The fact that Song Zhaodi was awakened by such a nightmare again clearly confirmed her suspicions.

Shu Ying hates men who commit domestic violence the most. They are useless outside but take out all their anger at home, only daring to raise their fists against women and children.

Men with violent tendencies are often aloof and have complex personalities.

But they were not familiar with each other to begin with, and it was just a chance encounter, so there wasn't much Shu Ying could do.

Furthermore, she hadn't really met many men like that; most of the men she knew were thrifty, domestically skilled men from Shanghai.

Seeing Song Zhaodi fall asleep again, Shu Ying sighed helplessly.

"If her parents knew, they would be heartbroken."

Who isn't a precious treasure held in their parents' palm?

Just because you get married, it's as if you're handing your life over to a complete stranger. The thought of it is terrifying.

Li Qingqing changed Tuantuan's diaper and looked at the person next to her with heartache.

"Sister Song has a hard life. I don't know if there is anyone in this world who can protect her. Getting married is like a woman's second reincarnation. If she is not careful and goes down the wrong path, it will hurt a lot."

Li Qingqing seemed to be talking about Song Zhaodi, but also about herself.

If she hadn't been forced into it, she wouldn't have gotten married so quickly.

Now that she has a child, she has no other choice but to live her life well.

The only good thing is that Duan Huaichuan still has a stable job.

"Actually, I envy you the most. Although Xie Zhiyan is busy with work, I can tell that he is a very responsible man. Now that you are married, he considers you the most important person and has you in his heart."

Shu Ying tilted her head, puzzled: "You could tell that? I never knew you had such a clever and insightful mind?"

Li Qingqing tapped her head with one hand: "Stop teasing me. You'll understand someday. When we get to Beijing, we can live in the family compound. We'll live a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. The children won't have to be separated from their parents. That's wonderful."

Just thinking about that scene makes me feel warm.

But Li Qingqing's words reminded Shu Ying.

Over the years, she has gotten used to the fact that her child doesn't have a father.

This time, she came directly to Xie Zhiyan without saying a word.

Several people who weren't very familiar with each other were crammed into a courtyard. It was hard to tell if they would get along.

To be honest, she was hardly a virtuous wife.

The Shu family has a professional chef, and her cooking is really just average.

Although household chores like washing clothes and mopping the floor are simple, she is a quick learner, but she only manages to get by.

At least when it comes to housework, she can't even compare to her father.

There were many people in the family compound, and Xie Zhiyan was busy with official duties, so the housework naturally fell to her.

Thinking about her clumsy behavior, Shu Ying gently scratched her eyebrow with one hand. It seemed like she wasn't going to see her husband, but rather to cause trouble in the family compound with her child.

Shu Ying sighed, feeling a bit anxious, and started to overthink.