My College Teacher is My Children's Mom-Chapter 762 An Lan Wants A Divorce

Liu Bo and An Lan used to live in Yangcheng, but as their business grew, the family eventually moved away. Their two sons, both younger than the Four Treasures, had found girlfriends and were just waiting for an auspicious date to get married. With the distance and everyone busy with their own lives, Lin Feng and his wife weren’t too clear on their situation, other than knowing that their lives were bustling.

During the day, Zhang Yuxi called to say that An Lan was planning to file for divorce. The reason she gave was that this wasn’t the life she wanted, she no longer had feelings for Liu Bo, and it was better to part amicably. Now that their sons were grown and no longer needed her, she felt the marriage was unnecessary.

Lin Feng called Liu Bo to get in touch. An Lan had gone abroad, and for once, Liu Bo didn’t chase after her. Instead, he returned to Yangcheng to handle some affairs and catch up. Sure enough, Liu Bo’s call came.

At a late-night street-side food stall, Liu Bo waved at Lin Feng. "Bro, over here."

Lin Feng took a seat and got straight to the point. "What’s going on with you and An Lan? Yu Xi said she wants a divorce?"

Liu Bo was silent for a moment. "Yeah, we’re planning to divorce."

Lin Feng didn’t try to persuade him. Their marriage has always been full of quarrels; it’s a wonder they made it this far. A divorce isn’t too surprising. It seems like life has been difficult for both of them. A relationship is like a glass of water—only the one drinking it knows if it’s hot or cold.

Lin Feng could only sigh. "Back when you two were struggling to build your business, you survived everything life threw at you. How is it that you can’t go on now?"

Liu Bo took a sip of his drink. "I know, right? We were so in love back then. How did we end up like this?"

Seeing that Liu Bo still had feelings for An Lan, Lin Feng asked, "You’re not going to try to save it this time?"

Liu Bo glanced at him. "No. If she wants a divorce, then so be it. It’s better for us to just let each other go." He looked both perplexed and envious. "Bro, you and sister-in-law have been married for nearly thirty years, and your love is as strong as ever. How do you do it?"

Before Lin Feng could answer, he added to himself, "An Lan and I... I’m afraid we’ll never be like you two."

Seeing that Liu Bo’s mind was made up, Lin Feng said, "As long as you’ve both thought it through. You’re both adults."

Liu Bo didn’t say any more on the subject and poured Lin Feng a drink. "Come on, bro, drink up! It’s rare for us to get together like this. Tonight, we don’t go home until we’re drunk."

Lin Feng had no choice but to drink with his brother.

They drank from nine at night until one in the morning, when Liu Bo finally collapsed onto the table and didn’t get back up. He was fast asleep.

Lin Feng, however, didn’t feel the slightest bit drunk. After paying the bill, he got Liu Bo into a car and found a designated driver to take them home.

As an elderly woman and a light sleeper, Zhou Cuilan heard the commotion and came out to check. "He’s very drunk, isn’t he? Should I get him some water?"

"Yes, please. Thanks, Mom."

「The next day.」

Lin Feng was taking Xiaobao to school early in the morning when he received a call from Lin Jiajun. "Brother Feng, are you free right now?"

Judging by his tone, something must have happened, Lin Feng thought.

"I’m free. What’s up?"

"My mom had a terrible headache last night and couldn’t sleep. We took her for a check-up first thing this morning. The doctors said they found a tumor in her brain!"

Lin Feng pulled the car over to the side of the road. "How big is it?"

"Two centimeters. The doctors don’t know if it’s benign or malignant. They said its location is particularly tricky, so if it’s malignant, conservative treatment is the only option."

"And even if it’s benign, she’ll still suffer from chronic headaches."

After hearing Lin Jiajun out, Lin Feng thought for a moment before asking, "When are they doing the biopsy?"

"The procedure is underway right now. The results will take a few days... Brother Feng, I... I’m just devastated."

Compared to his eldest brother Lin Rui, Lin Jiajun felt closer to Lin Feng. Now that his father, Lin Feng’s second uncle, had passed away, Lin Jiajun had come to rely on Lin Feng as an anchor, even though Lin Feng was younger.

