Zhao Shugen waved at the jeep until he could no longer see the shadow of the bicycle in the trunk, then he turned and left.
He walked along the aisle with his hands behind his back and smiled, and as he smiled, he stopped.
Why is Jinzhi's head wrapped in white gauze? Could something be wrong? Why did she come back at this time?
Zhao Shugen slapped his forehead and said, "Look at how ruthless he is!"
…
Bi Jinzhi turned her head to look out the window, and Liu Qiangdong glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
This glance happened to meet the gaze of Fu Juan who was beside Bi Jinzhi.
He could only smile at the little girl. Fu Juan tilted her head expressionlessly, her ponytail swinging as she looked directly at her mother.
Liu Qiangdong spoke first, "Jinzhi, the child is already so big, how fast does time fly?"
Bi Jinzhi forced a polite smile and said, "Yeah, how old is your baby? Is it a boy or a girl?"
"A boy. Eight years old. He belongs to his mother."
"What? You're not getting divorced, are you?" Bi Jinzhi, who was in a sensitive period, changed her tone. After she finished speaking, she felt that it was too abrupt and tried to make amends:
"No... Oh! I meant I didn't expect it."
Liu Qiangdong himself didn't know why he talked about private matters directly with Bi Jinzhi when he met her.
Normally, few of his colleagues who had worked with him for many years knew about his private affairs, but when he saw Bi Jinzhi, he told her right away, and no one knew what was going on.
But since he had already spoken, he didn't intend to hide it. Besides, he felt very close to Bi Jinzhi when he saw her.
“A lot of things happened after I left our village.
My son was a little over one year old, but less than two, when we went through the paperwork. It was considered an amicable breakup.
I hadn't graduated from college at that time.
At that time, I thought it was because of the times. Now I think about it, haha, there is still not that much fate.
She is now remarried and doing well.
The child was traveling back and forth between the two places. She was nominally with her, but my mother took care of him most of the time. That was basically the situation."
After the man finished speaking, he pushed his glasses elegantly and smiled.
Fate? Hearing this word, Bi Jinzhi was inexplicably angry. Who wants to get a divorce when they are living a good life? Who wants to remarry after getting married?
Look at how good that excuse is for men?
If you don't do it, you will die. After doing it, you have to find excuses for yourself, saying that we are not destined to be together.
What's the point? Can youth be returned to women? Can children be stuffed back in?
If all these were returned to her, she would never want to see them again in her next life or the next.
Bi Jinzhi looked very bad, and her lips were turning pale.
It can be seen that the resentment in her heart has been overloaded, and she has been stuck in a dead end that she feels she cannot get around.
She just couldn't understand why a man would be attracted to someone when he wasn't poor. Was he an idiot? Didn't he think about what the other person wanted from him?
Why don’t these women just catch whoever they are destined to be with?
Bi Jinzhi regretted it so much that her intestines were turning green. She felt that if she could do it all over again, when her brother sent money for the first time, she should have told Fu Guo: "We are not destined to be together. Let's break up peacefully, forget it!"
Liu Qiangdong couldn't keep smiling anymore, he glanced at the rearview mirror, looking a little embarrassed.
At the same time, with just this one glance, he clearly understood two things. One was that Bi Jinzhi treated him as an acquaintance from the same village, not as close as he felt. The other was that Jinzhi wasn't doing well, so let's not talk about her personal affairs.
"You haven't changed at all. You're still the same."
Bi Jinzhi took a deep breath and then spoke:
"Nothing has changed. I've gotten older. I didn't notice it before. I looked at myself in the mirror every day and didn't notice it. I felt like I was still the same.
Others, especially those who haven't seen me for many years, would definitely think I looked old. But no one said anything.
Oh, me, now I think about it, isn't it? My daughter is so old, how could she not have changed, and still think she is not bad.
But time has been kinder to you men than to us."
The two people continued to have this awkward and irrelevant conversation all the way.
Time has given many things to the two people who haven't seen each other for a long time.
The man had always been gentle, modest, and calm, speaking in a gentle and refined manner, treating the days of the past as condiments for his present reminiscences.
Women are sensitive and sentimental. When they talk about working at their parents' home as girls, their faces are full of nostalgia. That is the only thing they can hold on to.
Liu Qiangdong did not ask Bi Jinzhi how she was injured or how she was sent to the hospital.
Bi Jinzhi did not answer Liu Qiangdong's request for the next meeting time. She vaguely skipped the question and moved on to the next topic.
In Bi Jinzhi's heart, she felt that it was unnecessary. She treated Liu Qiangdong like Zhao Shugen, or even worse than Zhao Shugen.
Fu Juan breathed a sigh of relief. The girl felt that her life was so miserable and worrying.
But Bi Jinzhi didn't know at the time that for Liu Qiangdong, that was the most beautiful dream of her youth. Especially since that dream had not yet been fulfilled.
…
Just when Bi Jinzhi paid the hospital bill and went to the surgery department accompanied by her daughter to check the cartilage contusion on her finger, old lady Fu collapsed in the middle of the yard, slapping her thigh and crying.
Old Mrs. Fu wailed, tears streaming down her face from time to time, her eyes blurred with tears, and she looked helplessly at the neighbors standing outside the gate.
She hoped someone could help her, even if it was just to mediate and lend a hand.
"What a sin! How dare you smash my house? I'm calling the police! Who? Who's going to report it to me?!"
"You are committing a sin! You gave birth to a wicked son and brought disaster to my daughter!
Fuck you!
If I were you and gave birth to a beast like that, I would piss myself to death!"
Another old lady stood at the gate, her hands clasped together, cursing back. Although she was older than Mrs. Fu, she didn't have a heart condition. Her voice was loud and she cursed for five minutes straight without taking a breath.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
