749. Chapter 749 Why Don’t You Get a Divorce?



For several days in a row, Qian Rong came to harass Pei Qiuxia.

After learning that Pei Qiuxia had lent her ten thousand yuan to Jiang Xinsheng, Qian Rong immediately took the IOU to find Jiang Xinsheng to repay the money.

But Jiang Xinsheng quietly resigned and ran away to another province to avoid debt.

Jiang's parents also moved to another place because they could not bear the harassment from creditors.

Qian Rong was naturally unwilling to see her money go to waste, so she pestered Pei Qiuxia and wanted her to return the ten thousand yuan to her.

Pei Qiuxia naturally couldn't help Jiang Xinsheng pay back the money. "Xiao Rong, please be patient and give Jiang Xinsheng some time. He will definitely pay you back when he makes money. Anyway, he can't deny the debt because he has the IOU."

"The money is not yours, so of course you can talk without any worries!"

Faced with Qian Rong's anger, Pei Qiuxia was not angry, but just felt heartbroken.

It is true that unless a burning coal falls on someone's feet, no one will feel the pain.

What was Qian Rong's intention when she encouraged her to lend money to Jiang Xinsheng? Seeing Pei Qiuxia's cold face and silence, Qian Rong changed her tone, "Qiuxia, I'm not angry with you. I have my reasons. My husband's company wants to allocate housing and I need money urgently. If I miss this time, I don't know when I will get the next one."

"How about this, you return the 10,000 yuan to me first, and I'll give you the IOU, and you can go ask Jiang Xinsheng for it. Besides, I lent the 10,000 yuan to you, not to Jiang Xinsheng, right?"

Pei Qiuxia said: "But when I asked you for the money, I said it was for Jiang Xinsheng, and you didn't object, which means you agreed to lend the money to Jiang Xinsheng."

Without waiting for Qian Rong to explain, Pei Qiuxia said again: "I don't have any money."

"How could you be without money? The Shen family gave you a betrothal gift of 66,000 yuan!"

"My money is with Zhemin."

Pei Qiuxia looked at her with a face full of complaints: "Speaking of this, it's all thanks to you. You went to him and accused me of borrowing money recklessly. Now he controls me very strictly. He only gives me 100 yuan for household expenses every month, and I have to keep a record of any expenses over 20 yuan."

Qian Rong never dreamed that the bullet she fired would hit herself.

Frustrated, she fanned the flames unwillingly: "Qiuxia, you are too weak. Why should you let him manage your own money? You have to make trouble with him and take back the financial power. At worst, we can get a divorce!"

"You always ask me to divorce you, why don't you divorce me?"

Qian Rong was speechless and hurriedly explained with a smile: "Oh, I mean to let you use divorce as a pretext, not to let you really get divorced."

Pei Qiuxia did not comment: "I don't want to quarrel with Zhemin over these trivial matters. It doesn't matter who manages the money. He treats me very well. I want to live a good life with him."

"Then what should I do?!"

Pei Qiuxia looked helpless and said, "I really can't help you with the money issue. Please find someone else."

Qian Rong's face turned green with anger.

On a rare weekend, Pei Yang took his brother and sister out for a barbecue.

"The meat is too well-cooked and hard to chew."

"The dipping sauce is not as good as my mom's. It's not fragrant at all and too salty."

The brother and sister ate and were picky at the same time.

Pei Yang said that he disliked the brother and sister for being picky about their conversation, but in his heart he actually felt that the barbecue was not as delicious as the one made by his own wife.

The meat wasn't fresh and tender enough, and wasn't marinated well enough, it was far from what Shen Mingzhu made.

Pei Yang looked at the brother and sister: "Do you miss your mother?"

Pei Ziheng gave him a look that said "you're talking nonsense".

Pei Tang expressed it directly and passionately, "I want to!"

"Do you want to go to Country Y to see your mother?"

Pei Tang nodded vigorously, "I want to go!"

Pei Yang said, "You two, one has to go to school, and the other is about to take the college entrance examination. You both don't have time. How about this, I go to Country Y to see her for you?"

Pei Ziheng had a blank expression on his face: "Your abacus beads have already hit my face."

Pei Tang also said angrily: "It's obviously you who wanted to go!"

Pei Yang said confidently: "I want to take you with me, but time doesn't allow it."

Pei Ziheng: "If we want to go, let's go together, otherwise, let's not go at all."

Seeing that the brother and sister were so persistent, Pei Yang had to give up: "Forget it, let's go together during your summer vacation."

All three of them were very happy.

At night, in the study.

Pei Ziheng was tired of reading, so he took off his glasses and prepared to take a rest. When he looked up, he saw Pei Tang lying on the windowsill, his hands on his cheeks, staring at the deep night sky in a daze.

He stood up and walked over.

"What are you looking at?"

Pei Tang pointed to Jupiter next to the moon and said, "Brother, is mom as far away from us as this star?"

Pei Ziheng rubbed her head lovingly with his palm, "After summer vacation, we can go see mom."

Pei Tang leaned her little head against his chest and put her arms around his waist. "But I miss my mother now and want to see her. Do you think my mother misses us too?"

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"certainly."

"Then why doesn't she come back to see us?"

"Because mom is busy studying."

"She's already this old, why does she still need to go to school? Other mothers don't go to school, they just stay with their children."

"Because mom also has her own dreams and goals that she wants to achieve. We are her closest relatives and should support her, just as she will always love us the most."

Pei Tang blinked his big eyes which were bright with tears, sniffed lightly and nodded, "Yeah!"

After a moment, she asked, "Brother, what do you think mom is doing now?"

"It's noon in London at this time. Mom should be having lunch."

"So what does she eat? Rice?"

Pei Ziheng lowered his eyes and looked at her. "You can imagine what your mother looks like when she eats lunch, draw it, and then when you call your mother, ask her if what she eats is what you drew."

"good!"

Pei Tang skipped back to the easel, held the paintbrush in his hand, thought for a while, and then began to sketch on the paper.

Pei Ziheng looked up at the vast starry sky and couldn't help but think of the other world where Shen Mingzhu once lived.

In that world, mobile phones have electronic display screens, so when talking on the phone, you can not only hear the voice but also see each other's faces.

No matter how far apart we are, we can meet each other anytime and anywhere through mobile phones.

He must make such a phone.

In this way, no matter where his mother goes in the future, he can see her voice, appearance and smile anytime and anywhere.

Early June.

Shen Mingzhu received a call from Shen Hongmei announcing the good news, "Mingzhu, I gave birth yesterday, it's a daughter."

"Congratulations, have you chosen a name?"

"Well, her full name is Zhao Yihuan. Brother Zhao and I both hope that she will be happy throughout her life. Her nickname is Huanhuan."

"It's a nice name, very festive."

"Mingzhu, are you willing to be Huanhuan's godmother? You saved Huanhuan's life. Brother Zhao and I are very grateful to you."

She could feel that Shen Hongmei's tone was a little nervous, probably because she was afraid that she would refuse.

Shen Mingzhu smiled slightly and said, "No, you can find another godmother for Huanhuan."

"Mingzhu, you still won't forgive me?"

"Hongmei, I refuse to be Huanhuan's godmother, not because I can't let go of the past, but because I personally believe that any relationship should maintain an appropriate distance, whether it is family, friendship or love. And our current distance is just right, and there is no need for any change." (End of this chapter)


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