Thinking of this, the long-held anger in Su XiuYu burst forth.
"Mother, Yansheng is right. You came back and immediately made things difficult for my wife and child. What reason do you have for this? If you truly dislike seeing them, perhaps I should send you back to the other residence now."
Without Tang Xianxian and her daughter, his relationship with his wife had rapidly deepened, intoxicating him. He didn't want to return to the days of polite courtesy because of foolish filial piety.
To other couples, such courtesy might seem precious, but to Su XiuYu, it was unsatisfying.
If he hadn't loved Ye Zhiru so deeply, he wouldn't have risked public scorn to divorce and remarry, nor would he have accepted without reservation a child his wife had with another man, treating him perhaps even better than his own biological child.
From then on, he hoped his wife saw no one but him.
