Mother Qiao didn't expect that she would give her such an answer.
At the engagement party that day, she obviously refused to agree even to death.
How long has it been?
"Qiaoqiao, there are no outsiders here. Whatever you think in your heart, you can say whatever you want."
Qiao Zhishu didn't want to continue this topic. Fortunately, Xing Huo was not present, otherwise he would definitely be unhappy.
"Mom, I don't want a divorce."
In desperation, Qiao's mother spoke uncontrollably, "Qiao Qiao, we can't be like this. This marriage has always been lingering. At most, you can help her tide over the difficulties temporarily. Now that the crisis has passed, you...
You have to return Xing Huo to her."
Qiao Zhishu looked at Qiao's mother in disbelief. She said this in front of Mrs. Xing. Has she ever thought about her daughter?
Maybe Mrs. Xing would think that she was occupying a magpie's nest.
She will definitely feel that Qiao Zhishu is greedy for vanity and has now occupied Chen Ying's position and refuses to give it back to her.
"Mom," Qiao Zhishu's voice was trembling, but there was an unprecedented determination in her eyes, "Xing Huo really wants to marry me, and he sincerely treats me well. We really get along very well now."
Qiao Zhishu always listened to her words, but now that she is a young mistress, it must feel particularly good to stand on a high place. Mother Qiao is really afraid that she will lose herself.
She held her daughter's hand tightly.
"Qiaoqiao, what your mother has taught you since childhood is not to force your luck."
Qiao Zhishu wanted to pull her hand away, but Qiao's mother held it tightly. Chen Ying said that Xing Huo came to the house before, and Qiao Zhishu took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness to show her kindness to him, and the two of them had already secretly slept with Chen Cang.
So the thing that Chen Ying was set up for at the engagement party was also done by Qiao Zhishu.
"You..." Mother Qiao felt extremely guilty. If Qiao Zhishu was really innocent, she should return the identity of the young mistress of the Xing family to Chen Ying, "Listen to mother."
Mrs.
Mother Qiao didn't dare to say anything else.
At noon, Xing Huo took the time to come over. When he walked into the living room, he saw something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Qiao Zhishu sat there in a daze. As soon as Qiao's mother saw him, she quickly stood up.
"Mr. Xing is here."
"Mom, don't be so polite, just call me Xing Huo."
As he spoke, he was about to walk over to Qiao Zhishu. Seeing this, Mrs. Xing put the cup in her hand on the coffee table.
"Xing Huo, come with me to the kitchen to see how the lunch dishes are being prepared."
Qiao Zhishu glanced at him hastily, his expression a little complicated.
Mrs. Xing will probably seize this opportunity to bring up the matter of their divorce again, right?
Xing Huo followed Mrs. Xing into the kitchen. Looking at Qiao Zhishu's appearance, he must have been wronged.
"Mom, what did you tell Qiaoqiao?"
"You should ask your mother-in-law about this," Mrs. Xing turned around, her eyes falling on her son's face, "She asked Qiao Qiao to divorce you."
"What?"
Seeing that he looked a little unhappy, Mrs. Xing moved her legs and wanted to go out.
She quickly grabbed Xing Huo, "Mom wants to ask you, what do you think?"
"Do you think I'll get a divorce?"
"No." Mrs. Xing understood him.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao and I have a very good relationship. I will let you have your grandson next year." Xing Huo said nothing and hurried out.
He sat next to Qiao Zhishu. She was like a lonely drifting boat that suddenly met a big ship plowing through the waves. Qiao Zhishu hurriedly held Xing Huo's hand.