They weren't the ones getting beaten, after all. They might as well enjoy the show!
Qiu Yuhe was also stunned by her idiot son's words. How could he say such things in the same unreasonable tone Xiao Mingzhu used?
At that moment, Qiu Yuhe seriously wondered whether this man had truly come from her womb.
She also regretted leaving her son in Count Songhe's care. Just look at what he had raised him into.
Only then did Count Songhe finally arrive. He had already heard what had happened from others, but he did not think he had done anything wrong. The first thing he did upon arriving was blame Qiu Yuhe.
"Lady Qiu, haven't you made enough of a fuss? At your age, why are you copying youngsters and demanding a divorce?" Count Songhe looked respectable enough. He lacked the greasy look and paunch common to middle-aged men and appeared rather refined, like a gracious gentleman.
In reality, however, he was a lump of dog shit wrapped in an ornate shell. His exterior looked exquisite, but anyone who came even slightly closer could smell the sickening stench.
"Why do I want a divorce? Don't you know perfectly well?" Qiu Yuhe had been rather hot-tempered in her youth. Only after marrying and having a child had her temper gradually softened.
Now, in her fury, Qiu Yuhe raised her hand and slapped Count Songhe across the face, showing something of the fierceness of her younger days.
"Was I, Qiu Yuhe, so unmarriageable back then that I had to marry you? You already had someone in your heart, yet you coveted my Qiu Family's money and knelt outside my gates for three days to prove your devotion.
"I believed you and married you. After our wedding, I worked tirelessly to manage your declining