Qian Yuxiang entered the retirement home and went straight to Mr. Qi's residence. It was a suite, beautifully decorated. They had some kind of incense burning in the room, but it smelled faint and pleasant. Back when Qian Yuxiang lived in the small Western-style building in the courtyard, Mr. and Mrs. Qi liked to light incense in the house. She had thought it smelled bad back then and complained to Qi Aiguo several times. She didn't know what Qi Aiguo had said to them, but after that, they never lit incense again.

Thinking about this, Qian Yuxiang felt a mixture of emotions in her heart, as if a bottle of seasoning had been turned over. She regretted her decision to get a divorce.

If she hadn't divorced at that time, even if she didn't live in a Western-style building, she would at least still live in a large compound. She would still be the battalion commander's wife, with a father-in-law living in a retirement home. She would still have a glorious life when she went out.

Most importantly, Qi Aiguo loves her, values her, and puts her first in everything.

She thought Qi Aiguo loved her because she was good enough. Even without Qi Aiguo, she could easily find a man better than Qi Aiguo and live a better life.

However, everything is different from what she imagined.

At first, she was frustrated by Dr. Ji Yuhui. After a period of silence, she regrouped and fell in love with several men who were excellent in all aspects, but unfortunately, none of them worked out for her. Either they disliked her because she was too old and married, or they disliked her because she did not have a decent enough job. In short, they were picky and belittled her.

The appearance she thought was an advantage was not an advantage at all in front of those powerful and mature men. They could find girls who were prettier and younger than her, so why would they choose a divorced woman like her with children?

So she sent the child to a retirement home, saying that she had to work and could not take care of the child, and returned the custody to the Qi family. She also asked Mrs. Qi for 100 yuan in compensation.

But even if she left the child behind, she couldn't find a man with better conditions than Qi Aiguo. When people heard that she was divorced and had children, few were willing to go on blind dates with her, and most of those who came were ugly.

Half a month ago, a neighbor introduced her to a man, the director of a grain station, a middle-aged widower with two children, one in junior high school. He lived in a big house and had quite a family background, but his appearance and height were very ordinary, the kind that Qian Yuxiang had never seen before.

However, Qian Yuxiang, who had suffered repeated setbacks, had already lowered her standards for choosing a partner.

When she learned that the man was wealthy, lived in a small courtyard in a Beijing alley, and had a lucrative job as the head of a grain station, she was immediately attracted to him. After meeting him, she suppressed her nausea and continued to have sex with him.

Qian thought that a man like her who could marry such a beautiful wife would definitely treat her like a treasure, just like Qi Aiguo.

But the truth was, the man didn't even take her seriously. He ordered her around and was extremely stingy with his money for her. He always insisted that all the money in the family should be left to his son and asked her not to worry about it.

Yesterday, the man wanted to take her home to spend the night, but they had not yet obtained a marriage certificate or even mentioned getting married.

She felt as disgusted as if she had eaten shit. After rejecting the man, she ran home and cried. The more she thought about it, the more she regretted it. The more she compared, the more she realized how good Qi Aiguo was.

Upon hearing that Qi Aiguo was coming to the retirement home today, she immediately dressed up carefully and came over, and finally got in under the pretext of visiting her daughter.

"What are you doing here?" Old Master Qi's voice brought Qian Yuxiang's thoughts back to her.

Qian Yuxiang glanced around the small hall. In the tidy little living room, only Old Man Qi was sitting there. No one else was there.

"Where is Nannan? I came to see Nannan." Qian Yuxiang said.

Old Master Qi snorted coldly, "You know what you are here for."

Qian Yuxiang pretended not to understand, "Dad, I really miss Nannan. I raised her, and this is the first time we've been apart for so long. How can I not miss her?"

Raised by one's own hands?

Old Master Qi doesn't even want to talk about her. Nan Nan has been raised by a nanny and her grandmother since she was a child. She is responsible for dressing her up and reading sad books every day. Has she ever taken care of Nan Nan?