Chapter 43: Dad, I Want a Divorce

Ling Hanyu drove the car very steadily. When he pulled over and opened the door, he saw Song Qingtian frantically raking her hair.

Meanwhile, Nuonuo was still fast asleep in her car seat, snoring sweetly. He sighed.

Ling Hanyu found himself rather puzzled. In the past, if he had seen Song Qingtian behaving like this, he would have been utterly disgusted with her and would have wanted to throw her right out of the car. Yet now, seeing her like this, he actually felt a little bit of pity?

Could it be that he’d gone mad too?

He reached out and gently rubbed Song Qingtian’s head, trying his best to keep his voice soft.

“If you don’t want to go, let’s just head back.”

At Ling Hanyu’s touch, Song Qingtian shuddered all over. She looked up and saw Ling Hanyu’s gentle, almost indulgent expression, and it felt as though she had just encountered a ghost!

She quickly took out her compact mirror and checked herself.

Sure enough, the black hair that Song Qingtian had painstakingly maintained and taken such pride in was now tousled and disheveled, looking just like a bird’s nest—truly resembling a ghost!

“Go! Why wouldn’t I? It’s been ages since I’ve been back!”

She decided to reclaim some dignity for the former clueless and spineless Song Qingtian, while also offering a bit of comfort to Song Pingzhao’s heart, which had been repeatedly stabbed and left riddled with wounds by Song Qingtian.

She grabbed a comb and carefully combed her hair, even going so far as to touch up her makeup.

Then she turned to Ling Hanyu.

“You hold Nuonuo; I’ll go in first.”

With that, she stepped out of the car and strode purposefully toward the Song Family villa.

No sooner had she taken a few steps than she saw Song Pingzhao hurrying out to meet her. Upon spotting Song Qingtian, he broke into a broad smile.

“Qingtian, I heard the car pull up just now and thought I’d come out to see if it was really you—and sure enough, it is!”

Seeing Song Pingzhao’s ingratiating demeanor, Song Qingtian felt an overwhelming pang of sadness. And when she noticed the gray at his temples, the hurt only grew worse.

She thought to herself how cruel the old Song Qingtian had been—deserving every bit of what had happened to her, ending up in a vegetative state!

She even wished Song Pingzhao looked more like her Father, so she could connect with him on a deeper emotional level.

Song Pingzhao didn’t hear Song Qingtian’s reply, and when he saw her standing there motionless, he hesitated to approach.

Just then, Ling Hanyu arrived, carrying Nuonuo. Seeing Song Qingtian and Song Pingzhao standing about a meter apart, awkwardly silent, he gave Song Pingzhao a casual glance.

“Dad.”

Song Pingzhao nodded at him without a trace of emotion. Over the past few years of their marriage, he had treated Song Qingtian terribly; if it weren’t for her love for him, he would have urged her to get a divorce long ago!

As soon as Song Pingzhao spotted Nuonuo, he hurried over.

“Did she fall asleep on the way? Let’s carry her inside to sleep.”

Saying this, he tenderly patted Nuonuo’s little head, then led the way upstairs. Song Qingtian quickened her pace to catch up, and as she passed Song Pingzhao, she softly called out “Dad.”

Upon hearing this, Song Pingzhao froze, his eyes instantly welling up with tears. Seeing the tears brimming in his eyes, Song Qingtian felt an excruciating ache in her heart.

Ling Hanyu was equally taken aback, but he didn’t dwell on it. He carried Nuonuo and followed Song Pingzhao toward the bedroom.

When they entered, Song Yinyin and her mother were sitting on the sofa, chatting.

As soon as Song Yinyin caught sight of Ling Hanyu, she completely tuned out everyone else, her eyes fixed solely on him.

She immediately stood up and walked over, calling out in a sweet, coquettish voice, “Jiefu!”

Song Pingzhao wasn’t pleased. “Can’t you see your sister?”

Only then did Song Yinyin grudgingly call out “Sister.” Song Qingtian gave a cool nod and followed Song Pingzhao upstairs.

Seeing Song Qingtian’s attitude, Song Yinyin wanted nothing more than to tear her apart—but she could only grit her teeth and suppress her anger.

End of Chapter 43: Dad, I Want a Divorce