Zhao Wenshan felt that Lin Baiwei was too domineering. Even if his mother went too far, she was an elder, so what was wrong with her saying a few words? As a daughter-in-law, couldn't Lin Baiwei give in a little?
He insisted on arguing with his mother to the death, and he lost all face in front of so many neighbors.
"Let's talk about it at home. What kind of impression will people have of us outside? Let's go home."
Zhao Wenshan didn't answer Lin Baiwei's question directly. Of course, he didn't want a divorce. It would be easy for him to remarry after the divorce, but he certainly wouldn't find a woman who was easier to talk to than Lin Baiwei.
All his colleagues at the company handed over their salaries to their wives, and each only had a few hundred yuan of pocket money a month, at most a thousand yuan. He was the richest man in the whole company, and all his colleagues envied and were jealous of him.
Moreover, he hasn't saved much money over the years. Besides supporting his siblings, he also has considerable personal expenses. He has to spend money to eat out and have fun. Since his colleagues are not well-off, he usually treats them. Zhao Wenshan is very generous in this regard. He believes that this helps him build connections and has good relationships with people in the company, which is beneficial to his development in the company.
From any perspective, divorce is not worthwhile, and Zhao Wenshan definitely disagrees. Moreover, he still doesn't realize the seriousness of the matter, thinking it's just a minor conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and that he'll persuade her properly when he gets home, and the matter will be over.
As for Lin Baiwei proposing a divorce, Zhao Wenshan didn't think much of it. Women are creatures of emotion rather than reason, and nine out of ten women will bring up divorce when they argue. His male colleagues always complained that their wives brought up divorce time and time again, but when they were actually going to divorce, the women would say that the men were heartless and then cry and make a scene and refuse to divorce.
Having heard many complaints from his male colleagues, Zhao Wenshan naturally didn't take Lin Baiwei's divorce seriously. He even felt somewhat disdainful, thinking that Lin Baiwei was nothing special. So what if she was a postdoctoral fellow? In the end, she was still a woman who would lose her composure when faced with a major event.
Seeing her husband's nonchalant attitude, Lin Baiwei's anger intensified. She said coldly, "Zhao Wenshan, you need to understand that it's your mother who's been making trouble all along. You heard it just now, your mother repeatedly saying that I'm having an affair and that I'm cheating on you. She's slandering my character and innocence, but you haven't reacted at all. Do you not respect me, or do you not value yourself?"
Ye Qingqing couldn't help but chime in, saying, "If our own ox wasn't so bad, why would we need to borrow one to plow the fields? Xiao Jie's dad, are you really your mother's biological son?"
Lin Shufang's lips twitched, and she suppressed a laugh, tugging at Ye Qingqing's sleeve to signal her to say less and not meddle in other people's family affairs.
Ye Qingqing didn't care and even raised her voice, "I just don't understand. Some mothers-in-law know that their daughters-in-law are messing around outside, but they still have to secretly hide it. They don't want to wash their dirty linen in public, afraid that others will know that their sons are useless. But this old lady is different. Her daughter-in-law is clearly innocent and well-behaved, but she still insists on smearing her son and daughter-in-law. Is this what a mother would do?"
“Xiao Zhao, your mother has done this more than once. She said the same thing to your wife a few days ago. We all know what kind of person your wife is. Your mother’s words are too harsh. Don’t you do anything about your mother?” The previously well-off old lady chimed in, clearly disapproving of Xiao Jie’s grandmother’s behavior.
Others also offered their advice in twos and threes, all saying that the old lady was wrong and urging Zhao Wenshan not to get involved and to be more rational.
Zhao Wenshan's smile grew increasingly awkward as he mumbled his response without expressing any opinion. His obedience to his mother was deeply ingrained; he felt that his mother had raised him with great difficulty, and even if she had made a mistake, he couldn't blame her.
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