The more Zhou Yunyan thought about it, the more regretful he felt. The next day, as soon as he got off work at noon, he went to the door of the newspaper office to wait.

He looked forward to it for a while, and then he saw Zheng Wangshu walking out, and immediately went to meet him.

After Zheng Wangshu finished his work at the newspaper, he was about to take the bus home when he was stopped by someone.

Zhou Yunyan stood in front of her, wearing a wrinkled white shirt and a flattering smile on his face. "Wangshu, I'm here to pick you up from get off work."

"Who are you? Why are you picking me up from get off work?"

Zheng Wangshu had no good feelings towards him and was about to walk around Zhou Yunyan.

Zhou Yunyan followed and stepped sideways, blocking her way.

"Wangshu, I know you're angry. But I know now that I was wrong. I shouldn't have hit you."

The expression on his face was particularly self-blaming, as if he was sincerely repenting. "Please, come back with me. Mom misses you too."

"Miss me? You miss the meals I cooked, the dishes I washed, and the floors I swept, right?"

Zheng Wangshu said sarcastically.

When the original owner was still in the Zhou family, he was no different from a servant.

Zhou Aiguo loved eating chicken soup wontons and forced her to get up in the middle of the night to simmer the soup and prepare the filling.

Zhou Yunyan loved wearing white shirts and insisted she wash them by hand. Every time a shirt came out of the wash with a small wrinkle, Zhou Yunyan would complain.

Not to mention Gao Huilan, she would find fault with anything she was not satisfied with.

She is living a good life now, she would go back to Zhou's house only if she is crazy.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Zhou Yunyan's face. "Wangshu, didn't we live a good life before? You always loved to hear me talk about work. How about we remarry?"

"What about Zheng Xinyue? Didn't she marry you? Where did you put her?"

Zheng Wangshu crossed his arms and spoke in a particularly sarcastic tone.