Regretful Beijing Marriage

The old lady's expression changed immediately.

She glanced coldly at Shen Miaoyin and snorted.

"Stop pretending in front of me. I don't remember having a granddaughter like you. Don't you even know the basic rules of the Shen family? You're so fond of falsely claiming kinship!"

"Huaiyan isn't here today, so nobody's going to watch your show!"

Shen Miaoyin's smile froze for a moment, almost uncontrollably.

She bit her lip and lowered her head, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Grandma Fu, I didn't..."

Seeing her like that, Fu Jiayu took half a step forward, intending to speak.

Fu Chengxuan quickly covered his mouth, his face tense, and whispered his instructions.

"Children shouldn't talk nonsense."

He then looked up at Shen Miaoyin, his tone distant and polite.

"Ms. Shen, I'm sorry, you may leave now."

"Our Fu family handles its own affairs, and it's not convenient for outsiders to be present."

Although he also wanted to explain for Shen Miaoyin.

But with his grandmother there, he wouldn't dare say anything out of the blue.

Miaoyin used to be very sensible.

Why did we have to run into each other today?

Shen Miaoyin's fingernails dug into her palm.

She lowered her eyes, suppressing the surging hatred within them little by little.

The time is not right yet.

Now is not the time to turn against that old hag.

She won't live much longer anyway.

The position of Mrs. Fu must be hers!

When she looked up again, Shen Miaoyin's face had returned to a gentle smile.

"Then I won't bother you any longer."

She turned and left, feigning consideration.

As he brushed past Jiang Yining, he glared at her fiercely.

His eyes were filled with resentment and malice.

"..."

Why bother arguing with a madman?

Even walking down the street can make someone hold a grudge against you for no reason.

Jiang Yining didn't want to stay any longer.

She had nothing to say to the Fu family either.

But before he could take a step, a small figure suddenly pounced on him.

Fu Jiayu, his eyes red-rimmed, gripped her trouser leg tightly.

He buried his face in her waist, his voice muffled by the fabric, tinged with a sob.

"Mom, what's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?"

The boy cried very sadly.

"I will be very obedient and I won't make a fuss anymore."

"Please don't do this, I'm really scared."

I thought my mother was just angry like before.

But now I haven't seen my mother for several days in a row.

When I saw her today, my mother was as indifferent as a stranger.

It shouldn't be like this.

Fu Jiayu was truly scared.

Although he used to dislike his mother, he knew that if he didn't hold on to her now, he would really lose her.

Jiang Yining frowned, but her heart remained devoid of any emotion.

She calmly pulled Fu Jiayu away.

Before he could finish speaking, the old lady said coldly.

"Chengxuan, take the child away."

When Fu Jiayu was pulled away by Fu Chengxuan, he was still looking back at her, his eyes red.

The old lady spoke firmly, then looked at Jiang Yining.

"Come with me."

Jiang Yining hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.

Before leaving, Fu Chengxuan cast a hostile glance at him and warned him in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense. If something happens to Grandma, you can't take responsibility."

Jiang Yining ignored her and followed behind the old lady.

Speechless all the way.

The two walked to the backyard.

There was no one around.

Jiang Yining followed the old lady at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

This stretch of road was long, and it took the old lady more energy to walk it than usual.

Jiang Yining kept a close eye on her, and if anything seemed amiss with the old lady, she would immediately call for help.

She only had to bear the charge of murdering an old lady once!

She cannot bear the responsibility of someone's death.

I don't want to take the responsibility!

After walking for a while, the old lady stopped, turned around, and gave her a cold look.

"Jiang Yining, stop pretending to be so filial."

"If you really care about me, then stop doing things that upset me."

Jiang Yining stopped and said calmly.

"Grandma, you should say this to your grandson."

One sentence left the old lady feeling suffocated and breathless.

Yet, there was no way to refute it.

After a moment, the old lady suppressed her anger and said coldly.

"Come help me up."

Jiang Yining followed her instructions, stepped forward, and steadily supported her as they walked slowly forward.

After a long silence, the old lady suddenly spoke again, her tone tentative.

"Do you know what Huaiyan has been up to lately?"

"have no idea."

Jiang Yining remained indifferent, her tone completely flat.

"I don't want to know."

The old lady was furious at her distant attitude.

But thinking about recent events, he softened his tone.

"I know you're harboring resentment, but Huaiyan isn't entirely biased towards Shen Miaoyin. He's been dealing with you recently..."

"Grandma, we're already divorced."

Jiang Yining interrupted him directly.

"Once the three-month period is up, I will have absolutely no connection with the Fu family anymore."

What Fu Huaiyan did or what happened to him had nothing to do with her.

To put it bluntly, he's dead.

She even had to consider whether she would have time to attend his funeral that day.

"What did you say?!"

The old lady shuddered, staggered, and nearly fainted on the spot.

"Fu Huaiyan has already signed the divorce agreement, and it has full legal effect."

Jiang Yining steadily supported the old lady.

"Grandma, I hope you can keep your promise in three months."

The old woman's face was deathly pale, and her blood was churning.

"That bastard—"

I can't catch my breath.

Jiang Yining reacted quickly and helped the old lady sit down on a recliner.

He reached out to take out his phone to contact the doctor.

"He's not dead yet!"

The old woman barely managed to raise her hand and grasp her wrist, her grip taut, her eyes fixed sharply on her.

"Explain yourself, did he really sign it?"

"Fu Huaiyan signed it, but he was unaware of it."

Jiang Yining didn't hide anything and directly pulled up the divorce agreement on her phone, handing it to the old lady.

"You know him best; he always reviews all documents and contracts personally."

"You don't need to know how I got him to sign; once he's put his pen to paper, the agreement is already in effect!"

The familiar handwriting on the screen was glaringly obvious.

How could the old lady not recognize her?

She stared at it for a long time without saying a word.

After a while, the old lady pushed the phone back, and seemed to have her last breath sucked out, swaying precariously.

She sighed.

"Oh well, maybe this is fate."

Jiang Yining breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the old lady was alright for the time being.

"Grandma, I hope you can let me go in three months."

Hearing her emphasize it again, the old lady raised her eyes heavily.

"Jiang Yining, since I've agreed, I won't try to trip you up in secret."

"Then please remove the guards from the villa."

Jiang Yining didn't beat around the bush.

"I want to get through these three months peacefully, without disturbing each other."

"You no longer need to use these people to bring us together; my answer remains unchanged."

The old lady frowned.

"Who is it?"

"The people at the villa weren't sent by you..."

Before I could even begin to explain, a deep, resonant male voice rang out from behind me.

"Grandma, it's chilly outside, come inside and rest."

The two turned around at the same time, following the sound.

Fu Huaiyan stood by the pillar in the corridor, and it was unclear how long he had been standing there.

A heavy chill enveloped him.

His deep eyes fell on Jiang Yining, their gaze unfathomable, his emotions difficult to discern.

Upon seeing this, the old lady immediately stood up and said angrily.

"I thought you weren't coming today."

"Did you really ignore what I said? Knowing Shen Miaoyin's ulterior motives, you still brought her along!"

"There are business collaborations with the Shen family, so it's unavoidable."

Fu Huaiyan spoke frankly.

The old lady gave a cold laugh, her anger still lingering.

"I hope that's true."

After saying that, she said no more, raised her hand to signal the servant waiting beside her to come forward and help her back to the house.

"Alright, you can handle your own problems. Don't follow me."

The backyard fell silent instantly.

Jiang Yining composed herself, not wanting to linger, and turned to leave.

But the next second, Fu Huaiyan's deep voice rang out again.

"Jiang Yining, Fu Jiayu is your biological son."