Liang Tuyou's cold words stung Liang Xiaohe's heart.

Liang Xiaohe dislikes Zhao Zhenzhu, isn't it because she's jealous of Zhao Zhenzhu's family that tolerates everything about her?

Unlike her.

After marriage, she could only take things from her parents' home, but her parents' home wouldn't let her take even a single blade of grass with her.

what to do?

Or... maybe we should just stop caring about Liang Xiaobao's mess. If she doesn't go back to her parents' home, her father probably won't dare to go to the Zhao family and force her to give up her job to Liang Xiaobao.

Having made up her mind, Liang Xiaohe said nothing more, stood up, and left silently.

When Liang Xiaohe returned home, Zhao Tianyu was already asleep.

"Tianyu~! Tianyu~!" Liang Xiaohe called out a few times, but Zhao Tianyu pretended not to hear.

Helpless, Liang Xiaohe had no choice but to go to sleep.

Before going to sleep, Liang Xiaohe was still thinking about how to coax Zhao Tianyu tomorrow.

The next day, Liang Xiaohe got up early, which was unusual for her, and went to the kitchen to make Zhao Tianyu's favorite tomato and egg noodles.

Hearing Zhao Tianyu finish washing up, Liang Xiaohe hurriedly brought the noodles to the table.

"Tianyu, don't be angry. I was wrong these past two days. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. This is noodles I made for you this morning, your favorite tomato and egg noodles. Let's make up!" Liang Xiaohe said cautiously.

Zhao Tianyu stared blankly at the steaming noodles on the table.

Married for three years, Liang Xiaohe has basically never cooked for Zhao Tianyu, except for making him a bowl of noodles on his birthday. Let alone getting up early to make him breakfast.

Unfortunately, belated affection is worth less than grass.

Zhao Tianyu no longer cared about Liang Xiaohe's flattery.

Zhao Tianyu sat down at the dining table with a blank expression.

"Tianyu, try the taste first, is it a little bland?" Liang Xiaohe stood to the side and said solicitously.

"You can eat the noodles yourself. I like to have porridge in the morning." Zhao Tianyu picked up an empty bowl, ladled a bowl of porridge from the aluminum pot in the center of the table, and slowly drank it with his head down.

The Zhao family usually eats plain porridge for breakfast, along with steamed buns, dumplings, or pancakes. Today, Zhou Jiakai has to go to school, so Zhao Qingshan got up early to cook the porridge and steam the buns.

If Liang Xiaohe had gotten up early a week ago and made breakfast for Zhao Tianyu herself, Zhao Tianyu would have been happy all day.

But now, whenever Zhao Tianyu sees Liang Xiaohe, he recalls the scene yesterday where Liang Xiaohe's face contorted with rage as she berated Zhao Zhenzhu, and he loses all appetite for Liang Xiaohe's "love-filled" noodles.

"Tianyu, please don't be angry anymore, okay? I know I was wrong. I won't argue with my sister anymore. No, I won't argue with anyone in the family anymore. You have to believe me." Liang Xiaohe's eyes reddened.

After getting married, in order to control Zhao Tianyu, Liang Xiaohe often pushed the boundaries of Zhao Tianyu's limits.

When Zhao Tianyu gets angry, Liang Xiaohe will lower herself and coax him.

In the past, Zhao Tianyu deeply loved Liang Xiaohe, and he would forgive her as soon as she admitted her mistakes.

But now, Zhao Tianyu has seen through Liang Xiaohe's true colors. Naturally, he can no longer act as if nothing happened simply because Liang Xiaohe coaxed him.

"I don't want to eat greasy food in the morning, you can eat it yourself." Zhao Tianyu rejected Liang Xiaohe's offer of reconciliation.

Zhao Tianyu really wants a divorce.

Back then, he was young and naive, believing Liang Xiaohe to be his true love. He was determined to marry her.

Now, Zhao Tianyu's dream has come to an end.

