"Some of the dishes were specially added for us by Uncle Qi."
“He rarely cooks these days, but we’ve come at the right time, so you can have a good taste.”
Faced with this table full of food, Zhou Sui felt that she would probably need two stomachs to hold it all.
"I hope what just happened doesn't affect my mood." Song Qi'an also didn't expect to encounter such disgusting people while eating here.
Having not encountered them for a long time, Song Qi'an subconsciously began to forget about Cheng Yue and Song Yuan.
Zhou Sui smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay. What you said made me feel great, it doesn't affect my mood at all."
If she had a clear stance, she would have cheered for Song Qi'an.
She also really hated mistresses, so seeing Cheng Yue's disgusted expression made her incredibly happy.
Song Qi'an's expression darkened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "I just feel sorry for my mother."
Through Song Qi'an's description, Zhou Sui finally understood the whole story.
In those days of scarcity, families like the Zhao family, who held public office, were highly sought after.
Old Mrs. Zhao passed away early, and Old Mr. Zhao was busy with the affairs of the team. Zhao Wenxiu was sensible from a young age and was willing to endure hardship.
When she reached marriageable age, many families in the village wanted to propose marriage, but Zhao Wenxiu took a fancy to Song Yuan from the next brigade.
The Song family was extremely poor at the time, living in a thatched hut with three generations of family members.
Hardworking people are also hardworking people. Song Yuan was good-looking at the time. Although his family was poor, he never slacked off when it came to work.
Although the people from the neighboring brigade said that Song Yuan was a good person, not many of them really wanted to marry their daughters to him, since they didn't want their daughters to live a hard life with him.
Zhao Wenxiu was able to marry him not only because she liked him, but also because Old Master Zhao felt that Song Yuan was a promising talent who just needed time.
As it turned out, Song Yuan was indeed quite capable. He was among the first batch of students to be admitted to university after the resumption of the college entrance examination, and he was even assigned a job after graduation.
He worked hard and climbed step by step from a lowly worker to his current position in the factory.
However, Zhao Wenxiu's efforts were indispensable in his success.
It can be said that all of Song Yuan's expenses before his success were earned by Zhao Wenxiu bit by bit with her own hands.
“After we moved to the city, only my mother and I lived at home. He usually stayed at the factory and would only come home occasionally.”
“My mom knows he’s coming back, so she’ll prepare his favorite dishes in advance, and I can see the undisguised smile in her eyes.”
“He was like a guest; he ate, gave me some money, and then left.”
"When he left, my mother gave him a lot of instructions, worried that he would catch a cold and that he would work too hard. She also told him to carry all the things she had prepared to him to the factory."
Song Qi'an's voice was calm, but only he knew the turmoil in his heart as he recalled these events.
"So when did you realize something was wrong?"
Zhou Sui heard that Zhao Wenxiu and Song Yuan divorced so decisively, and Song Qi'an must have played a significant role in this.
“At first, I thought the same as my mother, that he had to live separately from us because he was too busy with work.”
“But some of the students in our school have parents who work in factories. No matter whether those people are higher or lower in rank than him, they often go home.”
"Later, when I grew up and was no longer a child, I started to pay attention to his behavior."
Do you remember our second meeting?
Zhou Sui nodded; of course she remembered.
That was the third time I saw him having problems with Cheng Yue.
"We bumped into each other once at the factory and another time on the street."
"His explanation to me was that he saw how hard it was for others and thought of his own past, so he offered them extra help."
“Cheng Yue is not the only one in the factory who needs help, but he only helps Cheng Yue.”
“That day I followed them all the way to a residential building and asked around. They said they had been renting there for two years.”
Zhou Sui was shocked. Song Yuan didn't go home, but rented a place outside and had a small family with someone else.
"My mom just wants a divorce; she doesn't want anything else."
“But I don’t think so. My mother deserves a lot of credit for all he has today, so she took most of his assets and property. Those are all rightfully mine.”
Unlike Zhao Wenxiu, he didn't think that getting a divorce and getting away from the man was enough; that would be too lenient on him.
It was because of this that Song Yuan had a big argument with him, saying that they were father and son, and that he would leave everything to him. If he insisted on going against him, he would get nothing.
Song's grandparents also said that their grandson, Song Qi'an, was an ingrate who couldn't see the situation clearly.
"You did a great job." Seeing Song Qi'an clench his fists in excitement, Zhou Sui placed her hand on his and whispered words of comfort.
"If it were me, I would definitely make sure one of them loses their job, and then see how they'll have the nerve to stay in the factory."
Upon hearing Zhou Sui's words, Song Qi'an couldn't help but smile. As expected of someone he admired, even their ways of handling things were so similar.
“Cheng Yue is no longer working. Song Yuan advised her to go home and rest during her pregnancy.”
Zhou Sui was taken aback. "Actually?"
"Actually, I made Song Yuan make a choice: only one of him and Cheng Yue could stay in the factory. Otherwise, I would expose this matter and neither of them could stay in the factory."
“That was what I originally wanted to do, but Song Yuan wanted to use this to delay the divorce from my mother, so I made him choose between the two.”
"He will definitely not leave the factory. It wasn't easy for him to get to where he is today, so in the end, the only one who can leave is Cheng Yue."
"Later, I asked around and found out that Cheng Yue's family had all come to the city. Song Yuan used the excuse of pregnancy and marriage to make Cheng Yue quit her job."
"She didn't know that quitting her job was a tactic Song Yuan used to protect himself."
Zhou Sui guessed it; Song Qi'an hated Song Yuan so much that he wouldn't let him off easily.
"I'm a little curious about what the situation will be like between the two of them after Cheng Yue finds out the truth."
This was the first time she had met Cheng Yue, but Zhou Sui could tell that the girl was not someone to be trifled with.
Song Qi'an smiled slightly, his expression somewhat gloating.
"If I find out anything, I will tell you immediately."
Actually, he didn't tell anyone about these things. Telling them in the Zhao family would only make everyone sad and upset. He only mentioned them briefly to his friends.
Only when he suddenly told Zhou Sui today did he feel a little relieved.
“Okay,” Zhou Sui readily agreed, picking up the teacup in front of her.
"Take tea instead of wine, and after you finish drinking, don't think about those unpleasant things. Life is full of disappointments, so just hold on to the one or two that don't go as planned."
The dull thud of glasses being raised rang out. Song Qi'an thought to himself, "What a saying, 'Life is mostly unsatisfactory, but you can hold onto the one or two things that don't go your way.'"
Someone like Song Yuan is definitely not worth wasting your energy on.
Walking your own path and grasping your own strengths and weaknesses is of utmost importance.
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