Qimeilan was furious. "Well, if you dare to step out of this house, I will immediately divorce my son from you! You can do it!"

She has no money, no power, and her child has been born. How can she dare to challenge her? It's against heaven!

But Songting just smiled. When wangyuzhe packed up and went downstairs, qimeilan and her son really panicked.

She really wants a divorce?!

Wangyuzhe said wisely, "I only brought the clothes you bought for me. I didn't bring other things. Mom, let's go!"

"Yes."

"Wait, you can't take my grandson away! Song Ting, dare you! You can go, but you can't take my grandson away!"

Songting turned around and said coldly, "the money I gave to Wang Jian to do business at the beginning. Without the money I gave, how could your family have today's glory? I don't want the money! But the child was born in October. He was born from my stomach. Why can't I take him away?"

Qimeilan blushed. "Crazy! You're crazy. What are you waiting for? Hurry and get Yu Zhe back. His surname is Wang. He's a child of our family. If you want to go, you can go by yourself. If you want to go, you can get away! But you can't take my grandson away!"

Several servants were frightened by this scene. After reacting, they hurried to drag Wang Yuzhe back.

"No one of you is allowed to rob my child!"

Songtinghong held wangyuzhe in her eyes and shouted at qimeilan and Wang Jian, "he is my son. Do you know the pain I suffered when I gave birth to a child? You know that he cried in my arms because I couldn't give birth to milk. I cried in the middle of the night. When God asked me to give him milk to drink, where were you!"

Song Ting roared, and the servant was too scared to move forward.

She stared at Qi Meilan, trembling with anger. "You, my good mother-in-law, not only didn't help me during my most sad period, but also went on a trip for three months. After I came back, I just asked you where you went to play, and you told people everywhere that I resented you for going on a trip when I was in confinement."

"And you, Wang Jian, you're the one who went too far with the wild model behind my back! How hopeless I should be when I called you crying, but you were drunk on other women. Wang Jian, the most damned person is you!"

Qimeilan was so angry that she almost died.

"Enough!"

Wang Jian roared at Song Ting, "are you crazy enough? Don't you look at your virtue now! What's the use of your resentment against me? Why don't you look at yourself in the mirror? Your face is full of pregnancy spots. Every day after you remove your makeup, it's like a different person. I feel sick when I look at it. I can't mention any sexual desire for you. Who's to blame for all this? It's not you?"

"Hahaha, I blame myself." Songting cried and smiled. "People who once said they would share weal and woe, share weal and woe, and never give up, regardless of poverty or health, are now saying that they can't be interested when they see my face. Is it my fault, or is Wang Jian himself a scum man?"

"You!"

Qi Meilan said angrily, "don't talk nonsense with her. Grab Yu Zhe. Song Ting likes to die anywhere!"

Suddenly, Songting takes a fruit knife from the table and faces everyone.

Wang Jian was startled.

"Songting!"