Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

From that day on, the He family suffered intensified torture.

Even if He Sichen made his wife unhappy with just one sentence, he might not be able to figure out what was wrong with the sentence, but that was not important. What was important was that it would get him a severe beating.

He Sihou had reason to believe that his wife just wanted to beat him, and everything was just an excuse. No matter how well he did things, Ye Ziling could still pick out a bunch of thorns.

His feeling was undoubtedly accurate.

Ling Liang was just looking for trouble and deliberately made things difficult for him.

It is very easy for a person to find fault with another person if he is too full of energy.

The stains on the clothes that cannot be washed away, the random garbage left on the mopped floor, the salty taste of the food, and even He Sichen coming home a little late from get off work, these small things can become an opportunity for Ling Liang to take action.

"Director He, Director He!"

After being woken up for the third time in the company's internal group meeting, He Sichen stood up suddenly with a start.

Everyone couldn't help but pay attention to him.

"What's going on, Director He? Didn't you sleep well last night? I'm not talking about you. Do you want me to emphasize how much attention you attach to this meeting? All departments are waiting for us to discuss the plan to develop the market in City C. , Director He met with Duke Zhou several times at critical moments, didn’t he take the future of the company seriously?”

The deputy director, a fat man in his late 40s, shook his face and stated the facts almost harshly, without giving He Sichen any face.

He Sichen's face looked ferocious for a moment, but his expression disappeared so quickly that it seemed as if it had never appeared before.

He quickly reflected on his mistakes to everyone present, and continued the meeting with great energy.

Only He Sichen himself knew how much he wanted to rush over and strangle this fat man to death after the deputy director said those words.

It was indeed wrong to sleep at the meeting, but was that something he could control?

If he hadn't been exhausted from dealing with Ye Ziling, which seriously affected his work status, how could he have done such a scandal!

The deputy director's deliberate embarrassment was very clear to He Sichen. Among the four candidates for marketing director proposed by the company's management, they were the two most competitive.

The result was that he was successfully promoted, became more valued by leaders, and had a better development platform, but he was defeated as deputy director.

The pathetic jealousy of a loser.

He Sichen sneered in his heart.

I heard from other colleagues that the deputy director paid special attention to the promotion opportunity last time.As a man, if you are forty years old and have not achieved much, you will be looked down upon.

What's more, neither his parents have a pension, and his wife is not in good health. She suffers from all kinds of ailments, big and small, and relies on medicine to cure them.

The child is not particularly upbeat and is in the first grade of junior high school in a second-rate middle school.

It was a second-rate school. He Sichen felt that this child would not have any great potential in the future.

When he was free, He Sichen occasionally thought of the hopeless life of the deputy director's family, and she couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy for him.

He couldn't imagine what a person would become in such a suffocating environment, and at the same time, he sincerely thanked himself for being reincarnated.Although my parents’ positions in the workplace were not high in the past, the quality of life at home was unparalleled, and they were able to speak and help with many things.

But now, the deputy director had given him a shame, and He Sichen's sympathy, which was so hypocritical that it could be ignored, disappeared without a trace.

He quietly looked at the fat man who was frowning and thinking while looking down at the documents in his hand. He only wished that the fat man's wife at home was not as crazy as Ye Ziling.

Fantasy is just fantasy after all, and the increasingly sad days of the He family are still going on non-stop, without any sign of changing for the better.

He Sichen considered himself a very tolerant person, but under his wife's unreasonable troubles and relentless beatings, he felt like he was going to have a neurasthenia.

No, he must have had a nervous breakdown.

I lost a lot of hair, lost my appetite, lost a lot of weight, couldn't sleep, and was often awakened by a little noise in the middle of the night. Then I would wait for dawn with my eyes open, and go to the company with heavy dark circles under my eyes.

He Sichen thought that if he continued to live in this state, sooner or later he would suffer from mental illness, or he would die suddenly while working at his job.

He didn't want to get mentally ill, let alone die suddenly. He was still young.

So He Sichen went to the neighborhood committee.

He hoped that the neighborhood committee could persuade his domestically violent wife to get back to her original state, and even better, provide him with justice and help him divorce Ye Ziling.

After his father-in-law and mother-in-law left, He Sichen had begged his wife to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce nearly ten times in the past month. On average, he begged his wife almost once every three days.

What he said the most was: "Yeling, we have no feelings for a long time. How about we get together and go away? Whatever you want, I will give it to you if I can afford it. Can you just let me go?" !”

However, Ye Ziling, his hard-hearted wife, smiled and said: "Why divorce? I still have a good impression of your family. Besides, Xiaopeng is still young. If he gets divorced, won't he have no father? How can this happen? OK?"

He Sichen roared at Ye Ziling to take Xiaopeng away.

He also felt uncomfortable losing the custody of his son, but if he and his parents continued to live with Ye Ziling, I was afraid that the lives of the three of them would also be in her hands.

Children can be reborn. He Sichen's conditions are so good. Isn't it easy to find someone to remarry?

Xiaopeng, just throw it away, look at Ye Ziling taking care of him like an eyeball, a lung, and a leaf. His son, He Sichen, can't stand the grievances of her.

From now on, I often go to Xiaopeng to communicate with him. The blood of father and son is here, and he will not be afraid of his son not being filial to him when he gets old.

He Sichen thought about things very beautifully. In just a few seconds, he envisioned Xiaopeng's future when he grew old and came to visit him despite his mother's objections.

Then, he received fists and kicks from his wife, "Why are you laughing? It's so disgusting. It makes me feel uncomfortable all over."

Only then did He Sichen realize that he was so happy thinking about that scene and couldn't help laughing.

But this is not the reason why Ye Ziling can beat and scold him at will!

"1202, yes, that's it. Come on, Mr. He, please open the door."

The voice of the neighborhood committee staff confirming the house number brought He Sichen back from his thoughts.

He Sichen immediately stepped forward, entered the password and opened the door.

Including himself, a group of six people filed in.

Ling Liang looked at these strangers in surprise, but stood up and greeted them.

"We are members of the community committee. We don't need to serve tea. We don't need to serve tea. Why are you so polite? Well, at the request of Mr. He, your husband, we came here to mediate family conflicts for you."

The first lady, with her hair tied up in a high bun, was very cheerful and explained the matter clearly in a few words.