After My Ex-Husband Sent Me to Prison, I Married His Brother - Chapter 8

“Kneel down and beg Yihuan to forgive you!”

Liang Fengrong glared at her son, frustrated he wouldn’t get it. “Haven’t you noticed why you could focus on your career all these years without family troubles bothering you? It’s because your father and I have been well taken care of by Yihuan! Just earlier this year, when your dad had heart surgery, Yihuan dropped her work and went to Vancouver to take care of him, staying up all night for a whole week!”

“That should have been your responsibility as her husband, but Yihuan said you took on a big project and were too busy and told us not to bother you!”

Zhou Jifeng’s handsome face faltered, his eyes instinctively flicking to Lin Yihuan.

But she didn’t look at him.

“Putting aside all these big things, let me just ask—how long has it been since your stomach problems acted up after marrying Yihuan?”

“…”

“Do you really think you just got better on your own?”

All that was because of Lin Yihuan’s constant care and effort!

But she never said anything, and the person benefiting simply took it for granted.

Seeing her son hanging his head silently, Liang Fengrong didn’t forget the main reason she came today.

She sighed, then took Lin Yihuan’s hand gently and spoke seriously.

“Yihuan, I really feel ashamed to say this… but could you please forgive Jifeng this once? He truly knows he was wrong. I asked him again and again at home just now — he never had any relationship with that Jiang Jinxue! That night, you saw the chat records as proof. It was all that woman’s trick! Besides you, Jifeng barely interacts with any other women. He didn’t know it was a trap and was foolishly fooled! Could you maybe—”

“Mom.”

Finally, Lin Yihuan spoke for the first time.

Her voice was hoarse, like her throat had just been crushed by gravel.

“We’re already divorced.”

With her elders around, Lin Yihuan’s kindness made her soften her words to keep face for everyone.

“Divorced? You can still remarry! This time, I promise, Jifeng will be a good husband!”

Liang Fengrong really didn’t want to lose such a good daughter-in-law just like that!

Lin Yihuan pulled the corner of her mouth into a faint smile and shook her head slightly.

Unexpectedly, her reaction triggered Zhou Jifeng!

Because of her, his parents had slapped him, and now he was forced to come and apologize.

And yet she still put on this attitude?

Hmph.

“Mom, please go downstairs first. The matters between me and Yihuan, we’ll talk alone.”

Lin Yihuan’s heart skipped, and she moved to close the door.

“I have nothing to say to you!”

But Zhou Jifeng was quick. Taking advantage of his height, he placed his palm firmly in the door gap and forced it open.

Liang Fengrong saw this and thought her son was really regretting it but was just too embarrassed to admit it with her there. She waved her hand.

“Jifeng, Yihuan, you two talk! Married couples always fight and make up by the bedside. Just open your hearts and work it out!”

“Mom!”

Lin Yihuan barely said the word before Zhou Jifeng’s large hand covered her mouth, dragging her inside.

The door closed and locked.

“Mm! Let me go, mm!”

“Lin Yihuan! I haven’t even despised that you’re carrying another man’s child, but now you’re putting on airs? Hmph!”

She seized the moment and bit Zhou Jifeng hard, breaking free and stepping back quickly.

“Get out! This is my home!”

“Come with me to get an abortion! I’ve said it—I can’t accept this child! The rest, we can talk about slowly!”

Zhou Jifeng tried to calm himself, pushing down his emotions and trying not to think about Lin Yihuan being with another man. “My mom doesn’t even know you’re pregnant yet. If you terminate the pregnancy, I… I can try to move past Jiang Jinxue and start over with you.”

He wasn’t lying about not being touched by his mother’s words.

Thinking it over, it was true that after marrying Lin Yihuan, he had been well taken care of and didn’t have to worry about family matters.

But the phrase “start over” sounded so empty now to Lin Yihuan.

It was almost laughable.

“Zhou Jifeng, I begged you before. Have you forgotten?”

That day at the Zhou family’s old house, she was locked inside.

She only asked him to believe her once—just once!

“…”

“We will never be able to turn that page.”

“I won’t degrade myself again.”

Somehow, at this moment, Zhou Jifeng felt a pain in his heart tighter than when he learned of Jiang Jinxue’s death.

It felt like something was slipping away—something he couldn’t reach no matter how hard he tried.

His handsome face stiffened, his throat tightening. “Don’t forget, it was you who insisted on marrying me! Now you’re ruining my life and trying to walk away clean—I won’t allow it!”