the bed without saying a word and wrapped himself in the quilt.

Li Ronghua was full of confusion and unconsciously followed his wife into the bedroom.

He slowly sat down at the head of the bed, leaned down slightly, looked down at his wife lying on the bed with soft eyes, and asked softly: "You were so happy when you went out just now. How come you came back with so much on your mind after such a short time?"

Jing Qiu looked at Li Ronghua, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally found an outlet. He sighed heavily, with a hint of sob in his voice: "Jiang Qin called me just now and said that Zhizhou and Xuanbao are getting married."

As she finished speaking, her eyes became hot and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

After all, she had raised Xuanbao as her own daughter for more than 30 years, and all the love she had for her was genuine.

But now, Xuanbao didn't even tell her about such a big thing as her remarriage, and she had to wait for Jiang Qin to call her to tell her.

She has been Li Xuanbao's mother for more than 30 years. Now her heart feels like it has been hit hard by a heavy hammer, sore and painful, and full of grievances and sadness of being ignored.

When Li Ronghua heard about this, he reached out and gently patted his wife's shoulder, saying in a gentle voice, "Don't be sad anymore. Maybe Xuanbao doesn't know how to talk to you. She will definitely call you."

But Jingqiu remained silent, and his tears continued to fall.

The mother-daughter relationship between her and Xuanbao for more than 30 years has long been engraved in their bones. How can it be easily erased?

She just hated Xuanbao for hiding the truth from them. The feeling of being deceived by her closest relative was like a sharp thorn that pierced her heart, making her feel conflicted with love and hate.

Furthermore, she and her husband also have to consider Jiawei's feelings.

On one side is her biological daughter, whom she carried for ten months and is related to by blood; on the other side is her adopted daughter, whom she raised with great difficulty and with great care. To be honest, they are both made of flesh and blood.

To be frank, no matter which one she gave up, her heart would feel like it was being cut by a knife.

Thinking back, if Xuanbao had not hidden the fact that Zhixiao was taken away by mistake, she and her husband could have continued to enjoy the days with two caring little ones as before.

But now, because Xuanbao had deliberately concealed the truth for more than ten years, everything had changed after it was revealed.

If they were still as close to Xuanbao as before, it would be unfair to Jiawei. Jiawei was the one who had been missing out on their love and care for so many years, so how could they let her suffer any more?

It was precisely because of these complicated reasons that she dragged her husband abroad. On the one hand, she wanted to take advantage of this long journey to relax; on the other hand, she also wanted to escape from the endless and chaotic disturbances in the country, find a quiet place, and think about how to live the rest of her life.

Li Ronghua looked at Jing Qiu who was so sad and stubborn, sighed helplessly, and asked tentatively: "How about we go back to China? Maybe we can talk things out when we go back."

Upon hearing this, Jing Qiu immediately sat up from the bed, his eyes still red, his tone full of grievance and anger: "Return home? I won't go back! She didn't even call me, why should I go to her? Just think that I have raised her for nothing all these years, and our fate is over!"

Li Ronghua looked at his wife, and seeing her like this, he felt distressed, but he also knew that she was angry at the moment, so he sighed again and said slowly: "Okay, let's wait first.

If Xuanbao called, no matter what, we are her parents, and she is getting married, which is such a big thing, so we must go back.

If she doesn't call us, then we'll just pretend we don't know about it and take care of ourselves and Jiawei first in the future."

Jing Qiu looked at Li Ronghua, raised her hand to gently wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and then said "hmm" softly, which was considered as her approval of her husband's proposal.

But even though she agreed verbally, she was still unhappy in her heart, as if there was a heavy stone pressing on her chest that she couldn't move.

Since then, she has checked her phone at an alarming frequency, almost as often as she blinked. She was looking forward to receiving a call from Xuanbao, but every time night fell, she felt even more lost.

Li Jiawei learned about Li Xuanbao's plan to marry He Zhizhou from her elder brother Li Yan.

After listening to this, Li Jiawei just nodded slightly and didn't say much.

Li Jiawei knew clearly that there was nothing much to say about her current relationship with Li Xuanbao. She couldn't help but think of what Li Xuanbao said to her last time, and she felt helpless.

She thought she had been able to calmly look at the mistakes and regrets of the past and tried to let go of the grudges in her heart. She thought Li Xuanbao was the same as her, but it seemed that Li Xuanbao could not let go and was trapped in it and could not get out.

However, since Li Xuanbao said that "I don't owe her anything anymore", there is nothing to worry about.

From now on, they will just be familiar strangers. This way, they can live well and not disturb each other. For them, this may be a good ending.

Li Jianguo and Cheng Ping, who were far away in Beijing, sat on the sofa in the living room.

Next to them, Xiao Mingxuan and Lele, two little guys, sat close to each other, staring at the TV screen without blinking, where their favorite cartoons were playing.

Cheng Ping held a passbook in his hand. Over the years, Jiawei had been particularly filial and would send them living expenses every now and then.

But Li Jianguo and Cheng Ping had been frugal all their lives and were used to a life of careful budgeting. Whenever they received money, they were reluctant to spend it and deposited most of it in the bank.

Over time, the amount of money accumulated has increased to over one million yuan.

Li Xuanbao wanted to discuss marriage, and although they were not invited to attend, they could not pretend not to know.

As her biological parents, they had to buy something nice for their daughter to show their parental love.

But they have been staying at home all these years, taking care of their grandchildren and have no extra source of income.