C409 Reunion
He bowed to express his apology. "No matter what, I am very grateful to Qiao An for accompanying me during this period of time. I sincerely apologize to all of you again. Finally, congratulations to Qiao An for finding her family. Congratulations to your family for reuniting."
Then, he smiled. "I will not disturb your gathering. I will take my leave first."
After saying that, he slightly nodded his head, then turned his wheelchair and left the room.
The expressions of the few people in the room were somewhat complicated. Shen Anning held Qiao An's hand and her mood was a little low.
Shen Mingyuan and Sui Yue looked at each other and did not know what to do.
Even the usually calm Shen Yijia did not react for a moment. He knew that Huo Chengzhou wanted to give everyone an explanation, but he did not expect it to be such an explanation.
He looked at Qiao An and saw that her face was calm, as if she was not affected by this matter at all.
He heaved a sigh of relief and broke the silence. "Anan, did you know about this beforehand?"
Qiao An nodded and said with a faint smile, "I know. We have made the same decision. Dad, Mom, Grandpa, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine."
Hearing her casual tone, the others finally recovered. Old Master Shen said, "That's good. Since we don't have any feelings for each other, it's good that you are divorced. The Shen family wants to keep you for a while longer. If you marry someone now, grandpa will be unhappy."
Shen Yijia had already investigated the cause and effect of Qiao An and Huo Chengzhou's marriage and told the The Shens about it.
They were forced to marry Huo Chengzhou before they even met. They had only been together for about three months. How could they have any feelings for each other?
It was the best outcome for them to divorce in time.
The mood at the dining table returned to when they were getting married. The family sat down happily once again. The dishes were served one by one, and a warm lunch started.
Shen Yijia got up and poured Qiao An a glass of juice. He raised his hand and rubbed her head. "Mom, Dad, and Grandpa, you have already shouted. Have you not called me?"
Shen Yijia's tone was very warm. Qiao An looked up and smiled at him. "Big Brother."
His voice warmed Shen Yijia's heart. His eyes became hot and his eyes became moist. "Be good. I will take care of you from now on."
Qiao An smiled. "Okay."
Unlike the warmth in the room, Huo Chengzhou, who was waiting for Huo Feng in the lobby downstairs, felt complicated.
Although his and Qiao An's marriage life was only a short three months, it had also gone from autumn to winter. Coincidentally, his heart moved.
It was a pity that Qiao An had no interest in him from the beginning until the end. Now that she had become the The Shens, and she knew that the person that night was him, as well as the grudge between the Shen and Huo families...
She probably did not have any feelings for him anymore.
A cold wind blew outside the window. The originally sunny day suddenly turned gloomy, just like how he had been feeling recently.
The ups and downs went straight into the deep valley.
Huo Feng pushed open the door and saw Huo Chengzhou sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window. His gaze was somewhat cold.
"Mr Cheng."
Huo Chengzhou retracted his gaze. "Let's go to Dingcheng."
Huo Feng was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously looked around. "Isn't today the Shen family's gathering? You and sister-in-law..."
Huo Chengzhou raised his hand to stop him. "Don't call me sister-in-law anymore. We will go and settle the divorce procedures tomorrow morning."
"What?" Huo Feng could not help being surprised. His pupils shrank. "Divorce! Why?"
Huo Chengzhou looked up and gave him a warning look. "Get in the car first."0
"Oh, okay."
Huo Feng pushed Huo Chengzhou to the parking lot and helped him get into the car. At this moment, he had a general idea in his mind, so he asked carefully when the car drove to the main street.
"Did sister-in-law believe the so-called foreign love that Moo Yuwei, that crazy person, imagined?"
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