After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 120 We Face Difficulties Together

Chapter 120: Chapter 120 We Face Difficulties Together

Her fingers trembled gently, yet they clung tightly to Yuanyou’s lapel, as if clinging to the last shred of her dignity.

"Come with me to the village chief, let’s resolve this once and for all, you divorce me, and let me find another way to make a living. It would be better to have a place to call home sooner."

Qifen’s voice was resolute, filled with reckless determination, while Yuanyou, at this moment, was at a loss for words, all his anger and impulsiveness vanished, leaving only an indescribable guilt and helplessness.

The words coming from Qifen’s pale yet resolute lips weighed heavily in the air, incomparable to any jokes of the usual days.

Her eyes revealed an unprecedented decisiveness, as if after countless nights of quiet contemplation, she had finally built a high wall within her heart.

If Yuanyou continued to be stubborn and refused to seek treatment, then she would turn around decisively, searching for another sky, no longer willing to suffocate in this oppressive relationship.

Seeing that Qifen was not merely bluffing this time, Yuanyou instinctively broke free from her grip, his voice mixed with annoyance and panic, "What are you doing? Are you really going to stir up a scandal and make the whole village laugh at us?"

His eyes darted about, clearly weighing the pros and cons, but more than that, he was reluctant to lose face in front of others.

"A laughingstock?"

Qifen let out a cold laugh, her tone filled with disdain, "Whose face is being lost? Certainly not mine. I have been branded ’barren’ for years, and I have nowhere to hide. What harm will one more mockery do? If you really care, just follow me closely..."

With that, she jerked him forcefully, and Yuanyou, caught off guard, stumbled. To avoid falling in front of everyone, he reluctantly followed her out.

Just then, as they stepped out of the threshold, they came face to face with the elderly couple of the Meng family—Third Sister Zhao and Yuanfeng.

Unlike usual, Third Sister Zhao, setting aside her usual criticism and disdain for Qifen, quickly grabbed Qifen’s hand, squeezing out a reluctant smile, "Qifen, let’s talk about this calmly, there’s no need to rush..."

But Qifen mercilessly pulled her hand back, her gaze steady, her words cold as ice, "I have nothing more to discuss with your Meng family. Have your son write the divorce letter soon, so we can part amicably and save me from being a stumbling block to the continuation of the Meng family’s lineage."

Her statement was laced with an irony that was hard to ignore, Third Sister Zhao realized instantly that the girl’s heart was set in stone; if something wasn’t done soon, the marriage truly was at its end.

Then, Third Sister Zhao picked up the walking stick beside her, waving it towards her own son while sternly shouting, "You unfilial thing, Qifen has given you her heart, and yet you lay a hand on her? Don’t you even know what’s wrong?"

Her words were filled with anger and disappointment, and this scene made Qifen’s already aching heart ache even more, as tears silently slid down.

Seeing this, Third Sister Zhao immediately changed her demeanor, gently pulling Qifen’s hand, her tone soft yet firm, "My dear child, I’ve wronged you, making you suffer so much. Don’t worry, I’ll teach him a lesson."

Qifen turned her head away, tears streaking across her cheek, but she remained silent.

At this point, Yuanfeng, seeing his son standing motionless, felt a surge of anger and kicked towards him, "What are you standing there for? Go and apologize to your wife right now! Do you really want our neighbors to know all about your capabilities?" Yuanyou, who was usually used to ordering Qifen around, found it extremely challenging to swallow his pride and admit his fault now, especially since she had indeed struck him earlier.

Xie Qifen gazed at his tangled expression, and the chill in her heart deepened. She mustered a bitter smile, "So be it, perhaps I was never destined to enjoy the blessings. This life can no longer go on. I’ll go back to my parents’ home first. Once the divorce papers are ready, send them over."

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Meng Yuanyou truly felt panic for the first time. He quickly grasped Xie Qifen’s hand tightly, his voice trembling as never before, "Qifen, I, I realize my mistakes..."

Xie Qifen paused slightly, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes. Despite the myriad of emotions in her heart, the harsh realities made her stop her departure.

Seeing this, Meng Yuanyou hurriedly promised, "I will take the medicine, I will go to the hospital for a check-up, I will follow all your arrangements."

His voice conveyed sincerity and determination, as if he was making a last plea.

Seeing his softened attitude, a slight snort escaped from Xie Qifen’s nostrils, mixed with a touch of dissatisfaction and helplessness.

Her eyes shone like dewdrops on an autumn morning, sparkling with complex emotions, "You yourself are unwell, yet you require others to beg you humbly to accept treatment. You truly have been spoiled beyond measure! Do you know how much effort I’ve poured into that precious prescription, how many sleepless nights I’ve endured? That medicine, valued at hundreds of wen money, yet you carelessly spilled it on the ground. Listen, if even this prescription cannot cure your stubborn illness, then I fear your condition is incurable. When that time comes, do not hinder me from seeking other methods, searching for a glimmer of hope."

Having said this, Xie Qifen flicked her sleeves with a definitive gesture, turned around, and left, leaving behind a room that desperately needed tidying.

The items inside the house were scattered haphazardly, seeming to reflect the mood, urgently requiring a reorganization to restore some order to life.

The elders of the Meng family watched this scene, a mix of emotions sighing in their hearts.

They had never anticipated that their son would reach this day.

Recalling their past indifference and harsh words to Xie Qifen, a deep sense of guilt spread within them.

Xie Qifen, a sincere woman. Had it been someone else, the house would certainly have been in uproar, not leaving Meng Yuanyou any room to justify himself.

Now, facing such circumstances, her endurance and perseverance commanded respect.

Realizing their son’s shortcomings and hearing of the high cost of the medicine, Meng family’s elders quickly fetched their accumulated silver from a hidden corner.

"Qifen, take this broken silver for urgent needs. If it’s not enough, we’ll think of other ways. After all, as a family, no matter the circumstances, we must face adversities together," said Third Sister Zhao. Her words conveyed a simple yet firm strength. The silver in her hands twinkled under the dim light. It wasn’t much but amounted to about seven or eight taels, a significant sum for this family.

The usually thrifty mother-in-law making such a move touched Xie Qifen’s heart deeply.

She indeed needed the money at that moment, and without any further courtesy, she took the silver, her eyes expressing sincere gratitude.

"Mother, I understand everything. If it weren’t for being utterly disheartened."