After the divorce, my ex-husband and son lined up to pursue me.

Chapter 30 It's best not to regret it
"This marriage must end in divorce."

Jiang Xia took a deep breath and calmed her voice, her determination unwavering: "If I don't want a son, and you don't want one either, then... let's send him to an orphanage!"

"Jiang Xia!"

Ruan Muhuai's arrogance erupted instantly, and he could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed Jiang Xia and shoved her against the sofa, saying, "Is that how you speak? You really have no heart!"

He doesn't want a son, can't you understand what that means?

It means they don't want a divorce! And it's impossible for them to get a divorce!

If Jiang Xia could endure humiliation and hardship with him for seven years for the sake of their son, why can't she do it again?!

Isn't this how everyone goes through it? Marriage is about sacrifice. Ruan Muhuai is already prepared to risk his whole life, so why should Jiang Xia be treated differently?

Ruan Muhuai's angry gaze was burning with fury, and his fierce hand was almost about to break Jiang Xia's bones, but looking into her stubborn eyes, the corners of her eyes were already red from the pain.

He softened his grip and eased his strength, but the words that escaped his lips were unusually cold: "No matter what I say, you just ignore me, treat it like a fart, don't you?!"

"Think about your son, don't you even understand that?!"

Jiang Xia closed her trembling eyelids tightly, her whole body aching, the source of which she couldn't pinpoint, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even utter a sound.

Ruan Muhuai moved a few steps away, lit a cigarette, and tried his best to calm his chaotic mind with the ingestion of nicotine. He then walked back to the sofa and sat down next to Jiang Xia.

"If it weren't for the child, we probably would have broken up long ago, and we wouldn't be here now..."

Ruan Muhuai turned to the side, his deep voice still carrying a hint of iciness, but he softened his tone, giving off a sense of heartfelt persuasion: "The seven-year itch, I admit it, but it's ultimately a problem between you and me, isn't it?"

“What does this have to do with our son? Ruan Yuanchao is indeed a bit outrageous, but he’s only six years old. His values ​​haven’t been formed yet, and he still needs your and my guidance and education. You can’t sentence him to death just because of a few words he said, can you?”

If it were a stepmother, no, an aunt, or other relative, who went crazy and made a scene because of a few words from Ruan Yuanchao, Ruan Muhuai would have severed all ties with them without saying a word.

How the child behaves has nothing to do with those relatives! Nor is it their responsibility to raise or educate the child!
But Jiang Xia is her biological mother. What mother wouldn't allow her son to make mistakes or say a few silly things? She can hit him, scold him, or discipline him slowly—anything is fine. How could she abandon her husband and son over such a trivial matter?!

Even if you put it in the grandest terms, this is utterly absurd...

Ruan Muhuai didn't know what to say. His brows furrowed in annoyance, and his gloomy gaze locked onto Jiang Xia. "You can understand what I'm saying, you just don't want to understand, right?"

"Fine!" Ruan Muhuai flicked away the cigarette ash, biting the filter with his thin lips: "Then let me be more blunt, you can't abandon your son because of me! Ruan Yuanchao isn't just mine, he's the child of you and me!"

Jiangxia's pain was excruciating and piercing...

How could she not understand Ruan Muhuai's meaning? Not only did she understand, she completely empathized with him!

“You are you…” Jiang Xia began, his voice hoarse and strained, his body trembling uncontrollably. “My son is my son, I know that very well, but…”

Ruan Muhuai's eyes darkened, and he straightened up and lifted her chin, demanding sharply, "Just what? Explain yourself!"

Jiang Xia met his gaze with suppressed emotion, her voice trembling as she stammered, "But I... I'm about to die."

Ruan Muhuai was suddenly taken aback.

"You...what?" he asked uncertainly.

Jiang Xia closed her eyes, pushed his hand away, and wiped away her tears: "I'm going to die, I don't have much time left, I'm suffering from..."

"Jiang Xia!" A sudden shout interrupted her words and drowned out everything else.

Ruan Muhuai threw away the cigarette in his hand. He never dreamed that Jiang Xia would come up with such an excuse!

Is she going to die? Ha! She's going to die if she doesn't leave him, if she doesn't leave her son?!
She was perfectly healthy, and her annual checkups showed no problems. Why would she suddenly die?
He glared at Jiang Xia with resentment and incomprehension, pacing back and forth nearby in frustration. "Just to get a divorce, to throw away our son, to dump me, you can actually say such things?!"

"Or do you think that if I don't let you go, I'll make you wish you were dead?!"

Jiang Xia's expression froze in a moment of stunned silence.

She was just a hair's breadth away from revealing the whole story about her illness.

She didn't expect Ruan Muhuai to gather many experts and professors to diagnose and treat her, nor did she hope that he would repent and accompany her through the last moments of her life.

All she knew was that Ruan Muhuai valued responsibility highly, which was his greatest strength, and their seven-year marriage was the best proof of that.

Jiang Xia just wanted to be honest about her illness, ask him to take good care of their son, and give her a relief.

That's enough.

but……

Ruan Muhuai didn't believe her and didn't even listen to what she was saying.

He felt she was lying, deceiving him, and making excuses for her suicidal thoughts...

For seven years, she shared a bed and did countless intimate things with her, yet... he didn't even trust her this much.

Jiang Xia suppressed all her tears in anguish. As she squinted at him again, she also gave him an undisguised sarcastic laugh, laughing at him, and at herself, at this pathetic marriage, and at how blind she had been back then!

"Think what you want!" she said desperately, throwing caution to the wind: "I've had enough of you! I don't want to live with you anymore! If you keep me under house arrest, I'll call the police!"

Anyway, if things get out of hand, it'll only make Ruan Muhuai look bad!

Jiang Xia is barefoot, so why would he be afraid of someone wearing shoes?
"As for Ruan Yuanchao, do whatever you want with him. If you insist on pushing it onto me, then I'll go find Grandpa." Jiang Xia withdrew his gaze, picked up his phone, glanced at the date, and the cold smile on his lips continued.

Today is Friday.

No wonder Ruan Muhuai came back to talk to her.

The day after tomorrow is the anniversary of his grandmother's death and also his grandfather's birthday. He still wants to drag her back to put on a show.

Jiang Xia looked up again at Ruan Muhuai's gloomy and cold face. "I'm not threatening you. You've been pushing me all along, Ruan Muhuai. Let's end this here."

She took a deep breath, flipped through a few pages from all the papers, organized them, and handed them to Ruan Muhuai: "This is the divorce agreement I drafted. I've signed it, and I'm just waiting for you."

This flawed and absurd marriage can finally end.

"In exchange, I can go back to the old house with you this weekend and act in your play."

Ruan Muhuai looked at the few pages of documents handed to him, his cold eyes revealing a terrifying murderous intent: "Jiang Xia, you'd better not regret this."

(End of this chapter)