Chapter 15: The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment

“Luo Zhizhi, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Luo Mingzhong’s sudden return and angry voice made Wen Ning’s body tremble subconsciously.

Fortunately, she hadn’t said anything just now.

Wen Ning turned her head and saw Jiang Mingyue behind Luo Mingzhong. Her expression quickly returned to normal, and she smiled innocently.

“Brother Luo and Mingyue are back. Mingyue, come in and sit down. You haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’ll cook you a bowl of noodles.” As she spoke, she walked towards the kitchen.

Wen Ning’s overly familiar manner clearly showed her as the mistress of the house.

Luo Mingzhong was a little annoyed, “Ningning, go back first. I have something to say to Zhizhi.”

Jiang Mingyue sneered in her heart. Saying there was nothing between them? She didn’t believe it for a second.

They had been married for five years, and he had always called her Jiang Mingyue.

But to Wen Ning, he always called her Ningning.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Wen Ning’s face, but she quickly returned to normal.

“Okay, Brother Luo. Then come and see Xiaodong when you have time. He hasn’t seen you these past two days, and he’s been crying and making a fuss to find you several times.”

Mentioning the child, Luo Mingzhong’s expression softened slightly.

That child was also pitiful.

Luo Mingzhong nodded lightly. When Wen Ning passed by Jiang Mingyue, she smiled triumphantly.

Passing by Jiang Mingyue, she whispered, “See? What can you use to fight me?

Your man’s heart is with us, mother and son. Aren’t you just a decoration?

If I were you, I’d get a divorce quickly, so I don’t end up with nothing.”

Jiang Mingyue didn’t even blink.

What did she still have now?

She said, “Since you’re so capable, then you convince Luo Mingzhong to divorce me.”

Luo Mingzhong turned his head, “What?”

Jiang Mingyue smiled calmly, “Wen Ning just said that your heart is with them, mother and son. If she were me, she would have divorced you long ago, so she wouldn’t end up with nothing.

Regimental Captain Luo, your sweetheart is getting impatient. She’s secretly afraid to tell you, so I’ll say it for her.”

Luo Mingzhong’s face became increasingly ugly, and his eyes fell complexly on Wen Ning’s face, which was filled with panic and grievance.

She didn’t expect Jiang Mingyue to say it so bluntly. Wen Ning pursed her lips, shook her head with a crying expression.

“Brother Luo, I didn’t. I didn’t say anything.”

Jiang Mingyue was too lazy to pay attention to them. She went straight into the room and slammed the door shut.

As night fell, she lay in bed, recalling the events of her previous life over and over again.

In any case, she had to get a divorce tomorrow morning.

Jiang Mingyue didn’t fall asleep until dawn.

In the living room, Luo Mingzhong lay on the hard sofa, occasionally glancing at the tightly locked door.

His chest felt stuffy, and his right eyelid had been twitching off and on for several days, as if something was about to happen.

He sighed again and again, his mind filled with Zhao Qiang’s words.

Was he really being too much?

But Wen Ning’s only relatives were her mother and Chen Xiaodong.

He couldn’t forget the scene of the regimental commander blocking a bullet for him.

The bloody scene, how could he forget?

Wen Ning’s only support was the regimental commander, but the regimental commander died because of him.

What could he do?

Moreover, Wen Ning was simple and didn’t fight for anything. She just wanted to live quietly in the compound.

Thinking of this, Luo Mingzhong felt that everything he had done for Wen Ning was justified.

When Jiang Mingyue woke up from her dream, Luo Mingzhong was no longer in the living room.

The wall clock showed half past eight. She simply washed her face and was about to go out when she ran into Wen Ning, who was smiling and walking towards her with a bowl of millet porridge.

“Mingyue, you’re awake. You didn’t eat anything last night, so you must be hungry. I cooked you a bowl of millet porridge. Hurry up and eat it while it’s hot.”

Jiang Mingyue felt that this person was like a dog skin plaster. Why did she feel like she was haunting her?

Was she deliberately here to watch a joke, or to supervise her divorce progress?

She didn’t want to see her at all.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, Wen Ning glanced at her own door, saw Luo Mingzhong leading Chen Xiaodong out, and smiled triumphantly.

Of course, Jiang Mingyue also saw this scene.

Although she was getting divorced today, seeing this scene still stung.

Xiaoxue wasn’t his child, so she didn’t expect Luo Mingzhong to be good to the child, but at least he was a father figure.

But she had never seen it.

Forget it, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

So be it.

Jiang Mingyue was about to bypass Wen Ning when Wen Ning smiled evilly, her eyes suddenly filled with calculation.

She cried out, “Aiya!” and poured the porridge on her chest. The bowl crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Luo Mingzhong heard the noise and ran over. His face was as cold as ice.

“Jiang Mingyue, what are you doing?”

Wen Ning’s eyes were red with grievance, her lips tightly pursed. She turned around and gently shook Luo Mingzhong’s sleeve.

“Brother Luo, Mingyue didn’t do it on purpose. The porridge was too hot. Don’t blame her.”

Jiang Mingyue felt disgusted when she heard that.

Tea language, but Luo Mingzhong believed it.

“Jiang Mingyue, Wen Ning was worried that you didn’t eat anything last night and that your stomach wouldn’t feel good, so she got up early in the morning to cook you porridge. If you don’t want to drink it, fine, but there’s no need to pour it on her, right?

I really didn’t expect you to be so jealous.”

Jiang Mingyue’s hands hanging by her thighs clenched tightly into fists.

Look, the person in front of her was the one she had given up everything for, the one she had to marry no matter what.

How blind was she?

Slap—

Jiang Mingyue finally couldn’t hold back and slapped him hard.

Luo Mingzhong’s face was turned to the side by the slap.

He had never thought that Jiang Mingyue would hit him, and in front of several women in the compound.

The women not far away were also dumbfounded.

Luo Mingzhong pressed his tongue against his back molars, his face as black as coal.

Wen Ning was also anxious.

“Mingyue, Brother Luo is your husband. How can you hit his face?” Wen Ning wanted to hold Luo Mingzhong’s face in her hands, but he turned away. Wen Ning then said, “If you want to hit someone, hit me instead.”

Wen Ning choked with tears, took a step forward, opened her arms, and cried like a pear blossom in the rain.

Jiang Mingyue’s palms were a little sore, but since someone made such a strange request, if she didn’t slap her, wouldn’t it make her seem inhumane?

She almost didn’t think about it and raised her hand to give Wen Ning another slap.

This earth-shattering slap made Wen Ning’s ears ring.

Luo Mingzhong said angrily, “Jiang Mingyue, enough!”

Jiang Mingyue rubbed her sore wrist and smiled happily.

Two rows of white teeth were exposed, along with two sharp little tiger teeth. The morning sun shone lightly on her, but no trace of hostility could be seen. Instead, she exuded a sense of decisiveness and composure from the inside out.

“Heartache? You heard it just now, she told me to hit her.

Looking at the two of you now, you really are a match made in heaven.

One is blind, deaf, and self-deceiving, and the other is shameless, reversing black and white.”

Jiang Mingyue now felt that she wouldn’t have any regrets after the divorce.

“Pfft—”

Ma Xiaolian, who had appeared at some point, finally couldn’t help but laugh.