Just as Karl left, Tang Yu arrived.
"Where's Karl?"
"Gone."
"Gone?" Tang Yu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Karl had left.
He knew it—that fool Karl stood no chance with the matriarch.
What use was good looks?
The matriarch wasn't lacking in beauty.
"Matriarch, I think that Karl doesn't seem like a good person. Think about it—what decent person dyes their hair white? He's probably gay. Maybe he's even looking for a wife as a cover to hide his homosexuality. You absolutely must not be fooled."
Tang Yu rambled on and on.
In short, Karl was no good.
Only he, Tang Yu, was a good person in this world. The matriarch must not be lured away by other men.
He, Tang Yu, and all the descendants of the Tang family would properly honor the matriarch. She must not go around picking up men recklessly.
"Are you done?" Shen Yunyun asked impatiently.
For the first time today, she felt that Tang Yu seemed a bit... scheming?
What exactly was going on in that clever head of his?
What the hell was this about being gay?
Karl had taken a liking to her and even blatantly asked if she'd be willing to exchange genes with him.
Wasn't that practically a direct invitation to bed?
Seeing the matriarch's irritation, Tang Yu immediately linked it to Karl.
"Matriarch, you're not actually into Karl, are you? What, did Karl reject you? Who does Karl think he is? How dare he turn you down? He'd better pray he never ends up in my hands, or I'll make sure he learns his lesson."
"Are you finished? If so, leave. I want some peace and quiet."
Tang Yu almost asked who this "Peace and Quiet" was.
But he didn't have the guts.
Couldn't he see the matriarch was heartbroken?
If he cracked a joke now, she'd probably kill him.
Haicheng, the Sheng residence.
"Sign it." Lin Qingyu tossed a divorce agreement in front of Sheng Sinian.
If Shen Yunyun were there, she'd recognize Lin Qingyu as the middle-aged woman who bought her Rejuvenation Pill at the auction.
Sheng Sinian glanced at the divorce agreement and sneered. "Isn't it good to be Mrs. Sheng peacefully? The women outside are just playthings. Why bother with them? Rest assured, no matter how favored those little vixens are, they'll never surpass you."
"I said divorce."
Sheng Sinian tore the agreement to shreds and mocked, "I, Sheng Sinian, don't do divorce—only widowhood."
"Mom, how old are you? Why are you acting like a young person, throwing around divorce threats? Don't you know how much trouble a divorce would cause the company? Stop making a scene." Sheng Mingyang frowned in exasperation.
Lin Qingyu turned to look at him. "Your father betrayed our marriage, betrayed this family..."
"Enough, it's the same old story. Dad's a man; socializing is inevitable. Can't you be more tolerant? Stop causing him trouble. Besides, do you really have no idea why Dad has confidantes outside? Look at yourself now—bloated, haggard, always acting like a bitter housewife. Just looking at your face makes me want to throw up last night's dinner. I bet Dad can't even get it up for you, right?"
Lin Qingyu nearly fainted from rage.
This was the son she had raised.
At that moment, she truly understood the saying: better to have raised a piece of char siu than a son like this.