The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2352: We Won’t Quarrel Anymore (2)

"Rusong." A sudden wave of fear washed over Feng Caie.

"I consent to your divorce." Yang Rusong cast a glance at the pair, "I’ll assist in drafting the divorce papers. It’s preferable to part ways rather than bicker endlessly each day." His gaze shifted to Yang Ruohuai, "Ruban is gone forever, Ruyu’s whereabouts remain a mystery, and I won’t allow you to destroy Ruohuai as well."

Clutching his head, Yang Baichuan dropped into a squat, weeping without a sound. Were he still a capable husband, he’d never block a woman like Feng Caie from departing. Yet his virility had long since deserted him, leaving him desperate to hold onto his wife and kids.

Feng Caie bowed her head in silence as well. Bitterness filled her heart. Had she foreseen this outcome, she’d have shown kindness to Xun Hui instead of Dong Wenxiu’s household back then. Without her resistance to the main branch, her spouse wouldn’t have suffered injury, their daughter could still be with them, and their second boy might have survived unscathed. Deep hatred burned for the main branch, yet profound dread gripped her soul too.

Her words about splitting up had erupted from fury alone. A true separation meant the Feng family would reject her, and even Light’s wife would pose an obstacle. Besides, without the family, how would she sustain herself?

"Ruohuai will remain under my care from here on. I’ll raise and teach him myself. Do as you please, but henceforth, our ties are severed." With that, Yang Rusong faced Yang Baihe, "As for you, Yang Baihe, Grandma has passed, Grandpa lies wounded— as a junior, I can no longer watch over you. Go your own way."

"What are you saying?" Yang Baihe’s brows furrowed tightly.

"I’m saying I’ll handle father, mother, grandpa, and grandma, but supporting you isn’t my duty." Yang Rusong let out a cold snort. "From this point forward, fend for yourselves." Then he summoned Yang Ruohuai, "Would you like to live at the school with me?"

"Yang Rusong, I’m your aunt—this is my house! How dare you cast me aside?" Yang Baihe shouted furiously, "I warn you, you cannot forsake me like this." She whirled about, stormed indoors, and banged the door closed.

Yang Rusong remained utterly unmoved.

"Big brother, I want mom and dad..." Yang Ruohuai rushed forward and clung to Feng Caie’s leg.

"Rusong, don’t forsake this family." Panic gripped Yang Baichuan too. His eldest son was the only one displaying any potential now. Should this son truly cut them off, what fate awaited him? He couldn’t resist pulling at Feng Caie, "Wife, abandoning the Yang Family without a son—do you truly believe life will improve?"

Inner turmoil and anguish tore at Feng Caie.

"Mom, please don’t separate..." Yang Ruohuai wept bitterly, "I promise to behave from now on. I can’t bear losing dad and mom..."

Redness crept into Yang Rusong’s eyes. He too dreaded parting from his parents.

"Rusong, no more causing chaos from me." Feng Caie lifted her gaze abruptly, "I’ll conduct myself rightly going forward. You’re my boy—you mustn’t abandon your mother." Sonless, who would mourn her at life’s end? Impossible!

"If you truly live righteously, why would I ever turn away?" Yang Rusong wiped his nose, "But should you persist in stirring chaos..."

"No more chaos." Yang Baichuan shook his head vigorously, "Your father acted the fool before, but wasn’t that your grandma’s spoiling? After all these ordeals, though, I’ve come to my senses. We won’t make trouble anymore. We’ll live decently and tend to your grandpa well."