Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Let’s Get a Divorce
Translator: 549690339
Jia Xiufang was having a heated phone call downstairs, while Xiao Qian sat beside her, looking at her mother’s not-so-young face.
When her mother was young, she was also a beauty and had a romantic past with Chen Lin. Romance in that era was different from now. The two would secretly share food and exchange flirtatious glances while working in the production team. This was already considered quite progressive at the time.
“Fourth Aunt, my daughter has finally made something of herself…”
Jia Xiufang was just laughing moments before, but now she was crying again.
Handing her mother a tissue, Jia Xiufang wiped her nose and continued her ramblings.
Xiao Qian looked at her mother, who didn’t care about her figure as she aged. She wore cheap clothes from street markets, and her few-dollar T-shirts would fade from washing. At home, she would eat the leftovers out of fear they would go bad.
Her figure changed, and she developed health problems. She worried tirelessly for the family, but no one ever appreciated her. Jia Xiufang wasn’t stupid; she was just trapped by old beliefs. Many women believed that giving everything to their family would earn them rewards, and they lost themselves in loving their husbands too much.
In an ideal world, the more love you give, the more you would receive. But reality is cruel. Women who burned their youthful years for their families only to be dumped or even completely driven out are all too familiar to Xiao Qian.
Many noble ladies came to her for psychological counseling, crying and asking why their husbands who they had followed since youth, endured hardships with, had turned against them and fallen for vixens outside. Why?!
Xiao Qian’s most frequent advice was not to ask why when facing a marriage crisis, but to think about what to do next. Don’t try to restrain visible desires with invisible conscience.
Love is intangible and can disappear with just a word.
Money is visible and tangible, capable of buying many things.
It’s human nature to chase after the new and forget the old.
When in love, one disdains money. But when love fades, they fight viciously for this “vulgar” thing. Who remembers they once loved?
Did Jia Xiufang ever imagine that when she secretly brought fruits to Chen Lin, he would treat her so cruelly decades later?
Xiao Qian would really like to know, if in her past life she married Yu Minglang, what would they be like decades later?
Both being highly intelligent people, their conflicts would surely be more intense than her parents’. However, no matter how skillful Xiao Qian was, she did not want to use those skills against Yu Minglang. That was her bottom line. Moreover, she firmly believed that if she were with Yu Minglang, he would never let her down.
In Yu Minglang’s past life, he searched for Xiao Qian his whole life. If even Yu Minglang was unreliable, what else was left to believe in?
Thinking of Yu Minglang, Xiao Qian’s Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder flared up, and she hurriedly turned on the tap. She felt as if her daughters’ blood had splashed on her hands, torturing her heart, asking how this sinner could ever have a new life.
Her condition would worsen every time she encountered Yu Minglang. It was as if an invisible thread mysteriously led her to meet Yu Minglang time after time. She knew she couldn’t control her emotions around him, and if the condition continued to worsen, she could only rely on medication.
But Xiao Qian knew that even with medication, her condition would only get worse. She couldn’t treat her own Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and seeking other psychologists would do no good. Psychologists were just like doctors who treated physical illnesses: if they caught the disease, it was hard to cure.
It was because they understood too much.
Chen Lin walked downstairs, his face steely and his eyes filled with hostility as he glared at Xiao Qian.
Xiao Qian wiped her hands with a towel, “I got admitted to university, but you don’t seem very happy about it?”
No shit, you’ll be the death of me! Chen Lin really wanted to slap her several times.
“I’m unhappy, but there’s nothing I can do. Your grandma was just told about it and she was so ecstatic.”
Chen Lin was suppressed by an internal shadow of an immeasurable size.
Once the old lady knew about it, this matter had to be settled.
Unlike Chen Lin’s preference for sons, Grandmother was more open-minded. Xiao Qian had spent some time with her grandmother when she was little, and the old lady had the deepest affection for her.
Although Chen Lin was stingy, he was still filial to his mother. Once she found out about this matter, it appeared that Xiao Qian would have to go to school.
He gave Xiao Qian a fierce glare and turned to walk out.
Jia Xiufang pressed the microphone, raising her voice to ask, “Where are you going, husband?”
In response, Chen Lin slammed the door heavily.
Jia Xiufang hung up the phone.
“Qian’er, why is your dad not happy?”
Her daughter was admitted to a top university – such a glorious achievement. Why didn’t Chen Lin even have a smile on his face?
“Why don’t you go upstairs and check if the family passbook is still there.”
Before Jia Xiufang could react to what was happening, Xiao Qian was already pushing her upstairs.
