Tang Jiajia's family had run out of rice to cook, and she touched her stomach while looking at the rice jar.
After being discharged from the hospital, Guo Chenpi seemed like a completely different person, or perhaps he had reverted to his old self. He became lazy, idle, and颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of decadence, listlessness, and apathy), spending his days drinking and never thinking about making money. Even when she mentioned that the project would be profitable, he didn't bother to think about it. As a result, he missed the opportunity and lost all his remaining money.
Unfortunately, he had to sell the one-bedroom apartment to pay off his debts, and used the last of his money to rent a place for only three months.
"Why haven't you eaten yet?" Guo Chenpi's angry voice came from inside the house.
He lost all the wealth he had accumulated before his life fell into poverty, which made him feel hopeless and he could only drown his sorrows in alcohol to get through each day.
"We're out of rice!" Tang Jiajia clutched her stomach as she walked into the house and shouted at him, "Haven't you thought about going out to earn money? Besides, I've come up with so many ideas for you, can't you just work hard and do them yourself?"
"My right leg is ruined, what's the point of making more money?" Guo Chenpi was filled with resentment. If it weren't for that fire, none of what happened later would have occurred.
"What about me and my child?" Tang Jiajia was extremely aggrieved. Why was God so unfair to her? Even in this second life, she was still living the same kind of life, the only difference being that now she didn't even have any money. At least in her previous life she hadn't gone hungry, but now there wasn't a single grain of rice in the jar. What was she supposed to do?
"Do whatever you want, I'm not stopping you from living with me. The child in your belly is my child. If you dare to take him with you, I'll find you and kill you no matter where you are."
"If you get rid of him, I'll kill you right now!" Guo Chenpi had just drunk two ounces of baijiu, and his thinking was different from normal. All he wanted now was to vent his anger.
Tang Jiajia didn't want to look at him again. She turned and left, picking up her coat from the rack. She was going home. Even being mocked by them was better than living a miserable life here.
Besides, my belly is quite big now, it's time to take action.
Zhang Jinping is pregnant, and so is she. Using the child in her womb to clear obstacles for herself is a good choice. It doesn't mean she wasted those months in her womb.
Guo Chenpi didn't chase after her when he heard the door close, because he had already inquired and learned that Tang Jiajia's parents had gone back to their hometown. They said they were going to have a baby, and she wouldn't be able to find them if she went back now. She'd have to come back sooner or later anyway, and with no rice at home, he was worried. But what other way was there to make money? Unable to think of anything, he drifted off to sleep.
Tang Jiajia finally arrived at her doorstep, tidied her hair, and knocked loudly. The door opened quickly, but the person who appeared wasn't the one she expected; it was a strange woman.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
"Your home?" The woman looked at the little girl in front of her, then suddenly realized, "You must be Professor Tang's daughter?"
"And who are you?" Tang Jiajia looked at the fat woman in front of her. Her clothes were very rustic, and she looked like a woman from the countryside.
"Are you the new nanny we hired?"
The fat woman's smile vanished: "I'm not your family's nanny. This house is currently occupied by our family. Your parents went back to their hometown to have a baby, so the house was empty and the school gave it to us."
My spouse is also a teacher at a school. Do you understand what I mean by that?
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