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When Zhao Guomin returned home, he saw Aunt Chen playing with Jianian in the living room. He thought Song Xiaojuan had not come back yet, so he walked over, took the child and kissed him: "Son, do you miss your dad? His mom hasn't come back yet." The latter question was asked by Aunt Chen.
"I'm back and in the bedroom." Aunt Chen avoided his gaze.
Zhao Guomin frowned slightly, handed the child to the aunt, opened the door and entered the bedroom.
There was no light in the room, so Zhao Guomin pressed the switch and the room suddenly became bright. He saw Song Xiaojuan wearing pajamas, lying on the bed with her face facing the window.
Zhao Guomin closed the door gently, climbed onto the bed, put his hands on Song Xiaojuan's waist, and buried his head in Song Xiaojuan's neck: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Song Xiaojuan knew that she was not asleep when he entered the room, but she didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Guomin.
I even felt a chill in my heart towards Zhao Guomin. He knew clearly that he and Li Cuifen had different auras, but for the sake of making things easier for himself, he forced them to live under the same roof.
In the final analysis, Zhao Guomin doesn't care about her feelings at all. He knows that he has children at home, but he still comes home late every day. Why can he go out and have fun and leave the mess at home to her?
She had sacrificed so much for this family and risked her life to give birth to a child for him. Why did he treat her like this?
He only loves himself, so why should she live with him? Song Xiaojuan was stuck in this dilemma and couldn't get out.
Ever since she gave birth, she had become particularly sensitive, but at the time she didn't know she was suffering from postpartum depression.
The more Song Xiaojuan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Zhao Guomin, though slow to react, also sensed something was amiss. He quickly sat up and wiped her tears, saying softly, "Tell me what's wrong."
Song Xiaojuan pushed his hand away: "Nothing, I just don't want to live with you anymore, let's get a divorce."
Zhao Guomin's brows were furrowed like a Sichuan character this time. "Don't talk nonsense. What's going on?"
Song Xiaojuan sat down and looked directly at him, her expression angry and her voice slightly raised: "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm saying I can't get a divorce!"
Zhao Guomin was silent for a few seconds, his tone still gentle: "Calm yourself first and tell me what happened slowly."
Song Xiaojuan sneered: "Do you care what happened? I told you long ago that your mother and I can't live under the same roof. Did you listen? You know you have a child at home, so why do you come home so late every day? Is the child mine?"
"I thought there was an aunt at home who could help you take care of the children, so I didn't rush back." He didn't dare mention Li Cuifen at this time, for fear that Song Xiaojuan would explode.
"Don't you need to fulfill your responsibilities as a father since you have an aunt at home? You have so many things to do outside every day and don't go home every day. Aren't you afraid that the child will cry and disturb you? I will move with the child tomorrow and leave this house to you two. Don't worry, the child will never disturb you again!" Song Xiaojuan had already opened her voice at this time. She was furious. If she didn't express it today, she felt that she would die.
Damn your sanity!
"Calm down and don't scare the child." Zhao Guomin's original intention was to calm Song Xiaojuan's emotions first.
But when she heard these words, she thought they were calling her crazy and that the man didn't care about her but only the child: "Get out of here!" She stood up and pushed Zhao Guomin off the bed.
Of course he didn't push her. Zhao Guomin felt that something was wrong with Song Xiaojuan. She used to be able to control her emotions, but why did she become like this after giving birth to the child?
At this time, the child in the living room was so scared by the quarrel in the bedroom that he started crying loudly. Li Cuifen also came out from another room.
Hearing Song Xiaojuan scolding Zhao Guomin, he pushed the door open angrily and said, "Song Xiaojuan, what are you trying to do to me? If you don't want to live, get out of here!"
When Zhao Guomin saw Li Cuifen getting involved, his first thought was that he was doomed. He quickly scolded her, "Stop interfering and get back to your room!"
Song Xiaojuan was furious at this point. She jumped to the floor, found a bag in the wardrobe, and stuffed Li Cuifen's clothes into it. She had only one thought in mind!
Seeing her ferociousness, Li Cuifen didn't dare to step forward to stop her. She could only yell at her from outside: "What are you doing! Don't touch my clothes!"
Song Xiaojuan stuffed a bag full of clothes into Li Cuifen's arms and pushed her towards the door.
Li Cuifen yelled, "What are you doing? This is my son's house! Let go!"
Song Xiaojuan ignored her and pushed her to the door. Once the door opened, she pulled her out. Zhao Guomin went forward to pull her out, but Song Xiaojuan took the opportunity to push him out as well: "Get out of here too!"
Bang! The door closed.
Song Xiaojuan looked at Aunt Chen and gasped: "Don't open the door for them!"
Jianian was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe. The moment Song Xiaojuan saw her son, she slowly regained her senses.
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and whispered to the child: "Be good, don't cry, mommy will hold you." Then she took the child.
Their noise had been heard by the neighbor next door. He quietly opened the door and saw Zhao Guomin and the old lady at the door. He laughed awkwardly: "What's going on?"
Li Cuifen was about to speak when Zhao Guomin stopped her: "It's okay. The child was crying every day and disturbed the old lady. I was just about to send her away. I'm sorry for disturbing you so late at night."
The neighbors across the street were also smart people. They waved their hands and said, "It's okay. It's like this with children."
Zhao Guomin curled his lips, said nothing more, and pulled Li Cuifen downstairs, taking this opportunity to see her off.
