The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy
chapter-2017

“Where’s Ding Junqi?” Ding Haonan asked.

“He’s in the study. He’s talking to Le Tian’s dad,” Le Tian’s mother said as she pointed to the study with the raise of her chin.

Ding Haonan nodded and stood up. Mrs. Ding quickly grabbed his wrist. “Don’t beat your son.”

After saying that, Mrs. Ding looked awkwardly at Le Tian’s mother. He was her son, after all.

Le Tian’s mother could relate too.

Ding Haonan went straight to the study. Mrs. Ding wrung her hands together and looked at the study worriedly.

“Grandpa, don’t hit Daddy!”

Ding Yuejia’s sharp scream came from the study room. Mrs. Ding shot up from her seat but she resisted the urge to go over.

“Mr. Ding, let’s talk nicely.” This was Le Tian’s father’s voice. Perhaps Mr. Le did not expect that this gentle and sophisticated Mr. Ding would raise his crutch at his son immediately after greeting him.

“Why are they fighting?” Le Tian’s mother asked as she ran to the study.

The door of the study was half-closed. Ding Junqi was kneeling on the ground. Ding Haonan’s crutch hit Ding Junqi’s back one hit after another. Ding Junqi endured it in silence while letting his father hit him.

Even though it was not his fault at all.

However, there was no way for him to explain—neither of them could. This was a burden that he would not throw on Le Tian’s shoulders, so he could only shoulder it himself.

“I’ve taught you to be responsible when you were young. And you did this?” Ding Haonan hit Ding Junqi with every word he spoke. It was painful to watch.

Mrs. Ding stood at the door, not daring to enter. She could only watch as her husband beat her son up.

“Grandpa, Grandpa, don’t hit Daddy,” cried Ding Yuejia as he hugged Ding Haonan’s leg. He suddenly recalled something and ran outside while wiping his tears. Then, he pulled out his little mobile phone from the sofa and called Le Tian’s number.

Le Tian was lying on the bed and chatting with Wen Shan. When she saw her son’s caller ID, she quickly picked up the call.

“Here’s a person who has a son—”

“Uuuugh… Mommy, come back quickly! Daddy’s going to die getting beaten by Grandpa.” Ding Yuejia sobbed pitifully on the other side of the line. Perhaps he cried for too long, his childish voice sounded hoarse.

At that moment, Le Tian was sitting on the bed, stubbed by her son’s words. She turned around to look at Wen Shan with a stiffened neck. “Yuejia said that his grandpa’s beating Ding Junqi to death.” After Le Tian finished speaking, she finally came to her senses and hurriedly got off the bed. “Lend me your Papa Nalan’s car for a bit!”

Wen Shan looked at Le Tian who scrambled out of the door. Still, she claimed that she did not like him. Who was she kidding?

If she really had no feelings for him, she would have nothing to do with him even if he was beaten to death. Why must she run so fast?

On the way back, Le Tian was informed that Ding Yuejia’s grandparents and father were at her house. Now that his grandfather was tired from beating Ding Junqi, Grandpa Le managed to persuade him to stop.

“Uuuuu, Mommy, will Daddy be beaten to death?” In his grandmother’s arms, Ding Yuejia was still worried about his father.

Beaten to death? Considering how thick-skinned he was, how could he die from getting beaten?

“Mommy will be back soon.” Le Tian’s heart ached for her son and—

Only a loser would reserve any heartache for that man.

Ding Yuejia could not bear to hang up the phone. Only by talking to his mother that Ding Yuejia could stop himself from crying.

Le Tian drove all the way home. When she got out of the car, she rushed straight into the elevator. When she finally reached her house, her hand trembled uncontrollably as she twisted the door handle. Why did that person come to her house for no reason?

The moment Le Tian opened the door, the first thing she saw was the four living Buddhas in the living room, Ding Junqi kneeling on the ground, and Ding Yuejia, who ran over to hug her legs with tears streaking down his face.

So, she had rushed back in all urgency. Was this a bad time to be back?