Chapter 873 - 874 Official Record_1
"Did Fourth Uncle really bring home a new wife?"
"Yes," Yang Qingbao nodded repeatedly, "He’s already brought her home, and she’s much better looking than Fourth Aunt."
"Did Fourth Uncle really write a divorce letter?" It had to be said that Yang Xiaochuan’s move was really too unexpected.
"He did, and I heard he even filed it with the government office."
"The government office filed it too?"
Yang Chuxia was somewhat shocked; it seemed a big fight was about to start. Having it filed with the government office meant he had successfully divorced his wife, although Yang Chuxia didn’t know how Yang Xiaochuan had managed to do it.
So now, no matter how much Ms. Luo made a fuss, it would be useless.
She suddenly felt that Ms. Luo was a bit pitiful; just having had a child and then divorced, it all seemed rather tragic.
"This Fourth, what a mess he’s created," Yang Dachuan felt uneasy now that he heard about it. The Yang Family had never had a divorce before, let alone at such a time. And even if you were to divorce, you should at least settle things properly before bringing home someone new. It simply wasn’t done this way.
Feeling indignant, Yang Dachuan followed Yang Qingbao to the old house; no one had yet told Old Yang about this.
After Yang Dachuan left, Yang Chuxia summoned Mingcui and Ming Liu, "Let’s go take a look, too."
One shouldn’t miss out on such excitement; she was eager to see what expression Ms. Luo had at this moment. Okay, although Ms. Luo was to be pitied and Yang Xiaochuan’s conduct was deplorable, for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to feel sympathy for Ms. Luo. Perhaps it was due to Ms. Luo’s past behavior?
When they arrived at the entrance of the old house, just by chance Yang Dayong was helping Land Officer Yang get there too. Seeing her arrive, Land Officer Yang’s mouth twitched, especially when he noticed her eyes brimming with schadenfreude.
"Grandpa, Uncle Dayong!"
"Xiaxia! Where’s your dad?" asked Yang Dayong.
"My dad is already here; he’s inside."
As they entered the courtyard, sure enough, they could hear Yang Dachuan’s angry voice.
"You scoundrel, what have you done? Who gave you permission to divorce? Did the clan agree to it, did our father and uncles agree to it? And what about the two children after you divorce?"
"Elder brother, please don’t lecture me. You have two sons and you’re studying for the Cultivated Talent exam; you don’t know the pain of not having a son," Yang Xiaochuan said with a feigned pitiful face, "Ms. Luo can’t give birth to a son, who else needs to agree when just this one reason is enough? She’s been married into the family for so many years and I haven’t seen a single son. The important thing is she won’t be able to have anymore children in the future. Also, look at her usual demeanor, infuriating our father to that extent and showing no filial piety. Anyway, no matter who comes to talk to me today, I will divorce her."
Several people who had just entered the room heard these words, causing Land Officer Yang to snort.
Yang Xiaochuan then noticed the newcomers; when he saw Yang Chuxia had also come, the corner of his eye twitched, inwardly wondering what this female tyrant was here for. He also had a bad feeling, as if with the female tyrant there, he wouldn’t be able to divorce his wife.
Alright, he was overthinking it. Yang Chuxia wasn’t planning to intervene this time, she was purely there to watch the excitement.
"You really wrote the divorce letter?"
"Hmm," Yang Xiaochuan nodded, "But she tore it up."
"I heard you even filed it with the government office?" Land Officer Yang asked again.
"Yes!" Yang Xiaochuan said and laughed about this, "Ms. Hong is clever, told me to file it with the government office. Otherwise, Ms. Luo would definitely not have agreed."
Upon hearing this, Ms. Luo acted as if she had gone crazy again and tried to start a fight with Yang Xiaochuan.
When Yang Chuxia heard this, she scrutinized Ms. Hong closely, noting her delicate and gentle appearance with eyes so dewy they seemed ready to drip, and that skin—tch, so fair and soft.