Cheng Haoming had wanted to go too, but his mother held him back.
"Where is she going? Has she finally decided to move out?"
Madam Cheng rolled her eyes. "Or is she planning to move in with Qi Muhan?"
"Mom, can you stop talking nonsense?"
Cheng Haoming irritably tugged at his shirt collar and dropped onto the sofa nearby.
"What? In my own home, I'm not even allowed to speak anymore?"
"Get this straight: this is my home, not hers!"
What a vixen. She was leaving, yet she still had to throw their household into chaos.
"Yes, this is your home. If you like guarding it, then go ahead and guard it!"
Cheng Haoming had already been annoyed to death, and now he was even more irritated.
He stood up and headed upstairs, planning to pack a few changes of clothes and some toiletries as well.
"What do you mean?" Madam Cheng chased after him, somewhat stunned.
"I'm not talking to you. I'm going to take Xiao Qiao to the convalescent home. I'll stay with her for a few days before coming back."
Madam Cheng's voice rose several pitches at once. "You're going to stay with her at the convalescent home?"
"What about Xiao Xin? She's still carrying your child, and you..."
Cheng Haoming's expression changed, and he hurriedly glanced upstairs.
"Do you want everyone to know that I betrayed my wife and slept with a little maid?"
"Or do you want Xiao Qiao to find out about this, so it will stimulate her, make her illness relapse, or even make her divorce me?"
Madam Cheng snorted. "So what if she divorces you?"
"She's a hen that can't lay eggs. Shouldn't she have the sense to give up her position on her own? I don't want my biological grandson to