926: A Court Case

A Court Case

Old Master Yang sat in the car silently. He looked really unhappy. Yang Lang said, "Pa, are you not satisfied with this result?"0

Yang Po did not dare to speak.

"How could I be?" The Old Master frowned. The mighty Rose Castle could be seen from the rear-view camera. "We have been in contact with Ye Ling for so long, hoping to form connections with them. I can't believe it was ruined just like that. Y-You…"

He paused and took a quick glance at Yang Po. "You just can't make anything right."

Yang Po did not dare to say anything. In this conversation, he did not seem to have any right to speak up.

"This is all because of the old haggard woman at the Ye Family," the Old Master said. "If she had not interfered, why would Ye Ling be killed by the people from Ghost City? He lost kinship since he was young. We gave him what the Ye Family could not. Over time, the ice had already been broken. It's such a pity that we weren't given a chance."

Ye Ling's Grandma was the Old Master's younger sister. This kinship was not a secret. Everyone in the Yang Family knew it. Although they did not have very close blood relations, they were still blood-related.

Yang Po said, "Pa, Big Brother, I'm still worried that Shen Qianshu will leak the information out."

"She wouldn't dare. That is her safety amulet. You have to watch out too. Clear all those matters."

"Yes!"

Hearing that he wanted a divorce, Jing Yun's face turned pale from shock, and tears streamed down her face. Tears stained her beautiful face. "Yang Po, do you have a heart? I have been with you for so many years, and you are just telling me that you want a divorce to get rid of me. I don't want a divorce! No!"

She had just wanted to ruin Shen Qianshu's persona and reputation. How did it cause herself to lose her spot as the Mayoress!

Jing Yun was really anxious.

Yang Po said, "Get lost. If it weren't for you, would all these have happened?"

"Yang Po, I'm not going to divorce. No divorce. I know I'm in the wrong now. I will admit my mistakes to Shen Qianshu right away. I will apologize. Don't divorce." She had not even been the mayoress yet. She had not gotten enough fun being the mayoress. Getting a divorce now would be like carrying water in a wicker basket. She got nothing out of it.

She had been following Yang Po from a young age. Other than the fact that Yang Po was a little charismatic, the most important thing was that she had faith that Yang Po would gain central authority.

He could have a great future.

Who knows? She might become the First Lady.

Even in her dreams, she wanted to reach for the skies.

If she reached that stage, then she would not have to care about Shen Qianshu and Lin Xiaojuan. She could not give up on this now.

She was already married to Yang Po. She was just one step away from it.

"Old Master, I beg you. Xiao Yi is still young. What is she supposed to do when we are divorced? In the future, I will be conscientious and careful. I won't cause any more trouble. I will step out of the entertainment industry and be a good wife, a good mother. Old Master, I beg you." Jing Yun kneeled on the carpet and begged the Old Master.

Yang Lang did not feel good about this.

Although his wife was not a great beauty like Jing Yun and did not have the kind of great authority and benefits that Yang Po's ex-wife had, she was a very virtuous lady. She was always a good wife. Now, he understood deeply that having a stable inner environment was what gave a man the greatest support.

Marrying a beauty would not benefit a family like theirs at all.

Speaking of their daughter, Yang Po had some reaction.

The Old Master said, "You have been following Yang Po for so many years. The Yang Family will definitely not forget to treat you well. After the divorce, we will give you a sum that is enough for you to live a luxurious life. Xiao Yi is a child of our family. Custody goes to Yang Po. You won't win custody even if you bring this to court."

"NO!" Jing Yun shrieked. "You can't take my daughter!"

She was terribly remorseful.

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