The iron pot tofu stew with big fish was ready.
The fragrance filled the yard.
The family of three sat at the dining table and began to eat, Qiao Qingyu glanced at He Xiuyu, feeling that he was somehow different from usual, but couldn't pinpoint how.
Could it be that he had prepared another gift for her? A necklace was already enough, what else could there be?
…
At the entrance of Shen Fen's house, Mr. Zhao's wife, Huang Ling, placed her hand on the door panel and then slowly withdrew it.
Her eyes were full of anger and sorrow.
She hadn't expected her educated husband to agree with his mother's suggestion.
The thought alone disgusted her.
So she would no longer stay with him. Over these days, she had seen through the true colors of his family.
She accepted that she couldn't have children, so she wouldn't burden him. She was planning to divorce him.
