Chapter 57 Get out

He didn't want this person to step into his house at all, let alone stay overnight.

"Take it or leave it?"

Zhou Dajun sneered, his fat twitching.

"I'm your father! Do I need your permission to live here? What nonsense! I raised you all these years, and now you won't even let me sleep in a bed? Don't you want to be a human being anymore?"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he plopped down on the sofa without any hesitation, raised his legs and placed them directly on the coffee table, the dust from his shoes smearing onto the edge of the coffee table.

A slight noise came from inside the room.

Then, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

Qin Guifang came out wearing a light coat and holding a towel to wipe her face.

She had originally planned to come out to get a glass of water.

But upon seeing the scene in the living room, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Her eyes widened, and she stood frozen for several seconds, her expression quickly shifting from surprise to disgust.

She stared at Zhou Dajun, her lips trembling slightly, before finally speaking coldly.

"Why are you here? Who let you in?"

"Oh, your daughter-in-law is here too?"

Zhou Dajun seemed oblivious to her hostility, and instead grinned.

"Dad just wanted to come and see you all, and stay here for a few days. It's much quieter here than outside."

He spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if it were a matter of course.

Qin Guifang was so angry that her chest heaved.

She turned her head sharply, glared at Zhou Haiqing, and her voice suddenly rose.

"Why did you let him in? Are you out of your mind? Don't you know who he is? Are you stupid?!"

Her emotions suddenly erupted.

"How could I possibly stop him!"

Zhou Haiqing quickly waved his hand and explained anxiously.

"He barged in as soon as he came in, he didn't listen to me at all, I didn't even have time to react! Don't be angry, I'll handle this, please don't get agitated..."

As he spoke, he tried to calm Qin Guifang down.

Qin Guifang and Zhou Haiqing sat side by side on the sofa, staring at Zhou Dajun face to face.

The two people's eyes were as cold as ice.

Neither of them spoke again, nor did they acknowledge him.

But Zhou Dajun didn't care at all.

He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, picked at his nails, and hummed a tuneless little tune.

After sitting for a while, Zhou Dajun stretched, slowly stood up, yawned, and walked towards his room.

"where did you go?"

Zhou Haiqing immediately rushed forward and blocked his way.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed."

Zhou Dajun frowned and glared at him impatiently.

"Why are you blocking my way? Are you watching a thief? Get out of my way!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly swung his arm and roughly shoved Zhou Haiqing away.

He then strode towards the bedroom, his back view radiating arrogance.

Zhou Haiqing felt a tightness in his chest and his face burned from the push.

He was seething with anger, his lips trembling slightly, and in the end he could only grit his teeth and silently retreat, turning around to walk to Qin Guifang's side.

"Don't be angry, I won't let him run wild here. Don't worry, this is our home after all."

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness, and sighed in unison.

Even so, no one said another word.

The room was deathly silent; the air seemed to freeze.

When Zhou Shufen returned home from school, her schoolbag was heavy. As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she sensed that something was wrong.

A tattered plastic bag lay crumpled on the muddy ground.

The room was eerily quiet; you could even hear the wind whistling past the threshold.

What alarmed her most was that the front door was completely closed, not even a crack.

When they are home, the front door is always open.

Exposed to wind and sun, neighbors visit each other, and anyone can come in directly without knocking.

She frowned, a strange unease rising in her heart. She tentatively stepped forward and gently knocked on the door.

"Mom? Dad? Are you there?"

But no one answered from inside; the silence was eerily quiet.

Just as I was wondering, the door to the other room creaked open.

Zhou Dajun came out, pulling up his trousers which were hanging loosely at his waist.

"You're finally back! I've been waiting for you for ages, my legs are about to give out from standing."

Zhou Shufen was so frightened that she took a step back, almost tripping over the threshold, her heart pounding.

She never expected to see him here; her face turned deathly pale, and her voice trembled.

"What are you doing here? What are you waiting for me for? Who let you in?"

I miss you.

Zhou Dajun took a greasy step forward, his smile becoming even more ambiguous, and his breath reeking of alcohol.

"I haven't seen you for several days, and I felt empty inside, so I came to see you. Tell me, as husband and wife, shouldn't I come to see you?"

He wanted to lean closer, his cloudy eyes staring intently at her.

Zhou Shufen immediately raised her hand and shoved his shoulder aside, shouting sharply, "Get away from me! Don't touch me! If you have nothing to do, leave now. Don't get in my way. What are you pretending to be so affectionate for? Aren't you disgusting?"

"Are you alright?"

Zhou Dajun pretended to be injured and shook his head.

"We've been apart for so long, and I miss you every day. I can't eat or sleep properly. We've been married for so many years, shouldn't you be over it by now? Let's leave the past behind and start over, okay?"

Zhou Shufen was shocked and got goosebumps all over her body.

How can he be so shameless?

It's as if the past doesn't matter. With just one word from him, tinged with cheap "affection," she'd have to open her arms and accept his return.

Her behavior made her want to vomit.

She suddenly turned her head, her throat tightened, and she gagged with a "whoosh," her eyes reddening.

She stopped arguing with him and pointed to the door.

"Get out of here now! You're not welcome here! Get out! Immediately! Right now! I don't want to see you again!"

Zhou Dajun's face darkened, and his brows furrowed.

He had originally thought that she would at least react to his return.

Whether it's crying or cursing, there should be some expression of emotion.

Unexpectedly, she not only didn't appreciate his kindness but also treated him coldly, which made him very angry.

But then he thought about it again and forcibly suppressed his anger, trying to comfort himself.

He was the one who went to find someone else first and dumped her, that's true.

At that time, he was filled with excitement and thought the outside world was wonderful.

He no longer had any interest in this woman who spent all her time around the stove.

Now that she's in a bad mood and is being cold and sarcastic towards him, isn't that perfectly normal?

Aren't all women like this?

They speak harshly, with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

It's just a show, an attempt to project an image so that he'll back down and give in.

Whatever!

He didn't care at all!

So instead of leaving, he plopped back down on the sofa.

It made a muffled "thump" sound.

He crossed his legs, spread his arms out on the back of the sofa, and struck a pose like an old man.