If Xiao Qian’s guess was correct, Chen Lin would be gone for several days once he left.
Chen Lin had all the shortcomings of men: lustful, greedy, stingy, bullying the good and fearing the evil, beating his wife, gambling, and running away when trouble arose.
He must have spent all the family’s money on gambling or on his mistress, planning to use Xiao Qian’s dowry for something else. But he didn’t expect the wedding to be called off, nor for Xiao Qian to drop a bombshell like an admission notice from a top university.
Chen Lin couldn’t afford the tuition and didn’t want to face the accusations from Jia Xiufang and their relatives. So, he had to dodge and hide. Maybe he would find a place to play Mahjong all day or move in with his mistress and fool around. In any case, Xiao Qian was sure he wouldn’t be back before the start of school.
“All!” Jia Xiufang screamed from upstairs. Xiao Qian closed her eyes with a smirk.
See, she knew it. That’s the dark side of human nature.
Xiao Qian handed over the tissue, and Jia Xiufang wiped her nose fiercely, crying into a soggy mess.
The tissue box was already full of used tissues.
“What should we do now? Your dad took all the cash and the passbook from our house. We only have a few hundred dollars left in the drawer. What are we going to use to host your college admission party…”
Xiao Qian rolled her eyes, “At a time like this, you’re still thinking about the admission party?”
Her husband had run away, yet her mother could still think about this. It seemed that other than giving birth to her, a reliable daughter, Jia Xiufang had spent a lifetime making one blunder after another.
“How could I not think about it? Your cousin from your Uncle’s family only got into a crappy college, and they still held a party with over 20 tables. When we met your aunt just a few days ago, she talked to me sarcastically about your affairs. I was so pissed off!”
“Aren’t you supposed to think about how to confront my father right now?” Xiao Qian could no longer keep quiet.
With such a low IQ her mother must have experienced a genetic mutation when she gave birth to her.
“What are you talking about, Qian’er?”
“Divorce! Provide evidence to the court that he took the money and ran. Fight for more family property!” Xiao Qian refused to let her mother be foolishly thrown out of the house like in her past life.
“…What are you talking about? How could I possibly divorce your father!” Jia Xiufang was shocked.
Divorce, she had never even thought about it..
Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Let’s Get a Divorce
Translator: 549690339
Jia Xiufang was having a heated phone call downstairs, while Xiao Qian sat beside her, looking at her mother’s not-so-young face.
When her mother was young, she was also a beauty and had a romantic past with Chen Lin. Romance in that era was different from now. The two would secretly share food and exchange flirtatious glances while working in the production team. This was already considered quite progressive at the time.
“Fourth Aunt, my daughter has finally made something of herself…”
Jia Xiufang was just laughing moments before, but now she was crying again.
Handing her mother a tissue, Jia Xiufang wiped her nose and continued her ramblings.
Xiao Qian looked at her mother, who didn’t care about her figure as she aged. She wore cheap clothes from street markets, and her few-dollar T-shirts would fade from washing. At home, she would eat the leftovers out of fear they would go bad.
Her figure changed, and she developed health problems. She worried tirelessly for the family, but no one ever appreciated her. Jia Xiufang wasn’t stupid; she was just trapped by old beliefs. Many women believed that giving everything to their family would earn them rewards, and they lost themselves in loving their husbands too much.
In an ideal world, the more love you give, the more you would receive. But reality is cruel. Women who burned their youthful years for their families only to be dumped or even completely driven out are all too familiar to Xiao Qian.
Many noble ladies came to her for psychological counseling, crying and asking why their husbands who they had followed since youth, endured hardships with, had turned against them and fallen for vixens outside. Why?!
Xiao Qian’s most frequent advice was not to ask why when facing a marriage crisis, but to think about what to do next. Don’t try to restrain visible desires with invisible conscience.
Love is intangible and can disappear with just a word.
Money is visible and tangible, capable of buying many things.
It’s human nature to chase after the new and forget the old.
When in love, one disdains money. But when love fades, they fight viciously for this “vulgar” thing. Who remembers they once loved?
Did Jia Xiufang ever imagine that when she secretly brought fruits to Chen Lin, he would treat her so cruelly decades later?
Xiao Qian would really like to know, if in her past life she married Yu Minglang, what would they be like decades later?
Both being highly intelligent people, their conflicts would surely be more intense than her parents’. However, no matter how skillful Xiao Qian was, she did not want to use those skills against Yu Minglang. That was her bottom line. Moreover, she firmly believed that if she were with Yu Minglang, he would never let her down.
