The 99th Divorce

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Old Mrs. Shen stroked Yu Lili's face and arms. Her smile deepened as she declared, "You've finally put on some weight. Sigh, you look so good. You have such good fortune!"

While she was speaking, she noticed the two men standing behind Yu Lili. Her expression when she saw Ou Ming was amiable. When she looked at Wen Fenglin, Old Mrs. Shen harrumphed and said, "You got really lucky, Rascal! How on earth did you manage to come by so good a fortune? Sigh, I really like Lili. If only Lili were my granddaughter, how nice that would be!"

When Yu Lili heard that, she tugged on Old Mrs. Shen's arm and blinked her eyes. She asked, "Aren't I your granddaughter now?"

Old Mrs. Shen's face broke out in a grin as she said, "Yes, you are! Come on, come on! Granny's taking you out for a meal! Are you hungry?"

"Yeah! I'm so hungry. The food on board the plane was horrible!" Yu Lili clung on to Old Mrs. Shen's arm. She smiled sweetly as she turned to the two men behind her and waved. "Dad, Ou, hurry up!"

"Oy, you'll call your dad, 'Dad', but when it comes to your husband, it becomes 'Ou'? Can't you be a little more impartial?" Ou Ming was at a loss of whether to laugh or cry. Regardless, he pulled the luggage and followed along. "Slow down!" he called out.

"Why are you asking for us to slow down? I'm old, and I'm not even complaining. Come on, Zhilie is waiting outside." Old Mrs. Shen patted Yu Lili on her hand and whispered, "Sleepover at my place tonight. Spend a night with me."

Yu Lili smiled and happily agreed. "Sure!"

Old Mrs. Shen was elated when she heard that. She held Yu Lili's hand even more affectionately and said, "Come on, I'm taking you for some roast duck!"

Shen Zhilie's vehicle was huge. It was a six-seater stretch-limousine.

Inside, Old Mrs. Shen and Yu Lili sat right at the back, talking about significant things that had occurred recently.

Ou Ming had packed all the luggage into the vehicle. Just as he was about to sit beside Wen Fenglin, he heard someone in front say, "Ou Ming, why don't you sit in front?"

Shen Zhilie looked at him through the rearview mirror and said casually, "I have something to say to you."

Ou Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Shen Zhilie is coming at me early enough!

But, it wasn't as if Ou Ming had anything to fear. He sat in the passenger seat in front and swung the door shut.

As Shen Zhilie moved the car off, he asked, "When's the wedding?"

"Soon, at the end of the month." Ou Ming looked at him and narrowed his eyes. With a sense of victory in his heart, he remarked, "I'm pretty sure I sent you an invitation. Did you not receive it?"

The carefree expression on Shen Zhilie's face faded a little as he replied, "I didn't look at it before tossing it."

"Well, we're trying for a child. But, lately, my wife's health hasn't been too good. That's why I brought her to the Capital to rest and relax. I heard there's a temple here in the Capital that's very effective in answering the prayers of their followers. We'd like to pay a visit to that mountain and pray for a son." Ou Ming smiled offhandedly, as if he were discussing something trivial. "My wife even mentions you often. She says you're a really good person, and she's happy to have a friend like you."

Although the statement was worded as if it were a compliment to Shen Zhilie, the way Ou Ming delivered it made Shen Zhilie itch to throw a punch at him.

This guy is always asking for a beating regardless of whether he was blind or not!

"Is that so? Congratulations!"

"Thank you," Ou Ming smiled. As if he suddenly remembered something, he asked, "Didn't you say you had something to say to me?"