Sheng Yueyue and her mother-in-law were sent to the hospital to have their wounds bandaged. Song Zijin and his dad stayed by their side the whole time.
Looking at his mom and wife, their heads wrapped in white gauze, Song Zijin didn't know if he had done the right thing. 'Maybe I should divorce her.'
'But the moment I think of how Gu Jiaojiao won't even spare me a glance, I can't help but grit my teeth in hatred.'
'How could she treat me like that?'
'It's all because Yueyue tricked me. Otherwise, I would have never broken up with Jiaojiao. It seems I was too easy on her this time!'
"Zijin, don't you think you went too far? Yueyue is your wife, after all," Mr. Song said to Song Zijin, his voice laced with concern.
"Some wife she is!" Song Zijin scoffed. "I've wanted to divorce her for a long time. As if she's worthy."
In his heart, Mr. Song agreed that his son had gotten a raw deal marrying Sheng Yueyue. She did nothing but cause trouble and bring unrest to their home.
