Chapter 218: My Daughter Gave You a Son

Qin Wenshu was just returning to the main compound, passing the guard post.

From a distance, he’d seen a couple fighting and was about to go watch the commotion.

But when he got closer, he was shocked to see it was his older cousin and his wife.

He was stunned.

After all, his older cousin was a classic nice guy who rarely got angry.

"Brother, what’s going on?"

"It’s none of your business. Go on home."

Qin Wenze dragged Lan Qingman away without another word.

Watching the two of them—one dragging, the other being dragged—Qin Wenshu couldn’t help but scratch his head.

’Go on home? Which home am I supposed to go to?’

’Forget it. I’ll just go to my eldest uncle’s house first and see what’s happening.’

He ran quickly to the Qin Family Mansion.

The atmosphere there was frighteningly tense.

He couldn’t help but slow his pace, his breathing becoming much softer.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Auntie, what’s wrong?"

He asked in a hushed voice.

"Wenshu, you’re just in time. Go book some train tickets. Your aunt needs to go to Wenhao’s military base right away. He’s been injured, and we have to go see him."

Normally, their eldest son would be the one to go, but unfortunately, he was saddled with a wife like that.

"What? Brother Wenhuo’s injured? I’ll go book the tickets right now. By the way, how many should I get? How many people are going?"

"We’re all going," Old Mrs. Qin said quickly.

But Mr. Qin immediately objected. "No. You two are too old. You should just stay home. I can’t get away right now, either. It’ll be enough for Shulan and Wenshu to go."

When Old Mrs. Qin heard she wasn’t allowed to go, she was not having it.

Just as she was about to protest...

Elder Qin spoke up from the side. "That’s enough. Your legs aren’t what they used to be. Wouldn’t you just be causing trouble if you went? We can just wait for news at home. Wenhao is a good man, and fate will smile on him. He’ll definitely be fine."

Old Mrs. Qin was left speechless.

’If something really happens to him, does this mean I won’t even get to see him one last time?’

Unfortunately, no one was listening to her.

Having received his orders, Qin Wenshu quickly ran out.

"Go and pack your things. You can leave as soon as Wenshu gets back with the tickets."

Mrs. Qin’s face was etched with worry. ’Can we even get train tickets for today?’

Meanwhile, Qin Wenze had already dragged Lan Qingman to the Lan family’s home.

Father Lan and Mother Lan were shocked. "Wenzhe, what are you doing?"

Then, Mother Lan saw the red, swollen mark on her daughter’s face—clearly the print of a hand.

She instantly became furious. "Qin Wenze, you dared to hit my daughter? If you don’t give us an explanation today, this isn’t over!"

Before Qin Wenze could speak, Lan Qingman, now free from his grasp, ran over and tearfully complained, "Mom, his mother hit me, and this bastard Qin Wenze still wants to divorce me—"

The Lan family was shocked.

Coming to her senses, Mother Lan became even more incensed. "What? Qin Wenze, you... how dare you even say the word ’divorce’? My daughter gave you a son—"

Qin Wenze was speechless.

’From her tone, you’d think she’d given birth to an emperor.’

"If we can’t make it work, then we get a divorce."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Seeing him about to leave, Mother Lan grew frantic. "Qin Wenze, stop right there! You come back here and explain yourself—"

But Qin Wenze didn’t have time to waste there; he was already striding away.

There was no way Mother Lan could catch him.

Once he was out of sight, she stormed back inside. "Are you two, father and son, dead? Didn’t you think to stop him?"

Brother Lan immediately spoke up. "Mom, forget about my brother-in-law for a second. Let’s ask my sister what actually happened. Why would he suddenly want a divorce out of nowhere?"