You tricked me into raising your son? You'll divorce me and become my aunt.

Ruan Ning turned to look at him, her eyes icy. "So you weren't asking for my opinion at all, but just informing me?"

Fu Tingchen didn't dare look into her eyes, and looked away, saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

Ruan Ning got up to leave.

She knelt all night yesterday, and her knees were injured. She couldn't stand up at all, and she collapsed as soon as she stood up.

Fu Tingchen quickly reached out to support her, his eyes filled with guilt and heartache as he looked at her.

Ruan Ning brushed his hand away and slowly stood up, grabbing the chair next to her.

She limped out of the ancestral hall with difficulty.

Behind him, Fu Tingchen watched the woman's slender and frail figure.

It felt like something had stabbed my heart.

The man stood up, strode over, and swept Ruan Ning into his arms.

Ruan Ning was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening.

"Fu Tingchen, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

Fu Tingchen, with a stern face, carried Ruan Ning out, saying, "Don't push yourself if your knee is injured. I'll carry you back to your room."

"I don't need it." Ruan Ning pounded on the man's chest.

"Put me down. I don't need your pretense."

Fu Tingchen ignored him and carried Ruan Ning toward the main building.

Ruan Ning kept patting him, but it was no use.

Fu Tingchen refused to put her down no matter what.

"Tingchen." Suddenly, Bai Xinyao's voice rang out.

Fu Tingchen paused in his steps.

Bai Xinyao walked over, looked at Fu Tingchen, then at Ruan Ning in his arms, and her eyes immediately reddened.

"Tingchen, what's wrong with you...?"

Even his voice choked up.

Ruan Ning wanted to laugh when she saw her like this.

The husband hugged his wife, and she, the mistress, felt wronged.

Fu Tingchen explained, "She was forced to kneel all night because of me, and her knees were injured. I carried her back to her room."

Bai Xinyao bit her lower lip, her eyes welling up with tears.

Fu Tingchen didn't look at her again, and carried Ruan Ning straight upstairs.

Bai Xinyao stood still, clenching her fists tightly.

That afternoon, the public relations department of the Fu Group issued a statement.

They claim that the mysterious woman in the video taken by a passerby is Mrs. Fu.

The incident began when Mrs. Fu was dining at a restaurant and was harassed by a man. When Mr. Fu confronted the man, he not only refused to apologize but also became arrogant and verbally provocative.

Mr. Fu couldn't hold back and took action.

Shortly after the Fu Group issued its statement, several of Fu Tingchen's friends also came forward to help clarify the situation.

Soon, the online sentiment completely reversed.

"Wow, so that woman is Mrs. Fu. Mr. Fu, you did a good job hitting her. Men who bully other men's wives deserve to be beaten."

"It's obvious that President Fu really loves her; he's a total wife-protecting fanatic."

"Wow, the CEO and his wife are such a sweet couple! Wishing CEO Fu and his wife a long and happy life together."

"Mr. Fu, we support you! We admire responsible men like you. What's the point of having a man who can't even support his own wife?"

……

When Ruan Ning was bored, she came across these news articles online. After reading the comments below, she felt that this world was just a giant makeshift operation.

Her husband and his mistress became internet sensations, and she, the legal wife, was punished along with them.

The mistress, however, doesn't have to bear any responsibility.

She even became "Mrs. Fu" because of this incident.

Because of this, Bai Xinyao was smug for several days and would come to the old house every few days to deliberately flaunt herself in front of Ruan Ning.

Ruan Ning took this opportunity to get a few strands of Bai Xinyao's hair.

Fu Zishuo's hair is even easier to get; he won't suspect anything if you pull out a few strands.

Ruan Ning is recuperating at her old house due to a knee injury.

Fu Tingchen helped her get a leave of absence.

The handover process for resignation can only be postponed.

Fu Tingchen has been acting strangely lately, frequently returning to the old house to visit her.

Before, when she had nothing but Fu Tingchen in her heart and loved him sincerely, he would only come home a handful of times a year.

Now, she has completely given up and signed the divorce agreement with him.

The man, on the contrary, started to care about her.

Ruan Ning didn't take it seriously.

She would no longer tolerate the days of being slapped and then given a treat.

However, this made it easier for her to retrieve Fu Tingchen's hair.

After obtaining the hair samples from the family of three, Ruan Ning packed them into sample bags and asked her senior, Gu Mingzhou, to find a testing agency to conduct a paternity test.

A few days later, the paternity test results came back.

Unsurprisingly, Fu Zishuo is indeed the son of Bai Xinyao and Fu Tingchen.

That afternoon, Fu Tingchen was not there, so Jin Manrong called Ruan Ning over and gave her a lecture.

"So many days have passed, how's your copying of the family rules coming along? Have you properly reflected on your actions?"

Jin Manrong, dressed like a wealthy woman in a haute couture suit and with exquisite makeup, casually glanced at Ruan Ning while sipping her coffee.

His eyes revealed his displeasure.

She became increasingly dissatisfied with this daughter-in-law.

Ruan Ning responded coldly: "I didn't plagiarize."

"What?" Jin Manrong frowned.

"I don't think I did anything wrong. It was your son who made the mistake, not me. I've already knelt in the ancestral hall."

"Ruan Ning, how dare you talk back to me?" Jin Manrong's face turned ashen.

"Is telling the truth considered being argumentative?" Ruan Ning disagreed.

Jin Manrong was furious.

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

Ruan Ning didn't respond, she just stared at her.

"Have you been taking your Chinese medicine on time lately?" Jin Manrong's gaze shifted to Ruan Ning's stomach. "It's been three years, and there's still no sign of pregnancy."

"You'll have to ask your good son. I suspect he's impotent."

"boom--"

Jin Manrong slammed her coffee cup down on the table.

"How dare you!"

Ruan Ning remained calm.

Jin Manrong was so angry that her face contorted. "If you really don't know how to be Mrs. Fu, then you should divorce Tingchen. Our Fu family doesn't need a daughter-in-law like you."

"Okay," Ruan Ning agreed readily.

Jin Manrong was stunned.

"What did you say?"

Ruan Ning shrugged indifferently. "I said I'm willing to get a divorce, but your son doesn't seem to want to. Could you help talk to him?"

Jin Manrong looked Ruan Ning up and down with a suspicious gaze.

Ruan Ning has been acting very strangely lately.

Jin Manrong asked hesitantly, "Are you really willing to get a divorce?"

"Yes, we've already signed the divorce agreement, but Fu Tingchen doesn't want to divorce me. He doesn't even know about signing the agreement. Do you have any way to get him to divorce me?"