It was probably… that year.
From what Sheng Yize remembered, his parents weren’t very close when he was little.
His mother was an artist and much younger than Sheng Qingyi. She was naive and not familiar with worldly affairs.
Sheng Qingyi, on the other hand, had seen his fair share of the world. He busied himself with his career, striving to build his own business empire.
Needless to say, the marriage wasn’t a happy one.
After Sheng Yize was born, the couple pretty much lived separately. Sheng Yize and his mother lived in the old Sheng family home with Grandma and Grandpa Sheng, who were very kind to him. That was why Sheng Yize was much closer to them than to Sheng Qingyi.
One Christmas Eve, Sheng Qingyi didn’t work overtime, which was very rare, and went back to the old family home. He had even brought a gift for Sheng Yize — a toy gun.
That made Sheng Yize very happy. Taking his new toy, he went to show it off to his goofy next door neighbor, Flower Qi.
They played for a long time until Sheng Yize was tired and went back home.
When he passed by his mother’s bedroom, he overheard the conversation inside.
Sheng Qingyi said, “I want a divorce.”
“What?” His mother sounded shocked. “Why?”
“I have someone I want to marry.” Sheng Qingyi was unbelievably blunt.
His mother lowered her gaze. “But Yize is still so young. He’ll never be able to recover from the pain…”
“Do you think he won’t be hurt if we stay married? Mianmian, let’s just get it over with,” said Sheng Qingyi coldly.
Naturally, his wife refused. “No! I won’t allow it!”
Sheng Qingyi smirked. “It’s about money, isn’t it? Name your price.”
Meng Mianmian’s cheeks flushed. The Meng family wasn’t a particularly affluent one and she often heard others commenting that she had moved up the social ladder by marrying Sheng Qingyi.
Although there were barely any feelings left between them, she still couldn’t take the humiliation!
“I don’t want your money and I’m not divorcing you!”
“Meng Mianmian! I can forgive you for not helping with my career at all, but can you not pull my leg at a time like this? Let me make it clear for you: Ruan Di is pregnant with my child and I’m going to marry her. Got it? Just take your money and go back to living your sanctimonious days watering plants and painting. I have my own happiness to pursue and I won’t let you stand in my way!”
Meng Mianmian was dumbfounded.
A child.
Those two people were having a child…
And she knew about that Ruan Di.
She was from a wealthy family and was known as a socialite in Yu City. She and Sheng Qingyi indeed sounded like a perfect match…
Meng Mianmian, who had always been gentle and soft in disposition, ran out of the room in tears.
Opening the door, she found Sheng Yize standing there with a pale face.
Meng Mianmian stopped short and her voice was flustered and panicky. “Yize…”
“Are you leaving?” Sheng Yize asked like a little grownup.
Meng Mianmian fought back her tears. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m going with you.” Sheng Yize cast a stern look at his father.
He didn’t want to stay with a father like that!
Sheng Qingyi opened his mouth and tried to say something, but Meng Mianmian had already left with Sheng Yize.
They headed back to the Meng family home in a car.
At T-junction, the light turned green and the car smoothly drove across the road.
A vehicle that was out of control rammed into their car from the other side and their driver didn’t have enough time to dodge. In the backseat, neither Sheng Yize nor Meng Mianmian had their seatbelts on…
At that critical moment, Meng Mianmian shielded Sheng Yize with her own body…
Sheng Yize had always praised himself for having an extraordinarily retentive memory.
However, it meant that he would remember the good things as well as the sad, vile, abhorrent ones. They were all stored in his head and the pain remained fresh whenever he thought back to them.
It was probably… that year.
From what Sheng Yize remembered, his parents weren’t very close when he was little.
His mother was an artist and much younger than Sheng Qingyi. She was naive and not familiar with worldly affairs.
Sheng Qingyi, on the other hand, had seen his fair share of the world. He busied himself with his career, striving to build his own business empire.
Needless to say, the marriage wasn’t a happy one.
After Sheng Yize was born, the couple pretty much lived separately. Sheng Yize and his mother lived in the old Sheng family home with Grandma and Grandpa Sheng, who were very kind to him. That was why Sheng Yize was much closer to them than to Sheng Qingyi.
One Christmas Eve, Sheng Qingyi didn’t work overtime, which was very rare, and went back to the old family home. He had even brought a gift for Sheng Yize — a toy gun.
That made Sheng Yize very happy. Taking his new toy, he went to show it off to his goofy next door neighbor, Flower Qi.
They played for a long time until Sheng Yize was tired and went back home.
When he passed by his mother’s bedroom, he overheard the conversation inside.
Sheng Qingyi said, “I want a divorce.”
“What?” His mother sounded shocked. “Why?”
“I have someone I want to marry.” Sheng Qingyi was unbelievably blunt.
His mother lowered her gaze. “But Yize is still so young. He’ll never be able to recover from the pain…”
“Do you think he won’t be hurt if we stay married? Mianmian, let’s just get it over with,” said Sheng Qingyi coldly.
Naturally, his wife refused. “No! I won’t allow it!”
Sheng Qingyi smirked. “It’s about money, isn’t it? Name your price.”
Meng Mianmian’s cheeks flushed. The Meng family wasn’t a particularly affluent one and she often heard others commenting that she had moved up the social ladder by marrying Sheng Qingyi.
Although there were barely any feelings left between them, she still couldn’t take the humiliation!
“I don’t want your money and I’m not divorcing you!”
“Meng Mianmian! I can forgive you for not helping with my career at all, but can you not pull my leg at a time like this? Let me make it clear for you: Ruan Di is pregnant with my child and I’m going to marry her. Got it? Just take your money and go back to living your sanctimonious days watering plants and painting. I have my own happiness to pursue and I won’t let you stand in my way!”
Meng Mianmian was dumbfounded.
A child.
Those two people were having a child…
And she knew about that Ruan Di.
She was from a wealthy family and was known as a socialite in Yu City. She and Sheng Qingyi indeed sounded like a perfect match…
Meng Mianmian, who had always been gentle and soft in disposition, ran out of the room in tears.
Opening the door, she found Sheng Yize standing there with a pale face.
Meng Mianmian stopped short and her voice was flustered and panicky. “Yize…”
“Are you leaving?” Sheng Yize asked like a little grownup.
Meng Mianmian fought back her tears. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m going with you.” Sheng Yize cast a stern look at his father.
He didn’t want to stay with a father like that!
Sheng Qingyi opened his mouth and tried to say something, but Meng Mianmian had already left with Sheng Yize.
They headed back to the Meng family home in a car.
At T-junction, the light turned green and the car smoothly drove across the road.
A vehicle that was out of control rammed into their car from the other side and their driver didn’t have enough time to dodge. In the backseat, neither Sheng Yize nor Meng Mianmian had their seatbelts on…
At that critical moment, Meng Mianmian shielded Sheng Yize with her own body…
Sheng Yize had always praised himself for having an extraordinarily retentive memory.
However, it meant that he would remember the good things as well as the sad, vile, abhorrent ones. They were all stored in his head and the pain remained fresh whenever he thought back to them.
