Returning to the original owner's rental house, Song Jiao opened the door and the scene in front of her made her frown.
The living room was covered in dust and all sorts of debris were scattered on the floor, making it look messy.
There were black handprints all over the walls, and the sofa and coffee table were badly damaged, as if this home was more like an abandoned pigsty.
She shook her head helplessly and began to look around at this former home.
The closet was almost full of clothes for the children and Yang Zihao, but there were very few of her own clothes.
She sighed and thought to herself that for this so-called home, she had spent almost all her money on her children, but she couldn't bear to buy herself a new piece of clothing.
So what is the purpose of women getting married?
She doesn't talk about feelings, so she doesn't understand!
The quality of life has been reduced, the body shape has changed after pregnancy, and I have become a monster because of staying up late.
In five years, she hardly slept a full night. In order to sleep better, Yang Zihao even deliberately blocked his ears and pretended not to hear the original owner calling him.
With a light tap of the fingers, it seemed as if a magical force emerged, and all the clothes were automatically sorted out, even automatically classified by color and type.
"This looks much more comfortable."
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by Yang Zihao's angry and unhappy voice: "Ning Shi, open the door quickly!"
Song Jiao walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
Yang Zihao walked in and looked at her intently, as if he wanted to see through her.
"My dad said that he paid the rent. Now we are leaving. You go and return the money to the kindergarten and give it back to us!" Yang Zihao said bluntly, his face full of dissatisfaction and anger.
Song Jiao raised her eyes, a hint of mockery flashing in them, "Now that I'm leaving, you're asking for money? Why didn't you react when I paid the rent and my parents paid the rent before?"
"I used to live here, and my parents paid the rent for the past six months. Now that we don't live here anymore, of course you have to pay!" Yang Zihao was very angry and even felt wronged.
Song Jiao sneered, "You don't have a penny to pay, get out of here! Or I'll call the police."
Hearing this, Yang Zihao was furious. "Why? I won't leave! I'm telling you! Ning Shi, I won't let you off for what you did!"
Song Jiao looked at him coldly, "Well, okay! Don't let me go! I'm not like your family, who are full of calculations. Didn't you say you were looking for a job? And then you need to rent an electric scooter! You asked my mom for 500 yuan, but where's the job? Your parents don't care about you, and you're playing the victim in front of them. Isn't that disgusting?"
Yang Zihao was so angry at Song Jiao's words that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Song Jiao's nose and cursed: "You shameless woman! Who do you think you are? I'm telling you! I will make you famous!"
Song Jiao sneered and grabbed Yang Zihao's wrist, "I'm warning you! Don't point your dirty fingers at me! Otherwise, I won't mind letting you taste my power!"
"Who do you think you are? You have an infectious disease and you can't even be self-reliant. You can't take responsibility as a man, and you still call yourself a man!" Song Jiao's voice was sharp and harsh, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Yang Zihao's heart.
Yang Zihao's face turned ashen in an instant, and he glared at Song Jiao as if he wanted to eat her alive.
Song Jiao simply ignored him, "Your grandfather passed away, and you're still blaming me for not letting you go back? Are you guys just forgetful? What did your grandfather do to your mom? Your mom didn't even go to see him during the New Year! You said you had nothing, but they favored your sister!"
"He's gone, why are you pretending to be a filial son?" Song Jiao folded her arms and continued, "You're not as famous as me, but you're so hypocritical!"
"Stupid thing!"
"I had heavy bleeding when giving birth to my first child. I felt sorry for your mom so I asked her to stay up late and let her watch over me during the day. But now I'm allergic to oxytocin and no one can help me! Your mom was so happy playing with her cell phone outside?" Song Jiao's words were full of anger and grievance. She still couldn't calm down when she recalled that painful experience.
"Aren't you alive?" Yang Zihao shouted directly. His voice was deafening, as if it would shake the whole house down.
"Just because he's not dead does it mean it didn't happen? What? You're not allowed to talk about it? I was feeding the baby, and your dad didn't even knock on the door, he just came right in! Did I tell him that?" Song Jiao's voice became louder and louder, attracting the neighbors to watch.
"The child was not feeling well, so you took her to the hospital. You didn't have any money on you. Your father went home to cook, and your mother and you went to the hospital penniless. And you pointed your finger at me. Who are you trying to trick? Isn't that your daughter? What a waste!" Song Jiao's words were full of dissatisfaction and resentment towards Yang Zihao's family.
"Enough, Ning Shi! Don't force me to attack you!" Yang Zihao roared, his hands clenched into fists, as if he couldn't suppress the anger and impulse in his heart.
However, Song Jiao didn't seem to be afraid of his threats. She was waiting for the moment when he would explode in anger. "What's enough? The child's bottom is red, and I told him to wear less clothes and not cover it up! Your mother said sarcastically that it's not like I haven't taken care of him before! She kept the food cold during the confinement period, and she still said that it would be great if it was a son!"
"Does your family have a throne to inherit? There is no throne! And you still want everything?" Song Jiao continued to speak.
Yang Zihao was completely furious. He raised his hand and hit Song Jiao.
However, Song Jiao dodged by bending down, then turned around and punched him in the stomach.
Taking advantage of the moment he bent down, Song Jiao began to attack him like crazy.
"Fuck, who the hell are you? Your mother has given birth to you and you still haven't forgotten what your grandparents did for more than 30 years. Why do you want me to forget?" Song Jiao screamed, pulling Yang Zihao's hair and slapping him hard.
"Ah... I don't want money, but I want face! Ask your parents to drive the car over. Online ride-hailing is so profitable, it's like I want to take a stupid car!" Song Jiao slapped him hard again.
"Fuck, can I drive?" Song Jiao grabbed his clothes and started roaring like a lion.
Another slap in the face, "The child is in the hospital, my parents have given money, and they are short of 500 yuan and asked you to find a way, but you said there is no way! Your father drives a 2.0-liter car and goes fishing, having a lot of fun?" Song Jiao's words were full of anger and dissatisfaction.
"Every time I tell you that you have to pay the rent and tuition! You are so good. You said I would give it to you at the beginning, but in the last two days you told me there was no way? You want to go to my parents again?" Song Jiao said while continuing to attack Yang Zihao.
After a few slaps, Song Jiao still felt unsatisfied. "I thought you would change after the first experience, but what happened?"
"Fuck it, I came back from bleeding profusely and asked you to make milk powder, and you fucking told me to wait until you finish the game?"
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