Can We Say No to Divorce?-Chapter 714 - 464: An Extra Analysis (2)

Su Tianqing’s neglect of her for the past three years, and his attitude now; he came looking for her, asking her to persuade Su Family’s parents? What on earth was wrong with him? Would she do it?

He wishes!

Song Ziyu clenched the cup of plain water. Why should she help him like this?

She was not a generous wife. He was out partying and changing women every day, and she should clean up after him?

...

The engagement party.

At Yang Junyi and Yang Wanyin’s engagement party, there were many friends who came, including the couple Gu Qingchen and Bei Ran, as well as leaders and colleagues from the hospital.

Gu Yucheng and Ji Su also made an appearance together.

Duan Feixun and Zheng Tong, Song Ziyu, and Qiao Xiaoyan also came to offer their congratulations.

Since a new couple was born, it was a good thing for everyone!

Between Yang Wanyin and Yang Junyi, there was mutual respect. Everyone was insightful and could see it.

But today, many big figures from the business world were present, giving face to both Yang Wanyin’s father and mother, honoring them for the engagement of their eldest daughter to Yang Junyi.

Bei Ran said: "Uncle and Auntie, before and after, we knew Wanyin who plays wonderful piano. Now with all of us good friends playing together, she will definitely be happier and happier."

Other people also offered their congratulations, which made both father and mother Yang quite happy.

Song Ziyu and Qiao Xiaoyan sat together, with Qiao Xiaoyan asking her: "Your divorce has been the talk of the town, have you really decided?"

"Right now, it’s still the young master Su who is performing the drama!" Song Ziyu laughed, "I’ll let him have enough performance before I go on stage, no rush!"

Of course, for her, whether to divorce or not is no longer important; life must go on after all.

Every day people play their roles, performing laughable yet tragic dramas, and every day there are those who fade away silently in this helpless theatrical of life.

At night, sitting opposite each other, Yang Wanyin, exhausted, rubbed her legs: "I’m so tired today! Fortunately, it’s just an engagement. If it were a real wedding, that would be really tough!"

Yang Junyi looked at her: "Take a bath and rest early!"

Yang Wanyin nodded, went to take a shower, but then headed to the Piano Room. She saw a brand-new piano and walked in, casually playing a piece—a piece that reminded her of her sister.

In another world, how was her sister faring at this moment?

Did she know that her older sister had gotten engaged to Yang Junyi?

Wanlin, is this truly what you wished for?

Wanlin, tell me, or is all of this just mother’s will?

But no matter whose will it is, the engagement has been set, and it’s been done with much fanfare. What kind of battle would it be to break off such an engagement in the future!

As Yang Wanyin played up to this point, suddenly the piano music turned sorrowful.

After taking a shower in the guest room, Yang Junyi heard the melancholic music. Yang Wanyin’s piano was different from Yang Wanlin’s; the younger sister’s playing was carefree, while the older sister’s was laden with worries.

He came over, saw her stop playing, still caressing the piano lid.

"You’re troubled?" Yang Junyi sat down.

"Thinking about my sister," Yang Wanyin didn’t hide it from him. "What do you think, if my sister knew about us, what would she think?"

Yang Junyi didn’t know either!

He lit a cigarette and quietly smoked, the two people under the starlight both had a lot on their minds, but neither wanted to hurt the other.

"No matter what Wanlin thinks, she’s a cheerful girl, she definitely wouldn’t want her sister to be so sorrowful and sentimental. She would definitely want you to live a happy life," Yang Junyi said. "Wanyin, this might be a stopgap, you needn’t feel sad, if there’s a way, we don’t have to be like this."

"You’re only enduring all this because of my mom. If there’s any sentimentality to be had, it should be about the unfairness of Ming’s life, not mine," said Yang Wanyin with a laugh. "Alright, it’s really late, and I’m truly tired. I’m off to sleep. You should rest early too, goodnight! See you tomorrow!"

"Okay, I’ll head to bed after I finish this cigarette," Yang Junyi said as he exhaled a smoke ring. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow."

...

At the company.

Song Ziyu was sipping on a cup of coffee when suddenly, Su Mom walked in and immediately said, "Ziyu, don’t drink..."

"What’s wrong?" Song Ziyu stood up. "Mom, what brings you here?"

"I’m here to stop you from drinking coffee. You’re going to have a baby, how can you still drink coffee?" Su Mom took the coffee away. "And another thing, didn’t Su Tianqing come looking for you one evening? Why didn’t you keep him? That was a great opportunity!"

Song Ziyu was easygoing in her response. "Yeah, next time he comes looking for me, I’ll keep him!"

"That’s right, Ziyu. A man always finds the flowers at home the sweetest. The wildflowers outside are just for picking. Su Tianqing is inherently a good man. As long as you put in the effort, he will surely have a change of heart," Su Mom said, appreciating Song Ziyu for her obedient and agreeable nature.

Little did she know, Song Ziyu’s obedience and agreeability were just a mask she wore.

"Alright, Mom, I’ll remember that," said Song Ziyu, taking out a gold card. "Mom, this is a new store opening. When you have time, go take a look. You might find something you like."

"Wow..." Su Mom exclaimed, "This is a limited edition gold card! You can’t necessarily get one even if you have the money. Ziyu, you actually have one..."

"A friend just gave it to me, and I haven’t even had the chance to shop there yet!" Song Ziyu was adept at socializing. "Mom, you know I’m busy, so please go for me!"

"You such a dear," Su Mom chuckled happily as she left, boasting all the while that Song Ziyu was the most considerate daughter-in-law one could have!

At this moment, Xiao Yan pushed the door and entered. "President Song, shall I make some coffee?"

"Bring me a glass of juice instead!" said Song Ziyu.

Xiao Yan whispered, "With how generous you are with money for her to spend, as a mother-in-law, of course, she’s thrilled! But then, think about it, what has Young Master Su done for his mother-in-law?"

Song Ziyu sighed, "A mother will never blame her own daughter, but a mother-in-law is always ready to find fault with her daughter-in-law. Xiao Yan, this is an eternal truth that hasn’t changed in five thousand years in China."

Xiao Yan nodded, "President Song, you are so impressive!"

"Me, impressive?" Song Ziyu rolled her eyes playfully, "The world is so vast, I want to go and see it. I also long to cast off all these responsibilities and live a life as carefree as the immortals."

Because Su Mom came to the office and prevented Song Ziyu from drinking coffee, Song Mom came to the company at noon, and the mother and daughter had lunch together.

"Ziyu, if you’ve made up your mind to divorce, then you can’t have the baby. It’s too pitiful for the child," Song Mom said. "I know you’ve always been a decisive person with your own ideas."

Song Ziyu laughed, "Mom, you’re so well-informed!"

"Aren’t I? I can’t let my daughter be wronged!" Song Mom declared. "What’s so great about the Su Family? That kind of man doesn’t deserve my daughter Ziyu!"

Song Ziyu giggled, "Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t let myself suffer any loss!"

Song Mom nodded, "Eat more, you’ve been losing weight recently!"

...

Entertainment company.

Su Tianqing had been setting up his own company; he disliked the constraints of the family business and preferred freedom.

Although Gao Lengfei is currently very popular, the moment she heard he was starting a company, she said at the first opportunity, "Tianqing, I’d like to be the first signee under your banner."

Su Tianqing looked at her, "You are most welcome!"

"I trust your judgment. You made me a star, and you can make the company thrive!" Gao Lengfei said happily.

Su Tianqing nodded, and his phone rang. It was a call from his mother. Despite frowning slightly, he still picked it up.