Su Qin now hates Ye Xiaohua to the core. Her good son, who was originally filial and obedient, has been disobeying her in every way since he got together with Ye Xiaohua. Now, he is even turning against his own mother for that woman.

She felt that Ye Xiaohua was the culprit behind all of this, and that He Yan was treating her this way because of Ye Xiaohua.

He Yan showed no concern for his mother's feelings. On the contrary, he worried that his already strained relationship with Ye Xiaohua might become even more distant because of his mother's actions.

He Yan propped his head up, his mind filled with images of Xiao Hua; he was currently in a state of unrequited love.

Although Xiaohua is already 25 and has a child, she doesn't look her age at all. Because she dresses like a student at school, wearing t-shirts, jeans, white canvas shoes, and a high ponytail, she looks like an 18 or 19-year-old girl.

On the first day of school after military training, she received many love letters.

Xiao Hua looked at the younger brothers who were four or five years younger than her and smiled helplessly.

She didn't throw the love letters in the trash, nor did she open them; she simply took them home and threw them into a drawer.

Kang An went to her room to play and rummaged through her drawers looking for things to play with. He found these love letters. She thought they looked like letters, but she couldn't read them, so she took them to He Yan.

"Dad, is this a letter?"

He Yan took it and glanced at it: To be opened by Ye Xiaohua

"It must be a letter from your mother. Where did you get it from?"

“I took it from my mom’s drawer. Dad, open it and see what’s written inside. Read it to me.”

Kang An is just curious; kids are curious about things they've never seen before.

"These are Mom's things, Dad shouldn't open them, or Mom will get angry."

He Yan also wanted to open them to see who had written the letters to Xiao Hua and what they contained, but he was afraid that Xiao Hua would be angry.

"It's okay, my mom is very understanding, she won't be angry. Dad, if you don't read it to me, I'll get angry."

He Yan hesitated for a moment, then carefully opened the package and told Kang An, "You asked Dad to open it, so Dad opened it. You can't just turn around and tell Mom, making her angry with Dad."

Kang An shook his head firmly: "I won't, Dad. Let's pinky swear and hang ourselves for a hundred years, and it won't change."

He Yan opened the book and read the first line, and anger began to slowly rise within him.

The letter reads as follows: Dear Ye Xiaohua, my name is Zhang Kang, and I come from Qingchuan Province… The first time I saw you upon entering the school, I felt you were a cheerful, bright, and youthful girl, and I was unconsciously attracted to you… I think it was love at first sight, and I hope we can date and become boyfriend and girlfriend.

The second letter, without exception, was also a confession of love, and the next four, five, six, seven, and eight were the same.

He Yan was so angry that he wanted to burn them all. Ye Xiaohua knew these were love letters, so why didn't she throw them in the trash? Instead, she took them home and put them in her drawer.

So, is she planning to keep it so she can occasionally look back at other people's affectionate words to her?

"Dad, why aren't you reading it? What does it say?"

Kang An was all ears and eagerly waiting.

He Yan made up a story: "They are all self-introductions written by your mother's classmates. This letter says that the person named Zhang Kang is very happy to meet your mother, and that letter says that the person named Li Jie is also very happy to meet your mother. They are all these kinds of things."

"Oh, never mind then, you don't need to read it, it's not very interesting anyway!"

After saying that, Kang An ran to his room to do crafts.

Despite his anger, He Yan still carefully folded and neatly stored all the love letters in Xiao Hua's drawer. He felt like the most aggrieved and pathetic wife in the world, watching helplessly as these young men wrote love letters to his wife, not daring to question them, and obediently putting the letters away.

When He Yan opened the drawer to put away Ye Xiaohua's love letters, he saw a gift box with a small card attached. The card had a strong, bold line of text: "Happy Birthday, Mr. Zhou! May you have many more birthdays to come!"

He Yan had seen Xiao Hua's handwriting before, and she was quite certain that it was written by Xiao Hua.

I couldn't resist opening the gift box. Inside was a men's tie from a well-known brand, worth several hundred yuan. He also had one, which his mother bought for his birthday. She said that a mature man should always have a valuable and tasteful tie. He even said that his mother was too wasteful, as the tie cost almost a month's salary for an average person.

In this drawer, there are seven or eight love letters written to her by young boys, as well as some expensive ties that she carefully prepared for a mature man.

He slammed the drawer shut. How ironic!

His first wife is a joke.

Suddenly, he didn't want to try or persevere anymore. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, Xiaohua wouldn't even glance at him.

He Yan left Xiao Hua's room and walked to Kang An's side, where Kang An was diligently doing handicrafts.

He Yan lovingly patted his daughter's head and gently asked her, "Baby, do you want Mommy and Daddy to be together?"

Kang An turned to look at He Yan, who looked somewhat sad and dejected, and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't care, but I know my mom doesn't want to, and you, Dad, really want to, so I don't care."

He Yan had expected this answer, but he was still saddened.

"Honey, if Mommy and Daddy were separated and we weren't together, would you feel sad?"

He Yan, undeterred, continued to ask.

Kang An shook his head: "No, Dad, you only appeared recently. Before you came along, Mom and I were very happy together."

Kang An probably felt that her father wasn't sad enough, so she added, "I have my mother, so it doesn't matter if I have a father or not. I won't be sad."

He Yan stared blankly at Kang An, two lines of clear tears sliding down his cheeks.

He was a joke in front of Xiaohua, and a joke in front of his own daughter.

What else does he need to do for this mother and daughter to even have a place for him in their hearts?

He Yan left, and for the first time, he didn't let Xiao Hua chase him away. He took the initiative to leave Xiao Hua's house early and drove aimlessly around the streets.

Finally, they arrived at the home of their good friend Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan could tell from his wife's appearance that he had been rejected by her again.

"What's wrong? Tell me, buddy, let me give you some advice."

He Yan sat blankly on the sofa, his eyes vacant. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Lu Zhan, I want to end my vacation early!"