Li Cuifen sat in the car, her mouth still busy: "This Song Xiaojuan is crazy, she doesn't act like a daughter-in-law, I tell you, the fourth brother must divorce! You have to take this house back, you have to take it back every year, that's our grandson of the Zhao family! If you divorce like this, Mom will introduce you to an 18-year-old, so that Song will regret it! What ability does she have? She's quite old, who would want her?"
Zhao Guomin's grip on the steering wheel tightened. Those who knew him knew he had reached the limit of his patience. "Just keep quiet! Auntie's watching you every year, so don't worry about it. We give you money, so you can have fun. You should enjoy your life at your age. Live your own life and stop worrying about us four brothers."
Li Cuifen was stunned by what she said, and then tears fell: "You despise me, your mother, right? I raised you up and you are not as good as an outsider! I have a miserable life. Why did your father leave first?" Li Cuifen burst into tears in the car.
Zhao Guomin was already upset at this time. He accelerated the car and drove to the residential area where Li Cuifen rented. It was an old residential area with no street lights or anything, and the car could not get in. Zhao Guomin got out of the car and took it up to her.
The eldest son's wife was startled by the knock on the door at this time. When she opened the door, she saw Li Cuifen and the fourth son. Li Cuifen's eyes were swollen. She wanted to ask something, but when she saw that the fourth son's expression was not good, she didn't ask.
Zhao Guomin sent the person there and originally wanted to stay here for one night, but the eldest brother's wife was there, so he didn't feel comfortable staying.
As she turned to leave, Li Cuifen asked with a wooden face and a hoarse voice, "Just stay here. Where are you going so late?"
Zhao Guomin waved his hand: "I'm going home, you guys go to bed early."
After going downstairs, Zhao Guomin sighed. He definitely couldn't go home. It was the first time he saw Song Xiaojuan so angry.
He knew it was definitely not just a quarrel with the old lady. They had quarreled before, but Song Xiaojuan's emotions had never been so out of control.
She was particularly abnormal today. It can be said that she acted very irrationally in this matter. If the news of her driving the old woman away in the middle of the night were to get out, Song Xiaojuan would no longer be able to live with this family.
If she is the real "Zhao Guomin", the consequence of Song Xiaojuan's actions must be divorce. Didn't she think about this, or did she have the intention of divorce?
Zhao Guomin was sitting in the car thinking about these things and forgot to drive.
He had been busy all day and had been busy for half a day at night. He was so tired that he didn't want to move at all. He didn't look for a hotel and just stayed in the car for the night.
Yang Yue saw Zhao Guomin when she went out in the morning.
She first saw Zhao Guomin's car, then she looked inside and saw a head lying on the ground. Her heart was pounding.
She felt that this was Zhao Guomin. Ever since she came back from Zhaojiagou, she had been thinking about him all the time. However, she had never met Zhao Guomin again, and she didn't have his phone number, so she couldn't contact him.
After asking Li Fengjiang indirectly, Li Fengjiang said with a smile that Zhao Guomin was married. Yang Yue knew that he had seen through it, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions.
I thought we were not destined to meet, but I didn't expect to meet again. She knocked lightly on the car window.
Zhao Guomin raised his head in a daze, squinted at the car window, and found a person standing there.
He rolled down the car window and said, "Something's happening." His voice was still a little hoarse.
Yang Yue didn't expect the other party to ask this question first. She didn't feel embarrassed and smiled: "Brother Guomin, I'm Yang Yue, remember?"
"Well, you have something to do." Zhao Guomin's brows were still furrowed, and his whole body was sore. It was really tiring to sleep in a car in such a cold winter.
"It's okay. I was just about to go buy groceries and happened to see you here. Why... are you sleeping here?" She asked cautiously.
Zhao Guomin looked outside. There were not many people on the street and it was just dawn. It was probably around six o'clock. He thought he should go home and see Song Xiaojuan at this time. She should be more relaxed now.
"Brother Guomin, have you eaten?" Yang Yue asked again when she saw that Zhao Guomin ignored her.
"We're just about to eat, you should go buy some groceries." Zhao Guomin didn't want to waste time with her.
Of course Yang Yue saw it, and hurriedly said: "Then wait for me! I will take back the thing you threw at me last time and return it to you." After saying that, she ran away without giving Zhao Guomin a chance to speak.
Zhao Guomin really thought about it and realized that if he lost something, he had to get it back and not leave any misunderstandings.
Yang Yue came back quickly with two buns and a cup of soy milk, and handed them to Zhao Guomin through the window: "Here, the soy milk is hot. Drink it while it's hot. You've slept in this car all night, and you must be feeling uncomfortable. Drink something hot to warm yourself up." Her tone was gentle.
"No need, I'll go home to eat later. Where is the food you mentioned?" Zhao Guomin said in a cold tone.
Yang Yue sighed, looking guilty. "I'm sorry, Guomin, I suddenly forgot where I put it. How about I leave your phone number and I'll send it to you next time I find it?"
Zhao Guomin glanced at Yang Yue meaningfully and said calmly, "No need, just throw it away."
"Oh, it's a pendant. Is it okay to throw it away?" Yang Yue asked in a low voice.
Zhao Guomin cursed in his heart. This was left by the original owner. He thought it was thrown away in the old house in the village, but he didn't expect her to pick it up. He could give up other things, but he couldn't throw away this pendant. He had no choice but to leave the phone number.
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Our Xiaojuan doesn’t have low emotional intelligence, nor does she have trouble managing her emotions. She just suffers from postpartum depression.
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