What Sun Shengli said might have seemed like ordinary concern to others, but to Sun Xiaoying it was like tearing out her heart and eating her flesh.
"I've been with you all these years, have you ever let me have a single day of peace? All I do is work, work, work, work. I'm even sleepy after a full meal, and you still expect us to have a good life? You must be dreaming!" Sun Xiaoying's anger finally found an outlet, and it spiraled out of control. In her past life, there was a reason he looked down on Zhou Jiajun. He was dull and honest, completely incapable of charming people, and couldn't make money. What woman would want him?
"I finally found a way to make money, and instead of helping me, you're stopping me. Who is your wife anyway? You'd rather pity an outsider than be considerate of your own wife. Are you even a man?"
These words had been stuck in her throat, and she had to get them out. Now that she had a chance to vent, Sun Xiaoying blurted them all out in one breath, expressing her utter disgust for Zhou Jiajun's "good guy" image.
This person isn't letting him sell books to make money; instead, he's asking him to give them away for free. He's spent so much time on this; he's not stupid. How could he possibly give them away for free? He must be out of his mind to do that.
“Sun Xiaoying, since you look down on our family so much, then let’s just get a divorce. Divorce isn’t uncommon, and our family is no match for you. Take whatever you want from the house, except for this one; I won’t complain at all.” Even a clay figure has some backbone. Zhou Jiajun could tolerate being bullied and insulted, but he absolutely wouldn’t tolerate anyone bullying his mother. His inner courage was ignited, and he coldly uttered these words.
"Impossible, unless I die." Sun Xiaoying gritted her teeth.
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