47 First Love

Lin Qingqian tactfully rejected the old lady’s good intentions of asking her to stay for dinner, saying that her Auntie had already prepared dinner and was waiting for her to go back.

The old lady had already heard about Lin Chaoyan’s matter, so she did not force her to stay. After she left, she got someone to call Madam Zhang in.

“Old Madam.” Madam Zhang was respectful in front of the old lady.

The old lady sat on the sofa with her hands on her walking stick and stared at her sharply. “Let me ask you, what exactly happened while I was away?”

“No, nothing happened!” Madam Zhang looked confused.

“If nothing happened, why would Qianqian want a divorce?” The old lady snorted.

Madam Zhang was the spy she had left in the Jiang family to help her keep an eye on Li Guilan, lest she bullied Qianqian without her even knowing it.

Madam Zhang rolled her eyes and spread her hands helplessly. “Old Madam, nothing really happened. Usually, the Madam would at most mock her and make things difficult for her. You know that as well.”

The old lady stared at her with her sharp eyes for a long time before waving her hand. “Got it. Carry on with your work.”

“Yes,” Madam Zhang replied and turned to leave.

The old lady sat on the sofa and pondered for a long time. She stood up and walked out of the room with her walking stick.

In the Jiang family’s ancestral hall.

Jiang Yanshen knelt in front of the memorial tablet of the Jiang Family’s ancestors in a suit. There were three incense sticks in the incense burner in front of the memorial tablet, burning quietly and floating with white mist.

The old lady walked in with her walking stick. She first burned incense and paid her respects to her ancestors, then turned around and glanced sideways at the man kneeling on the ground. She snorted. “Do you know why Qianqian wants to divorce you?”

Jiang Yanshen looked up. “I don’t know.”

“You—” The old lady was so angry at his matter-of-fact attitude that she wanted to poke his wooden head with her walking stick. “Are you trying to anger me to death?”

This b*stard did not even know why his wife wanted a divorce.

Jiang Yanshen frowned slightly, his low voice filled with helplessness. “Grandma, I don’t know why she wants a divorce, but I won’t agree to the divorce.”

The old lady had just raised her eyebrows when she heard him continue, “When she liked me, I had to marry her. Now that she doesn’t like me, I have to give her a divorce. I, Jiang Yanshen, am not so easy to dismiss.”

“You—” The old lady waved her walking stick at his back angrily. “You b*stard, what nonsense are you saying!”

Jiang Yanshen frowned and pursed his thin lips into a straight line without saying anything.

The old lady lowered her head and scolded angrily, “Do you really think I forced you to marry Qianqian to make up for what I owed her grandfather back then? Don’t I know what kind of person you are? If you miss out on a good girl like Qianqian, who else can you marry in your life?”

Jiang Yanshen didn’t say anything and listened to her continue scolding him. “You don’t know how to cherish her and still dare to be so unreasonable! Why don’t you go to heaven!

I’m telling you now, move out and live with Qianqian alone after the wedding. Your mother and Li Ruzhu are not allowed to disturb Qianqian anymore. Do you hear me?”

Jiang Yanshen’s lowered eyelashes fluttered as he looked at her and nodded. “Got it.”

The old lady took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “I don’t have many years left to live. You have to treat Qianqian well. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t have the face to see Yuanshan when I go down.”

Lin Yuanshan was Lin Qingqian’s grandfather and also Old Madam’s… first love.

Unfortunately, that era was too bitter. People were like duckweed. Once they parted, it was forever. They would never meet again in life and only missed each other.

Jiang Yanshen: “I understand, Grandma.”

The old lady’s eyes were filled with longing for her old friend and lingering guilt. She looked down at him and snorted. “Go back and reflect. Don’t be an eyesore to the ancestors here.”

Her words were filled with disdain, but she still doted on her grandson.

Jiang Yanshen stood up and left the ancestral hall. The old lady turned to look at her son’s memorial tablet and didn’t say anything. She only let out a long sigh…