As soon as she finished speaking, Zuo Danqing started to sob again, pulling Sang Muyang and saying, "Your mother doesn't like me at all. She married me because no man was willing to be with a poor woman like her."
"Yangyang, don't marry a poor woman. Once life gets better, they will kick us men out."
"Zuo Danqing, don't go too far." Sang Rou's hands were shaking with anger when she heard her husband saying bad things about her in front of their son.
"Am I going too far, or are you?" Zuo Danqing glared at her. "Sang Rou, I'm telling you, there's no way you can get a divorce unless you leave the house empty-handed. You think you can use my hard-earned money to live happily with that bitch Xia Dong? Dream on!"
Sang Rou knew that she could never defeat her husband. She and Xia Dong were innocent, but she was slandered like that.
In the past, when she was wronged, she could talk to her mother, and if all else failed, she could talk to her daughter.
But now the daughter is heartbroken and her mother is gone. No one will listen to her or help her anymore.
She was not a strong woman, otherwise she would not have refused to elope with Xia Dong, she would not have met Zuo Danqing, and later she would not have been forced to marry him, and Xia Dong would not have encountered those things.
Everyone in the entire Sangjia Village secretly laughed at her, saying that she was tall but looked like a man and had no feminine qualities.
Even her husband looked at her the same way.
Yes, she is a coward and not womanly at all, but she hasn't done anything harmful to the world. She just wants to live her life well.
She used to be full of expectations for marriage. Even if it was a man she didn't love, she was willing to live a good life with him and she would work hard to earn money to support her man.
But reality slapped her in the face again and again, her heart gradually grew cold, and she no longer had any expectations for this marriage. She no longer cared about anything except making money.
Later, Xia Dong married the man next door. She felt extremely ashamed when she looked at the young boy with immature features in her memory, so she never said anything.
When her husband heard the gossip from the village elders, he had a big quarrel with her and insisted that Xia Dong married here to rekindle their old relationship. She tried to explain, but was beaten up by her husband's sister who came to her house.
At that time, she wanted to divorce so much that she went to her mother and cried, just like when she was wronged as a child.
In this world, no one except her mother would listen to her seriously.
But his mother let him look at their newly born daughter. At that moment, she suddenly realized one thing - sometimes people really don't live for themselves.
After a lot of hard work, the child finally grew up. The daughter was very successful and was admitted to a top university in the country. She became the envy of everyone in the village. That was probably the most glorious time in her life. Even her relationship with her husband became harmonious.
It was only during that period of time. Not long after, life returned to its original state. She felt like she was in shackles again, and at one point it was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.
So she worked harder, and even though her back hurt so much, she still insisted on working, as if only the pain could free her from that feeling of suffocation.
Until one day, she was squatting at the door smoking because of the pain. Sang Yingying passed by the door, saw her frowning and asked her what was wrong.
Somehow, she complained of back pain, so Sang Yingying brought some plaster from home and handed it to her, saying that this brand of plaster was very effective, and her husband had specially asked someone to buy it from another place, and it was very effective.
She looked at the ointment in her hand, her eyes suddenly became wet and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Sang Yingying laughed at her, saying that she was not a woman at all, and was just a piece of plaster. Why was she so moved that she burst into tears?
Her mother probably heard the noise and called her home from inside the house. She shyly said thank you to Sang Yingying and then hurried back into the house.
Now her mother would never call her home again. No matter how sad or heartbroken she was, no one would ever ask, "What happened to my Rourou?"
Her mother is dead, the person who loves her most in the world is dead.
"Mom, why don't you say something? Tell me you won't divorce Dad." Sang Muyang's anxious voice brought Sang Rou back from her memories.
Sang Rou looked at her son, tears welling up in her eyes. She said firmly, "I want a divorce, even if it means leaving the house empty-handed."
"Mom? Are you crazy?" Sang Muyang took a breath and felt unbelievable.
"Yes, I want a divorce." Sang Rou wiped her tears and looked at her stern-faced husband. "I'll give you my savings, house, and car. I don't want any of them anymore."
Zuo Danqing's chin trembled twice, and he suddenly picked up the plate of buns on the table and smashed it at Sang Rou, gritting his teeth and saying, "I'll drive you crazy and ruin your life. I'll make you go out and hook up with a vixen..."
He cursed and smashed things on the table.
Sang Rou didn't dodge, but stood straight and let him hit her. The whole kitchen was filled with the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering.
Yan Zheng looked at the chaotic scene at a loss. This was the first time he had witnessed such a scene. He felt that he should do something, but his wife didn't say anything, so it didn't seem appropriate for him to step forward.
Sang Muyang hugged his frantic father, looked at Sang Tianen, who had remained silent the entire time, and called out, "Sister?"
Sang Tianen raised his eyes to glance at Sang Muyang, pointed at himself and asked curiously: "Are you calling me?"
Sang Muyang was speechless: "Can you please stop sitting there like an old man, your parents are getting a divorce."
"If it rains, it will rain. If my mother wants a divorce, it's none of my business." Sang Tianen shook his head.
Sang Muyang was so angry that he almost died: "Can you please not be like this?"
"They are all independent people with their own free will." Sang Tianen spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless.
"Sang Rou, we've been married for so many years, how have I ever wronged you? You act like a coward all day long. If it were any other man, he would have cheated on you a hundred times. How dare you divorce me? How dare you do that?"
"Tell me, is it that slut who wants you to divorce me? I'm going to find him now!" Zuo Danqing pushed his son in anger and went to go next door to look for him.
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