In Yu Minglang’s past life, he searched for Xiao Qian his whole life. If even Yu Minglang was unreliable, what else was left to believe in?
Thinking of Yu Minglang, Xiao Qian’s Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder flared up, and she hurriedly turned on the tap. She felt as if her daughters’ blood had splashed on her hands, torturing her heart, asking how this sinner could ever have a new life.
Her condition would worsen every time she encountered Yu Minglang. It was as if an invisible thread mysteriously led her to meet Yu Minglang time after time. She knew she couldn’t control her emotions around him, and if the condition continued to worsen, she could only rely on medication.
But Xiao Qian knew that even with medication, her condition would only get worse. She couldn’t treat her own Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and seeking other psychologists would do no good. Psychologists were just like doctors who treated physical illnesses: if they caught the disease, it was hard to cure.
It was because they understood too much.
Chen Lin walked downstairs, his face steely and his eyes filled with hostility as he glared at Xiao Qian.
Xiao Qian wiped her hands with a towel, “I got admitted to university, but you don’t seem very happy about it?”
No shit, you’ll be the death of me! Chen Lin really wanted to slap her several times.
“I’m unhappy, but there’s nothing I can do. Your grandma was just told about it and she was so ecstatic.”
Chen Lin was suppressed by an internal shadow of an immeasurable size.
Once the old lady knew about it, this matter had to be settled.
Unlike Chen Lin’s preference for sons, Grandmother was more open-minded. Xiao Qian had spent some time with her grandmother when she was little, and the old lady had the deepest affection for her.
Although Chen Lin was stingy, he was still filial to his mother. Once she found out about this matter, it appeared that Xiao Qian would have to go to school.
He gave Xiao Qian a fierce glare and turned to walk out.
Jia Xiufang pressed the microphone, raising her voice to ask, “Where are you going, husband?”
In response, Chen Lin slammed the door heavily.
Jia Xiufang hung up the phone.
“Qian’er, why is your dad not happy?”
Her daughter was admitted to a top university – such a glorious achievement. Why didn’t Chen Lin even have a smile on his face?
“Why don’t you go upstairs and check if the family passbook is still there.”
Before Jia Xiufang could react to what was happening, Xiao Qian was already pushing her upstairs.
If Xiao Qian’s guess was correct, Chen Lin would be gone for several days once he left.
Chen Lin had all the shortcomings of men: lustful, greedy, stingy, bullying the good and fearing the evil, beating his wife, gambling, and running away when trouble arose.
He must have spent all the family’s money on gambling or on his mistress, planning to use Xiao Qian’s dowry for something else. But he didn’t expect the wedding to be called off, nor for Xiao Qian to drop a bombshell like an admission notice from a top university.
Chen Lin couldn’t afford the tuition and didn’t want to face the accusations from Jia Xiufang and their relatives. So, he had to dodge and hide. Maybe he would find a place to play Mahjong all day or move in with his mistress and fool around. In any case, Xiao Qian was sure he wouldn’t be back before the start of school.
“All!” Jia Xiufang screamed from upstairs. Xiao Qian closed her eyes with a smirk.
See, she knew it. That’s the dark side of human nature.
Xiao Qian handed over the tissue, and Jia Xiufang wiped her nose fiercely, crying into a soggy mess.
The tissue box was already full of used tissues.
“What should we do now? Your dad took all the cash and the passbook from our house. We only have a few hundred dollars left in the drawer. What are we going to use to host your college admission party…”
Xiao Qian rolled her eyes, “At a time like this, you’re still thinking about the admission party?”
Her husband had run away, yet her mother could still think about this. It seemed that other than giving birth to her, a reliable daughter, Jia Xiufang had spent a lifetime making one blunder after another.
“How could I not think about it? Your cousin from your Uncle’s family only got into a crappy college, and they still held a party with over 20 tables. When we met your aunt just a few days ago, she talked to me sarcastically about your affairs. I was so pissed off!”
“Aren’t you supposed to think about how to confront my father right now?” Xiao Qian could no longer keep quiet.
With such a low IQ her mother must have experienced a genetic mutation when she gave birth to her.
“What are you talking about, Qian’er?”
“Divorce! Provide evidence to the court that he took the money and ran. Fight for more family property!” Xiao Qian refused to let her mother be foolishly thrown out of the house like in her past life.
“…What are you talking about? How could I possibly divorce your father!” Jia Xiufang was shocked.
Divorce, she had never even thought about it..
