Ye Qingqing suddenly realized why Ye Zhiguo was acting like he'd lost half his life. That bastard was obsessed with officialdom; it took him several years to finally become the head of the security department, and now he'd been dismissed in a flash. It would probably take him a while to recover.

"You seem quite happy? Your dad was demoted, and his salary will be reduced by more than three hundred yuan!" Zhao Di found it strange that Ye Qingqing seemed to be hoping for Ye Zhiguo's misfortune. She had never seen her own daughter act like this before.

Ye Qingqing shrugged. "No matter how much money he has, it's not mine. I don't care if he lowers his price or not."

Zhao Di didn't ask any more questions. It's best not to pry into other people's family affairs. She took a sip of the broth from the balut and smiled, "You bought this from Grandma Gu, right? The food there tastes especially good."

Ye Qingqing's eyes lit up. "You know Granny Gu?"

“We don’t really know each other. I used to go to Grandma Gu’s place for a bite to eat after my night shift, just to support her business. Grandma Gu has really had a hard life,” Zhao Di sighed.

Does she have a son who is unable to take care of himself?

"I heard he has mental problems. He's a big, strong man in his forties, and he's completely taken care of by Grandma Gu. I don't know much else about him."

Ye Qingqing was even more puzzled. Her guess was right. Grandma Gu's son was indeed mentally challenged and unable to take care of himself. So how could he cook?

Ye Qingqing became increasingly curious about Granny Gu and her son.

Having gathered the information, Ye Qingqing left so as not to disturb Zhao Di's studies. Zhao Di's mother, watching TV in the living room, said sarcastically, "Qingqing, has your Aunt Chen been discharged from the hospital yet? Will your father divorce her?"

"First People's Hospital, Room 502. Does your aunt want to visit her? As for whether they're getting a divorce, I don't know. You should ask my dad!"

Ye Qingqing retorted, and Zhao Di's mother's face immediately darkened. She snorted and continued watching Shuiyunjian. She didn't want to go to the hospital to see that unfaithful slut Shen Yanhong!

Ye Qingqing smiled sarcastically and jogged back. The anxious old lady, barely suppressing the urge to curse, asked her with a dark face what she had found out.

“Dad is no longer a cadre; he was demoted, and his salary is more than three hundred yuan less each month.”

Ye Qingqing's words made the old lady's vision go black, and she swayed a few times, almost fainting.

Losing more than 300 yuan a month adds up to 4,000 yuan a year. It must be because of that slut incident that affected her son's future. The old lady was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to rush to the hospital right now and strangle Shen Yanhong!

After finishing her sentence, Ye Qingqing went back to her room, too lazy to deal with this mess anymore. The monthly exam was coming up soon, and she needed to study hard to improve her ranking.

With Ye Zhiguo's good news, Ye Qingqing's anxious mood eased a bit. She was no longer as eager as before to find out the truth about Xu Yali's murder. The truth must be found, but it has to be done slowly.

She's waited a lifetime already, so what's one more two years?

Ye Zhiguo and Shen Yanhong definitely can't escape!

The next morning, Ye Zhiguo was still dejected. He didn't even want to go to work. He used to be the section chief everyone fawned over, but now he was just a security guard. The new section chief was someone who used to flatter him, but now he had to flatter him.

The stark psychological gap made Ye Zhiguo feel even more bitter than bitter herbs. He didn't sleep a wink last night, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was listless.

The old lady saw this and felt sorry for him. She comforted him, saying, "Zhiguo, don't be too upset. Fortunately, you've kept your job. You're capable, and you'll be promoted to a higher position in the future."

Ye Zhiguo remained silent, then gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth. He was already in his early forties, and in another ten years or so he could retire. What opportunities would he have left?