Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

The Ghost Festival came quietly, and the whole village was shrouded in a lively and sad atmosphere.

Yang Qingwei deliberately went to the market to buy a lot of fresh fruits, and went to the supermarket to buy wine and fruit offerings. After her parents and younger brother came over, they would arrange them the day before the Ghost Festival.

Fu Tingjun also rushed over the night before.

The Yang family saw that Fu Tingjun was still uncomfortable, and Yang Qingwei asked him to stand aside and not get in the way. The dignified chairman of Hengbang was disgusted like this.

Yang's mother reminded her to be careful with what she said, Yang Qingwei didn't care, and Fu Tingjun didn't care either. Instead, she comforted them and said that it was okay, and said that he would do whatever he needed.Naturally, the Yang family did not dare to order Fu Tingjun at will, except for Yang Qingwei.

"There's nothing to do here, and you'll be in the way if you stay here, go upstairs and rest!" Yang Qingwei ordered.

Fu Tingjun went upstairs, and Xiao Zhao went back to the city to stay in a hotel. There are many people in the family today, and it is a private matter. It is inconvenient for him to live here, so we can only arrange for him to leave.

In the evening, after the family of five had dinner, Fu Tingjun was arranged to go back upstairs to wash up, while Yang Qingwei stayed in the living room to discuss tomorrow's arrangements with her parents—mainly because she was afraid that she would forget the procedure and take Fu Tingjun astray.

The two elders of the Yang family didn't think too much about it. They felt that it was a great gift for Fu Tingjun to leave the company and come to help. They didn't dare to ask for too much.

"Are you going back after the end of tomorrow?" Yang's mother asked, Yang Qingwei has been back for many days, she said before that she would go back after the Ghost Festival, and now it is the Ghost Festival, should she also go?
Yang Qingwei was a little depressed, she looked down at her entangled fingers, and said in a weak voice, "Let's talk."

She lives very well here, if she goes back, she may have to quarrel with Fu Tingjun again, she is tired.

"How can you talk about it?" Yang's father who had been silent all this time said, "You have been back for so long, my uncle didn't say anything, and you still don't go back after everything is over, what do you want others to think of us?"

Yang Qingwei understood what her father meant, but she was still divorcing Fu Tingjun. Now that they could live a good life, if they went back, there might be more troubles. She didn't want to.

It's just that her parents didn't know, and she didn't dare to let them know.

"Okay, he's been up there for too long, you go up and be with him, and go back after finishing grandpa's grave tomorrow!" Father Yang ordered.

Yang Qingwei looked at her mother and then at her younger brother. Seeing that they were all like this, she couldn't refute, so she obediently went upstairs, thinking of finding Fu Tingjun to settle the score.

Nothing will happen if he doesn't come!
When Yang Qingwei entered, Fu Tingjun was sitting on a chair replying to the message, still wearing the shirt he had when he came.Yang Qingwei swallowed the anger that came to her lips after seeing his tired face.

"Are you done?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fu Tingjun turned his head and asked her.

Yang Qingwei nodded, suddenly wanted to hug him for some reason, so she obediently walked over and put her hands around his neck, leaning on his back.Fu Tingjun didn't mind either, and put down his phone to hold her hand.

Tears fell and wet his neck.

Fu Tingjun saw the photo of Grandpa Yang Qingwei leaning there quietly before the tribute. She was so busy back and forth that she never dared to look at that photo.

Fu Tingjun didn't know how deep her relationship with grandpa was, but he knew that she would pay any price for grandpa, for example, marry him.

"They will live well!" Fu Tingjun patted her hand and said, "Don't worry!"

Not knowing if his voice was too gentle, Yang Qingwei nodded silently, but her arms hugged him tighter.

The room was so quiet that only the vibrating sound of Fu Tingjun's cell phone was left. Occasionally the screen would light up, but it didn't attract anyone's attention.Yang Qingwei just lay on his back like that, as if drawing energy for herself.