After We Married, His Childhood Sweetheart Went from Moonlight to a Mosquito Bite

【The male lead chases his wife through hell, while the second male lead takes her heart.】 【Before transmigrating: a fallen noblewoman. After transmigrating: a bold, spoiled young lady who does whatever she pleases.】 Xi Lingyue transmigrated, straight into six years in the future. Her fiancé came storming toward her, apparently intent on holding her accountable. Beside him stood a beautiful young woman on the verge of tears, holding the hand of a little tyke who looked furious. Was she dreaming? This had to be a dream! Otherwise, how could she be seeing something so horrifying? Her fiancé had actually married someone else and had a child with her, and now he was telling her he wanted to take a concubine? The little tyke shouted angrily at her, “You’re a bad woman! I don’t want you to be my mother. I want Sister Ting to be my mother!” Her wicked mother-in-law planted herself there with her cane, piling on with a scolding. Xi Lingyue: “…” If she had guessed right, that was her son! And the fiancé who had just said he wanted to take a concubine was now her husband! And she had a wicked mother-in-law, too! Good heavens, what had she done to deserve such divine punishment?! There was no way she could live like this. That scumbag had once said he would treat her like a little princess. Yeah, right! Once they married, his childhood sweetheart became the moonlight in his heart, and Xi Lingyue became the bloodstain on his sleeve! Xi Lingyue spread her hands and quit on the spot. She stopped managing the household, ignored her husband and child, cut off her contributions to the household expenses, and refused to wait on them hand and foot. She was done with all of it. Xi Lingyue was once again the bold, spoiled young lady who did whatever she pleased, with servants at her beck and call. As for that scumbag and his beloved, they could go wherever they liked. But why did she keep running into the powerful young imperial uncle every time she went out? What were the odds? Later, the young imperial uncle casually asked, “Want a divorce? I can help you.”