Zhou Anran choked at her daughter's question.
Xiao Qingya immediately ran to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of water, obediently handing it to her mother.
"Thank you, Little Ya. My daughter is so clever and filial," Zhou Anran praised and drank the water.
The uncomfortable feeling in her throat subsided, but not uneasiness in her heart. Divorce?
Considering the women's weaker position, that was something that rarely occurred here. The notion itself felt quite foreign, and yet, she didn't reject it.
Somehow, it felt familiar.
Most men would never divorce their wife, but they would take in concubines. Women were generally the ones suffering; they had to accept their husband's affairs.
However, it was also too rare for women to initiate the divorce. Almost never happened. As a weak woman, they were regarded as a burden and would be living a worse fate once they had no man's protection. As such, they could only endure it.
[Little Ya, this is your grandfather's matters.]
