"Honey, the soup will be ready soon, just wait a moment."
Fan Qiuting came out of the kitchen, saw his wife Yao Jie sitting on the couch, and naturally walked over to her, taking off her shoes for her.
Seeing the heel of Yao Jie's foot, Fan Qiuting said with concern, "These shoes are hard on your feet, haven't I told you not to wear them? Let me give you a foot rub later."
"Enough!" Yao Jie snapped: "Can't you, as a grown man, stop mothering so much? Don't you find it annoying?"
She retracted her foot and threw her clothes at Fan Qiuting.
Fan Qiuting, without any complaints or dissatisfaction, hung up her clothes for her.
"Honey, don't be angry, I'll stop nagging. Come wash your hands, I made your favorite braised pork."
"Where's the child?"
"Just finished breastfeeding, and fell asleep." Fan Qiuting pleaded, "Honey, we haven't had any alone time for a long time."
He walked over to her, intending to touch Yao Jie, but she dodged away.
"Sit down, I have something to tell you."
Fan Qiuting slightly frowned, having a bad feeling, but obediently sat down.
Yao Jie stared at Fan Qiuting's face and said without any emotion: "Let's get a divorce."
"Honey, are you confused from being tired? If there's anything that I haven't done well, you can tell me!" Fan Qiuting felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
Yao Jie crossed her arms across her chest, her eyes filled with endless indifference, "Don't you really understand?"
Fan Qiuting's heart clenched, but he still shook his head.
"Fan Qiuting, oh Fan Qiuting, just look at your useless state! Do you even look like a normal man? All day anything you do is washing, cooking, and taking care of our child. Are you still a man?”
Harsh words pierced Fan Qiuting's heart, causing him pain. He tried to smile and said, "I can start looking for a job."
"Finding a job? Is it that easy to find a good job? Even if you're able to find one netting you 3,000 to 5,000 yuan per month, it still wouldn't be enough to afford our child's formula, let alone support a family."
Fan Qiuting drew a deep breath and said, "Wife, we've been married for two years. Since we've come to this point, let's be honest with each other. Why do you want a divorce?"
"I'm having an affair," Yao Jie uttered in a calm voice.
Fan Qiuting felt a buzzing in his ears. What he couldn't accept even more was the way she spoke so indifferently about it.
"Who is he?"
Looking at Fan Qiuting, who unknowingly clenched his fist, Yao Jie's contempt for him deepened.
"Do you think if I tell you, you would dare to confront him? I'll tell you. I'm having an affair with Dong Wenjun of Wuhu Group."
Fan Qiuting fell into a brief silence. Seeing his reaction, Yao Jie felt even more disappointed.
"Our child is just over a year old. Can we not divorce?" Fan Qiuting, suppressing his fury, pleaded after thinking about their child.
"Do you know what I loathe about you the most, Fan Qiuting? It's your spineless manner!" Yao Jie, her eyes filled with unhidden disgust, proclaimed, "I'll handle the matter of our child."
"Furthermore, our child will be happier with his real father."
The buzzing noise in Fan Qiuting's mind was deafening. Did the child belong to his biological father?
"What did you just say?"
"Who gave you the audacity to roar at me?" Yao Jie fiercely pushed Fan Qiuting away. Fan Qiuting, unable to keep his balance, tumbled down from the tea table.
"Fan Qiuting, you wouldn’t actually think that I married you because I liked you, would you? The reason I married you was that I was already pregnant at that time."
"But we…"
"Yes, we indeed shared a bed. But just on your merit, do you think you could make me pregnant?"
"If the child were yours, do you think I would give birth to it?"
"You are certainly a good learner and very motivated. However, there are too many people like you in society. In our eyes, you are just a struggling fish!"
"You have been a son-in-law in our Yao family for two years. It's your ancestors' cumulative virtue manifesting itself. Look yourself in the mirror and open your eyes. Men like you who live off women are destined to be unpopular with women."
Listening to the ruthless words of the woman in front of him, Fan Qiuting felt an unbearable pain in his heart, as if he couldn’t breathe.
"I guess I've made myself clear enough now? You’d better get out of here right now." Yao Jie sneered, "The divorce agreement will be sent to you by my lawyer. According to our prenuptial agreement, neither the property under my name nor the house will be given to you.”
"As for your assets…"
Upon uttering these words, Yao Jie couldn’t help but smirk. This waste of a man had pockets cleaner than his face, even the pocket money he received monthly was coming from her.
What kind of assets could he possibly have?
Thinking of this, Yao Jie couldn’t even find the appetite to eat. She promptly went upstairs.
Before Fan Qiuting could recover from such great shock, Yao Jie had already thrown his belongings down from the staircase.
"Take your stuff and get lost."
The box contained all of Fan Qiuting's clothes and belongings, which didn't even fill half of it.
Fan Qiuting picked up his stuff, and to his surprise, found himself smiling.
He observed the woman upstairs who had always held herself above him, and he could feel his heart completely dead.
"Thank you."
Upon hearing his gratitude, Yao Jie snorted coldly, without taking a glance at him.
Fan Qiuting looked at the cold winter rain outside, his expression gradually becoming calm.
"Thank you, Yao Jie, for making me understand that your so-called feelings for me were all a lie."
Second Floor!
Watching the pitiful Fan Qiuting entering the rain, Yao Jie's eyes were frighteningly cold.
"Wen Jun, that spineless trash has been kicked out by me. Do you want to come and see me and the child?" At this moment, Yao Jie, with a face full of charming shyness, carried a hint of flirtatious demeanor.
"Good baby, hubby is on his way." Dong Wenjun laughed over the phone.
Upon hearing the word 'baby,' Yao Jie blushed ever more deeply, immediately rushing into the dressing room.
Community Entrance!
Fan Qiuting hauled his suitcase, allowing the rain to drench him.
Splatter—
A speeding Mercedes came rushing past, splashing all the puddle water onto Fan Qiuting, drenching him like a drowned rat.
The car slowly backed up and finally stopped near Fan Qiuting.
"Fan Qiuting?"
"Do you know me?" Fan Qiuting responded blankly.
"How could I not know you? After all, you've been taking care of my daughter for over a year now." Dong Wenjun cracked a smile, pulling out a wad of money: "Considering your diligence, this is my reward for you."
"I heard that after you graduated, you lost your job. If you're truly out of options, take my name card and come to Wuhu Group. I just so happen to lack a janitor there."
After dropping the name card, Dong Wenjun boasted: "Jiejie is still waiting for me, I won't keep you for long."
"By the way, I heard you've never laid a hand on her? She's getting impatient, or else I wouldn't be here now."
After saying this, Dong Wenjun laughed heartily as his car revved up to leave.
"Heh, so there's really a toad that's aiming for swan’s meat, huh?"
Inside the security room, the two security guards who saw Fan Qiuting's extremely shabby scene, couldn't help but sneer: "Wait, what is he doing?"
"Holy cow, he's not trying to strip down and run, is he?"
They saw Fan Qiuting taking off his coat, trousers, and so on!
"Damn, has the guy gone mad?"
"It might be a suicide attempt. Let's go out, we can't let him die here."
"Let's go, hurry up!"
