At that moment, he went to the courthouse with Feng Cuihua and Wang Dachui. They were originally there to file a lawsuit, but Zhang Qingyuan shamelessly insisted on following them, saying he couldn't rest easy leaving Feng Cuihua. Indeed, their public display of affection was almost too much for him.
From Zhang Qingyuan and Feng Cuihua, he indeed sensed that particular kind of elderly love—calm like water, yet with stirring undercurrents.
At five in the afternoon, the group returned to the nursing home.
Zhang Qingyuan was the most excited. He said to Feng Cuihua, "Now we just wait for the court to accept the case and schedule a hearing. Your sons... it will be time to teach them a lesson then."
"Should we... talk about the wedding and registration?"
Hearing his words, Feng Cuihua's face turned red, and she couldn't help but lower her head. Although she was already seventy-five years old, she still felt inevitably shy at that moment.
