The Art of Pursuing: The Unyielding Ex-wife-Chapter 52: If you miss home, the Xu Family always welcomes you

"Mm." She nodded gently.

"How is she doing now?"

"She’s doing well, a full-time housewife."

Xu Yisen stared at the ingredients on the shelf, as if carefully selecting them, his thin lips gently parting, explaining to her in a gentle tone, "Her mother-in-law comes from a scholarly family and doesn’t like her being in the limelight as a model. Her husband came to me many times, hoping I would find an appropriate opportunity to terminate her contract, to dissuade her from pursuing a modeling career, otherwise they’d have to break up."

Back then, the media widely reported that he terminated the contract with Wu Yuchen because she complained about Xia Yuge.

However, little did they know, he was not the mastermind behind it; it was Wu Yuchen’s husband.

After a pause, he continued, "Later, Wu Yuchen tried to sign with several well-known entertainment companies but was rejected, with no endorsements, no shows, her fame plummeted, and later she speculated that her husband was behind it. After considering for a month, she accepted her husband’s proposal and agreed to her mother-in-law’s wishes to be a housewife."

Qin Muni lowered her gaze, staring at the floor, unable to stop herself from feeling a bit shocked by the truth behind these events.

"Why explain this to me?"

Xu Yisen’s steps briefly paused, then he continued pushing the cart forward, responding sincerely, "Because I don’t want you to misunderstand."

He didn’t need to explain these things to Qin Muni, just like in the past few years when he never offered an explanation.

But now it’s different; he sincerely doesn’t want Qin Muni to misunderstand the past event like others.

Because I don’t want you to misunderstand...

A simple sentence seemed to carry a deeper meaning behind it.

Qin Muni didn’t want to ponder over the meaning of his words carefully, fearing she might speculate incorrectly, and also fearing she might accurately guess his thoughts.

When she looked up, the two had already walked to the vegetable section, and she quickly stepped forward to pick a few lotus roots, avoiding the topic.

"I haven’t had lotus root for a long time. I really miss Grandma’s lotus root and rib soup."

Xu Yisen looked at her back and curved his lips, "Grandma misses you too. When would you like to go home with me to visit her?"

"Mm, that would be nice."

After choosing the lotus roots and placing them in the bag, she turned back and put the bag in the cart, speaking with a slightly envious tone, "I really envy you."

"Why?"

"Because you have your uncle, aunt, and grandma."

Xu Yisen is undoubtedly enviable, not only because of his excellence but also because of his family.

Married into the Xu Family for three years, she hardly ever saw Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu argue. Even if they had minor conflicts, Mr. Xu would be the first to soften and coax Mrs. Xu.

Moreover, Mrs. Xu and Grandma Xu had no mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts. Even if occasionally they had disagreements, Mr. Xu could mediate well between them.

When she married Xu Yisen, she wasn’t mature enough, and she handled things somewhat immaturely, but Mr. Xu, Mrs. Xu, and Grandma Xu never blamed her. Instead, they patiently guided her and tolerated all her little whims.

Growing up in such a happy family environment, how could one not envy Xu Yisen?

Xu Yisen intended to tease her, suggesting if she was envious, she could marry back into the Xu Family.

But remembering the last time they went home together when she solemnly warned him not to bring up remarriage again, he swallowed the words that had almost escaped his lips.

Qin Muni still had some misunderstanding towards him, which was his fault for not treating her well back then. Therefore, he couldn’t rush her into remarriage, as it would only make her more resentful.

"If you miss home, the Xu Family will always welcome you."

His voice was soft and magnetic, each word flowing like the spring breeze in March, gently sweeping by, mixed with enthralling tenderness.