A woman who has him in her heart and mind wouldn't do anything that involves scheming against him.

Over the years, Liang Xiaohe has done nothing but send things back to her parents' home and try to profit from it all. She refuses to do any housework, shows no respect for Zhao Qingshan and his wife, and has no affection for her sister-in-law, Zhao Zhenzhu.

Moreover, Liang Xiaohe was not a virtuous woman before marriage.

Zhao Tianyu doesn't want a wife like Liang Xiaohe.

"Tianyu, I... I know I was wrong, but you still won't forgive me? You said you would love me for the rest of your life and be good to me for the rest of your life." Liang Xiaohe stood aside, sobbing.

Zhao Tianyu didn't say anything. He quickly drank a bowl of porridge, grabbed a steamed bun, and got up to leave.

Zhao Tianyu really wanted to slap himself.

Were his eyes covered in eye discharge before?

He actually felt sorry for Liang Xiaohe because of her pretentious behavior?

By the time Liang Xiaohe realized what was happening and chased after him, Zhao Tianyu had already disappeared.

Liang Xiaohe turned pale with anger.

Does Zhao Tianyu really not like her?

She has already done so much for Zhao Tianyu, so why doesn't he soften his heart at all?

Once her father takes her job, Zhao Tianyu will divorce her... right?

The more Liang Xiaohe thought about it, the more uncertain she felt.

The time agreed upon with Hu Yong was fast approaching.

Before leaving get off work at noon, Liang Xiaohe thought for a while and asked her team leader for a ten-minute break to go to the post office and call Hu Yong.

After the call connected, Liang Xiaohe took a deep breath and said softly, "Brother Yong, it's me, Xiaohe."

"Okay, see you at the usual place at 7:30 tonight." After saying that, Hu Yong hung up the phone with a "click" before Liang Xiaohe could speak.

I... I haven't even said whether I'm going or not! Why did Hu Yong hang up the phone?

Was he so certain that he would go?

Liang Xiaohe looked at the microphone in her hand, hesitated for half a minute, and then decided to go to the appointment tonight.

She can't lose her job. The only way to get Liang Xiaobao a job is through Hu Yong.

Unbeknownst to Liang Xiaohe, just as she left the post office, the door to the phone booth next door opened. The person who stepped out was none other than Zhao Zhenzhu.

It's quite a coincidence.

After He Bo left, Zhao Zhenzhu was about to go to the street to buy some vegetables when she saw Liu Moli, the widow from Zhoujia Village.

Liu Moli walked along, glancing around furtively.

Out of curiosity, Zhao Zhenzhu followed Liu Moli to the post office.

Liu Moli came to the post office to make a phone call.

In order to find out who Liu Moli was calling, Zhao Zhenzhu went into the phone booth next to Liu Moli's.

Zhao Zhenzhu held a microphone in her hand, but listened to the sounds coming from Liu Moli next door.

Zhao Zhenzhu suspected that Liu Moli had called Zhou Bingchen. In her previous life, after Zhou Bingchen died, Liu Moli tearfully recounted that she and Zhou Bingchen had been "in love" for three years, and calculating the time, they were currently in the midst of their passionate affair.

"Comrade, this is the personnel department of XX Textile Factory in XX District, Haishi City." Liu Moli picked up the phone and asked the operator to transfer the call.

Not Zhou Bingchen? Zhao Zhenzhu was somewhat surprised.

Liu Moli was an educated youth from Shanghai.

However, Zhao Zhenzhu had heard that Liu Moli's family had no one left. Otherwise, Zhou Dazhu's mother wouldn't have dared to keep Liu Moli detained and prevent her from returning to the city.

As Zhao Zhenzhu was thinking about these things, Liu Moli answered the phone.

"Aunt, it's me, Lily." Liu Moli only said one sentence before she began to sob softly.

The person on the other end of the phone offered some words of advice, saying that Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't hear anything, and could only vaguely make out a woman's voice.