Xue Fengying did not expect Feng Lei to ask such a question. She was momentarily choked for words, thinking to herself that the Feng Family members were all sharp-tongued indeed.
With a dismissive sigh, she said, "It’s just the mistake that every man under the sun makes. He’s already knelt down to beg for forgiveness, yet your aunt is as hard-hearted as iron—she won't budge at all and insists on a divorce. You tell me, what is she thinking? There’s no proof, yet she insists that Jianguo has wronged her. In my opinion, even if your uncle did do such a thing, it’s not really a big deal. A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold, isn't he? He’s willing to work hard, he knows he was wrong, and he’s focused on turning over a new leaf to live a good life. Isn't that enough? Your aunt’s temperament is the problem; how can you push a man into a corner like that? You don't know—your uncle cries whenever he sees someone. For a grown man to be pushed to such a state, it’s just… it’s desperate. Since you know about this, quickly have some people from your side come over and persuade her. A husband and wife sharing a bed is destiny; petty quarrels are normal. Young couples become companions in old age—don't take things to such extremes."
Feng Lei clenched his fists, his face stern. "I understand."
Chapter 117