Divorced ex-husband crying and begging for remarriage

In the middle of the night, Jiang Wan took Xia Chuncong to Zhou Changfeng's side and asked him to arrange a staff dormitory before returning to Jiang's house.

It was already late when she got home, Jiang Fengcheng had already gone to bed, but Chen Qingwan was still in the living room.

When she saw Jiang Wan coming back, she opened her closed eyes: "I came back so late, don't you just fool around outside."

"What? Auntie envies that I can fool around outside but you can't?" Jiang Wan sneered, and said, "If you really want to fool around that much, why not divorce my father, so that no one will care about you."

divorce?

Chen Qingwan stared wide-eyed, unable to believe how Jiang Wan could say such a thing.

She got up and walked up to Jiang Wan: "What are you talking about? How can you encourage me to divorce your father?"

"Why not?" Jiang Wan asked back, the two of them didn't get along at all, so was it necessary to pretend?

Chen Qingwan really wanted to hit someone, but she didn't, she endured it: "I hope you don't say this in front of your father, he is not young, if he really divorces me, he will live alone in the future, you Don't feel sorry for him?"

"How can you be sure that he will live alone after divorcing you? On my father's terms, there are many people who want to marry him." And they are all better than Chen Qingwan, she said in her heart.

Chen Qingwan gritted her teeth and suppressed her anger: "What on earth do you want to do? You have to dismantle this family to be satisfied, right?"

Jiang Wan shrugged, her face indifferent: "So what?"

"Jiang Wan!" Chen Qingwan roared angrily, almost unable to control herself.

Facing her anger, Jiang Wan showed no sign of fear, and even smiled a little at the corner of her mouth.

Chen Qingwan also quickly regained her senses, she did not forget the purpose of waiting for Jiang Wan tonight: "Don't you want to know where your mother is?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Wan's eyes turned sharp: "What do you mean?"

"The meaning is very simple. I know where your mother is. She is in my hands." Chen Qingwan said.

Jiang Wan frowned, a little suspicious: "Isn't my mother dead?"

"She didn't die. In fact, she was taken away by my people back then. I have kept her locked up all these years, and she is still alive, but not very well." She said with a smile.

She seemed to finally see a trace of panic on Jiang Wan's face, and smiled even more proudly, "If you want her to live, I advise you not to mess around."

"What do you want?" Jiang Wan asked.

After finally waiting for this sentence, Chen Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief: "Persuade your father and Fu Yu to let the Chen family go."

Sure enough, the answer was the same as Jiang Wan's guess.

"It's not difficult. The question is why should I believe what you said? What evidence do you have to prove that my mother is still alive?" She looked at Chen Qingwan, as if she was genuinely suspicious.

Hearing that, Chen Qingwan didn't hold anything in her arms, took out a few photos from her bag, and handed them to Jiang Wan: "Look for yourself."

Jiang Wan took it, and inside was a picture of a woman, her hands were tied with a rope, but Jiang Wan knew that face.

She had seen a photo of her mother in Jiang Fengcheng's place, and it was the same photo that Chen Qingwan took out at this time.

It's just that she always felt that something was wrong.

"I'll try to convince them, but after it's done, you have to let them go," Jiang Wan said.

Chen Qingwan sneered, very proud: "Jiang Wan, you have to figure it out, you are begging me now, not me begging you, you are not qualified to negotiate with me, unless you want her to die."

Jiang Wan frowned, looking at Chen Qingwan's complacent look, she was a little uncertain: "Okay, I will do as you say."