Chapter 2 Divorce and being kicked out of the house
"Be calm."
Rong Jiuci's voice was not strong, but it was extremely intimidating. Murong Rong's body suddenly froze.
Rong Jiuci was satisfied and sent Murong Rong into the car parked on the roadside.
"What do you want to do? Let me go down!" Murong Rong's pretty face was full of alertness, and her eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness.
Rong Jiuci was a little helpless: "Don't be afraid, I just want to help you treat your wound."
Rong Jiuci opened the locker in the car and took out the medical kit.
Murong Rong looked at the man squatting in front of her to treat her wounds and felt extremely ridiculous.
Gritting his teeth, he asked: "Who are you?"
"Your man."
Rong Jiuci raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "If you forget, I don't mind helping you recall it."
His low and hoarse voice was as sexy as when he held her and called her baby in her ear last night.
A shudder ran up Murong Rong's back, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. Realizing that he was so easily influenced by a man, Murong Rong felt anxious and ashamed.
Just as she was about to have an attack, the cell phone in her hand rang.
It's the call from the Song family's old residence.
Murong Rong took a deep breath and answered the phone with trembling fingertips.
A sharp female voice sounded from the other end: "Murong, where have you been fooling around again? Let me tell you, if you can't come back within twenty minutes, don't blame me, the mother-in-law, for setting the rules for you!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Rong Jiuci's cold voice sounded: "Are you married?"
Murong Rong nodded randomly, and without waiting for Rong Jiuci to speak, he pushed him away, jumped out of the car, and left quickly.
Rong Jiuci did not leave her alone, looking at Murong Rong's figure with dark eyes.
"Boss, I'm here."
As a cheerful voice rang out, a young man opened the car door and got in: "I have lived up to my expectations. Before dark, I finally found that little beauty who can make you passionate. Come and take a look."
Huo Yanshen handed over the document bag with a look on his face asking for praise. He had risked his life so that his ninth brother could live a passionate and shameless life.
Rong Jiuci threw the document bag aside, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost: "It's no longer needed."
Huo Yanshen was surprised for a moment, and then he suddenly understood: "Brother Ninth, are you doing this for Ye Wanxin?"
When Ye Wanxin was mentioned, Rong Jiuci looked a little unhappy: "It has nothing to do with her."
He was born asexual and had no interest in any woman since he was a child. However, he had a mother who tried her best to give birth.
In order to have a grandson as soon as possible, his mother gave him five times the amount of medicine five years ago.
After a night of absurdity, he opened his eyes and saw the eldest daughter of the Ye family, Ye Wanxin lying next to him.
Ten months into her pregnancy, Ye Wanxin gave birth to a son, but the throbbing she had given him that night could never be returned.
Until last night, a drunk strange woman broke into his room. When he hugged her, every cell in his body was screaming with desire.
However, he never expected that Murong Rong would get married so early.
Thinking that she would be so passionate in the arms of other men every night, her mood became extremely bad.
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When Murong Rong returned to Song's house, it was completely dark. As soon as she stepped into the room, her mother-in-law hit her hard.
Murong Rong was caught off guard and was beaten to the ground.
Her eyesight went black and she couldn't react for a long time. Her swollen cheeks were so painful that they were almost numb.
Mrs. Song pointed at Murong Rong who was lying on the ground and yelled: "Whose daughter-in-law is like you, fooling around outside every day! She doesn't care about the house, her husband doesn't take care of her, and yet she dares to pull out Nannan's hair! Call your mother, I'll do it
I have to ask, how does your mother teach her daughter?"
The mother-in-law scolded her indiscriminately, and Murong Rong could no longer control the anger in her heart, and violently threw out the appraisal report in her hand: "Before you call my mother here, do you need to explain this appraisal report to me?
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When Mrs. Song saw the paternity test report in her arms, she was shocked and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Murong Rong, you don't want to see the good things at home, do you?"
Murong Rong was trembling all over and looked directly at her mother-in-law, without flinching as before: "I already know that Nannan is the son of Song Chuhe and Lin Yawei, and she is still pregnant with one child!"
Mrs. Song was a little flustered. Why was this secret that had been hidden for many years suddenly exposed?
Lin Yawei held Mrs. Song's hand: "Murong Rong, why are you so angry? When Mr. Song was seriously ill and wanted a grandson, your belly failed, and you became pregnant with a loser. There was no way, in order to share more of the family property,
In order to be the president of the Song family, I have no choice but to give birth to a son for Brother Chu He."
"Without Nan Nan, you wouldn't be as prosperous as you are today. Murong Rong, you should be extremely grateful to me and Nan Nan."
"Now that the old man is dead and Brother Chu He has taken the position of president, it's time for you to divorce and leave. Don't delay my marriage to Brother Chu He."
Lin Yawei threw away the divorce contract with a snap.
Murong Rong was going crazy with such shameless words, and said angrily: "You're dreaming! Lin Yawei, I will never divorce Song Chuhe, you will only be a mistress for the rest of your life!"
Lin Yawei smiled confidently: "Murong Rong, do you not care about your daughter?"
As he finished speaking, Song Chuhe walked in roughly carrying a thin little girl.
"Aren't you making trouble all the time to see your mommy? She is the one, please scream."
The little girl clenched her teeth and said nothing, with deep fear on her sallow and thin face.
When Song Chuhe saw that the little girl was not cooperating, he immediately became angry and said, "If you don't want to scream, then I will beat you until you scream."
As he said that, he was about to slap the little girl.
"stop!"
Murong Rong rushed over like crazy and snatched the little girl from Song Chuhe's hand.
Murong Rong's heart ached as she held the little girl as light as a piece of paper in her arms.
Song Chuhe said coldly: "Murong Rong, your daughter has been returned to you. If you don't want mother and daughter to be separated and never see her again, you don't have to sign the divorce agreement."
With that said, Song Chuhe went to snatch the little girl.
"No!"
Murong Rong turned aside and hugged the girl in his arms tightly.
She looked warily at her husband, her aggressive mother-in-law, and her superior best friend in front of her. Her heart was as deep as an ice cellar, and her thin body was shaking uncontrollably.
She knew that no matter how hard she struggled today, the marriage was finalized.
Murong Rong made up her mind: "I'll sign!"
Lin Yawei was so happy that she didn't care about showing off her pregnant belly and immediately handed over the contract and the pen.
As soon as Murong Rong wrote down her name, Lin Yawei couldn't wait to grab the divorce agreement. She threw herself into Song Chuhe's arms: "Brother Chuhe, we can finally be together openly."
Mrs. Song was also very satisfied: "Weiwei, you are finally my daughter-in-law."
In a blink of an eye, when he saw Murong Rong carefully holding the little girl in his arms, he felt it was an eyesore and called the servant: "Kick Murong Rong out!"