"I've already eaten outside; just cook something for yourself and the child,"
Wan Dongcheng had long grown tired of the food at home. He liked dining out with others, having a little drink, and shooting the breeze.
Teaching at the second middle school, he had gotten to know quite a few people. When they learned he was Li Julin's son-in-law, they always liked to invite him to meals to curry favor, greatly satisfying his vanity.
It was only then that Li Shiping noticed the smell of alcohol on Wan Dongcheng.
She said somewhat despondently, "Every time you get a break, you go out for drinks. It's been a while since you've sat down with me and the child for a good chat and a meal."
From Monday to Friday, he had classes, always rushing in and out, and she understood that. But even on the weekends, he was never home. Just she and the child were left to mope around the house, feeling utterly empty.
