"Achoo! Achoo!" rubbing her nose, Han Ruochen turned to look at the room of her mother; she inwardly wondered whether the woman was cooking up another scheme against her or something. Because as far as she knew, Meng Yunhan was not the kind of person who would give up easily. Maybe that woman was really cooking something in her mind.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Her thoughts snapped back to the dining table when she heard her brother speak. She raised her head and looked in the direction of her father, who was heading toward the cellar with the wine bottle. Han Yong was frowning at the sight and said to their father, "Where are you taking the wine?"

"To the cellar, this is a precious thing. I will use it when Ruochen gets married." Han Yichen was looking like a child as he cradled the wine bottle in his arms. He couldn’t do much when his eldest daughter got married, so he dreamt of fulfilling his leftover wishes at Han Ruochen’s wedding.

"Dad, just drink the wine," Han Ruochen said helplessly. "Even if you keep it safe, it will end up missing like the rest of your treasured wine bottles." Just like her father, Yun Xinye was quite a wine lover; thus, every bottle of wine that her father saved ended up in the hands of that man, so instead of letting someone else benefit, she might as well let her father drink this wine.

Han Yichen pursed his lips when he heard Han Ruochen’s remark. Indeed, Meng Yunhan had sent more than ten of his precious wine bottles to her maternal aunts and uncles. So even if he kept the wine bottle at home, they would end up being sent away. He couldn’t help but sigh. There were only a few people at home, and yet they had to act so sneakily as if they were living among thieves and bandits. Maybe this family that he took as joined and peaceful had long been separated before he even knew about it.

"Alright, let’s open it." Since things had become like this, there was no point in keeping such a good thing in the cellar.

As for the rest of the things, he would deal with them tomorrow morning.

However, the next morning, things escalated just as everyone had expected. Meng Yunhan, who hid in her room last night, as she wanted to show her might, was stumped when she found out who visited her.

"Who did you say came to look for Han Ruochen?" Meng Yunhan was certain that she had misheard something. There was no way. There was no way ’the’ Zhai family came to look for Han Ruochen; what could they even possibly want from that useless, wretched child? The old witch told her last night that Han Ruochen had tough luck and no one could snatch anything that she did not want to share.

Just as she expected, that brat was of no use to her or Han Ziyan.

Even her luck was of no use to them.

She was still reeling from the shock of what happened last night; now Han Yichen was telling her that she missed out on such great figures as Old Master Zhai? Why did she block all the noise last night? Why did she start playing the radio? If she had paid attention, then she would have heard something and come to greet the Zhai family!

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Meng Yunhan couldn’t help but angrily ask.

"Why should I tell you?" Han Yichen sneered coldly. "You are the matriarch of the Han family! You should have come out last night without someone inviting you, but what did you do? You stayed inside your room. Since that is what you wanted to do, I let you do it. So why are you getting angry now?"

"You!" Meng Yunhan was furious. She could have gotten close to the Zhai family’s old master if this damned family had just treated her like she was a member of their family, but they did not even care about her. "In the end, it is all because you do not take me as your wife! If you had even the slightest bit of respect, then you would have called for me."

Han Yichen was simply tired. He waved his hand and then said to Meng Yunhan, "You can think whatever you want. But I have stated my stance clearly: if you don’t want to act as the matriarch of this family, then we can separate. It’s not like I cannot make do without you."

Han Yichen did not want to divorce Meng Yunhan, but after what happened, a fear settled in his heart. This woman dared to treat his children like this when he was alive; what would she do if something were to happen to him? Rather than becoming the backbone of the family, she might skin his children until they were all flesh and bones.

Because of this very reason, he was now very terrified of Meng Yunhan and couldn’t help but take his mother’s words to heart.

"Han Yichen, how can you sing the same heartless tune as your mother!?" demanded Meng Yunhan angrily. "I have given birth to your children, and now you want to divorce me? Where is your heart?"

"I don’t need to answer your questions. " Han Yichen picked up his bag and strode out of the room. "If you do not want to live comfortably with me, then we can separate anyway. The amount of money that you have shared with your maternal family in the city is quite a lot! They can spare an extra bowl for you."

Meng Yunhan’s face turned pale when she heard his words. She chased after him, wanting to fight with Han Yichen, as she did not want to end the matter on such a note. However, before she could say anything to her husband, she was distracted by the sight of him holding Han Beijiang in his arms and coddling him. For a few minutes all the thoughts simply vanished from her head.