No matter how annoyed Jiang Ci is, she would never divorce him at this time.
Although it is supposed to be mutually beneficial, the reality is that Jiangci still cannot do without Zhou Mingli.
Zhou Mingli is different. Because he is a man, he can kick Jiang Ci to the curb at any time. Because he is a man, even if he gets divorced, he can still live a carefree life.
Because he is a man, he has few concerns.
Because his gender is male.
Jiang Ci's face was very pale, precisely because she knew all this, knew that she was bound to Zhou Mingli, and that's why she was so depressed.
No matter the era, whether it's the 80s or 90s, she could live a fulfilling life on her own, but now it's the 70s.
Reforms have indeed opened up the country, but they are in the countryside.
Even with a more open-minded approach, the influence of this culture hasn't truly reached here yet.
In rural areas, all resources are skewed towards men, while women receive very little benefit.
Jiang Ci is a businesswoman. No matter how good she is at business, she can't make a difference in the 1970s because there's no such thing as business now!
If you do business in secret, you are an enemy of our working class and peasantry, and you will be criticized and struggled against!
In such a place, Jiang Ci, who was used to a life of ease and comfort, would be nothing more than a lazy, ignorant, and useless person who needed help everywhere.
The more Jiang Ci thought about it, the worse she felt. She threw the towel into the basin with a thud, turned around, and left.
Zhou Mingli looked at the water splashed on his legs and gently pinched the bridge of his nose.
To force a woman of exceptional talent and pride, born into a society where she has to depend on a man, is more painful than killing her.
He shouldn't have said those things.
Even if he never intended to humiliate Jiang Ci, these words would still sting her heart.
She already disliked him.
Zhou Mingli's mood also soured. He had originally planned to talk to Jiang Ci about dealing with Boss Zhou, but when the topic of divorce came up, neither he nor Jiang Ci could control their emotions.
With no other thoughts in mind, Zhou Mingli quickly wiped himself down, changed his clothes, and took the marinated fish into the room near the window to let the air circulate.
After washing his hands again, Zhou Mingli was about to hang the towel up to dry when his gaze suddenly fell on the little clothes fluttering on the clothesline.
There are two big pairs of shorts on top.
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