"I’ll come over."

"No, don’t, Brother Feng. You don’t need to make the trip. I just... I needed to tell someone."

He was just getting over the grief of his father’s death, and now this devastating news had left him reeling.

When Lin Feng returned home, Liu Bo was already packed and ready to leave.

"Where are you headed? I’ll give you a ride."

"I’d appreciate that, bro. Thanks."

Three days later, Liu Bo left Yangcheng.

Another few days passed before the second aunt’s biopsy results came back. They were benign. She would have to deal with long-term headaches, and the doctor sent her home with a large bag of medication. The news naturally spread through the family group chat, and everyone called to reassure their aunt, telling her not to worry.

This time, however, the second aunt’s mentality was uncharacteristically positive. She was almost eighty, she said, and had already been preparing for the end. She had even begun arranging her own affairs. She brushed off any talk of it being inauspicious, insisting it was a necessary process that no one could avoid.

At the end of September, Zhang Yuxi returned home, her mission in L City a resounding success. Now, all she could do was wait for her next assignment from her superiors. Suddenly, she found herself idle. It felt nice for the first few days, but she soon grew restless. Not having work to do made her anxious.

Lin Feng knew she was used to being busy and needed something to occupy her time.

"Honey, didn’t Yangcheng University invite you to be a guest lecturer for a while? You could give that a try."

"But... alright. I suppose I do need to find something to do."

That day, after getting dressed and ready, Zhang Yuxi declined Lin Feng’s offer of a ride. She drove to the university herself, an unexpected sense of timidity washing over her as she got closer, a feeling of ’returning home a stranger’. Memories came flooding back. The campus had changed quite a bit, but she navigated to the office from memory.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng was at a parent-teacher conference. The teacher spared no praise for Xiaobao, commenting on her significant improvement and high level of self-motivation that semester.

The long holiday break arrived amidst the family’s happy bustle. The couple spent a whole night discussing where to go on vacation and had just decided on a trip abroad when Xiaobao received an offer for a role in a film.

It had been a while since Xiaobao had taken an acting role—not for lack of offers, but because Lin Feng felt none of the characters suited her. As it turned out, Lin Feng had a wickedly sharp eye for scripts. The few films that had previously approached Xiaobao all flopped so hard their own mothers wouldn’t have recognized them.

Lin Feng spent two days reading the new script and was genuinely excited about the role offered to Xiaobao. It was a film with a major twist at the end, and Lin Feng thought the ending could be legendary.

The director was unknown.

Lin Feng asked about the production, and from the director’s hemming and hawing, he could tell there was a problem. Sure enough, the director admitted that the investors weren’t optimistic about the script. They had only allocated five million yuan, and they’d had to beg for even that much. Approaching Xiaobao was a complete shot in the dark; they never actually expected her to accept. With Xiaobao’s status, getting her would be a huge draw for the film, but they truly couldn’t afford her.

"How much investment do you need?"

"One... ten million..."

"Have you signed a contract with that investor yet?"

"N-not yet! Could it be... Director Lin, you want to invest?"

Everyone in the entertainment industry knew that Lin Feng was a generous financier. When he invested in films, he just provided the money and gave the creators free rein. This was precisely why so many productions approached Xiaobao; there was always a chance Director Lin himself might decide to invest.

Lin Feng grunted his assent. "Mhm, I want to invest."

"We’ll waive Xiaobao’s acting fee. A cut of the profits will be enough."

On the other end of the line, the director sounded terrified that Lin Feng might change his mind. "D-Director Lin, I’ll send you the electronic contract right away!"

Lin Feng smiled. "Good."

Twenty minutes later, the contract arrived. Screams of joy erupted from the director’s office.

"YAY!!!"

"What are you screaming for? Hurry up and call Director Zhang! Tell him we don’t need his money anymore!"

"I’m calling him right now!"

They had wheedled and pestered Director Zhang for months to get that five-million-yuan investment.

And now... so long, Director Zhang