Before my father passed away, he forced me to marry the heir of a wealthy family.

Fang Yan suppressed her anger and said, "Are you done?"

Zhao Jiahong pursed his lips and said, "I'm going to quit my job tomorrow. It's the same as not being in your class. You won't learn anything, and it's embarrassing."

"After that, go out." Fang Yan pointed in the direction of the door.

Zhao Jiahong's face darkened, "No, Fang Yan, I said so much, why didn't you listen?"

Fang Yan looked at him and said firmly, "I can't resign. Whether you want to take care of the child or not, I will find a way myself."

Seeing that she still didn't want to resign, Zhao Jiahong was a little angry, "Why are you so stubborn and can't listen to bad words? What good will it do to you if you go against your husband like this?"

"I'll give you 4000 yuan every month to take care of your children and do housework at home without being exposed to the sun or rain. But you still despise such a relaxed and comfortable life and insist on going out to embarrass yourself. Are you out of your mind? ill?"

Fang Yan's anger, which she had endured for a long time, was finally aroused by Zhao Jiahong. She got off the bed and roared, "You are the one with a sick mind."

"Taking care of the children and doing housework sounds so easy, so why don't you let your mother do it?"

Zhao Jiahong glared at her, "Fang Yan, I'm talking about you, why are you pulling on my mother? My mother is old and in poor health, and you still want her to serve you."

"My mother has worked hard all her life and she can't take a break now? Besides, why should my mother help you take care of your children and cook for you? You are 27 years old, how can you have the nerve to say this?"

Fang Yan was so angry that her heart ached, "Zhao Jiahong, let me say it again, the child is not mine alone. It is not my responsibility to take care of the child. You have a share, too, and you should take care of the child too."

"Why should I be asked to take care of the children at home?"

Zhao Jiahong sneered coldly, "Why, just because you are my wife and the mother of two children, which mother in the world does not take care of her children?"

Fang Yan counterattacked, "If you say so, then you are the child's father, and you can also take care of the child at home."

"I am taking care of my children at home, who will go to work to earn money, who will support your three mothers, and who will support the life of the whole family?"

Zhao Jiahong said with great disdain, "You? Can your job of selling clothes support our family?"

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said confidently, "Why can't I support you? I will also give you 4000 yuan a month. You can take care of the children and do housework at home, okay?"

"Give me four thousand to take care of the children at home and do housework. Fang Yan, you really can't imagine that the house you stay at home to take care of the children is my house."

"Then I will take care of my children at home, do you have to provide me with housing? Can you afford a house in Haicheng?"

Fang Yan was completely shocked. He had never seen such a man with such strong words and shameless words.

In the final analysis, he still looked down upon her and did not regard her as his wife or family member.

She is an outsider from beginning to end.

How did she get here in the past five years?

Tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, and she felt unworthy of herself for the past five years.

When Zhao Jiahong saw her crying, he didn't feel any distress at all, but was very bored.

"That's what I'm saying. Think about it, resign tomorrow and take care of your children and do housework at home. Otherwise, you will move out and don't live in my house."

Fang Yan wiped the tears from her face and shouted loudly, "I won't resign. I'll just move. Who cares about living in your house?"

"Even if I go out to sleep on the street, I won't live in your house."

Fang Yan angrily took out a lockbox from the closet and stuffed all his clothes into it.

She went to the drawer to get her ID card, graduation certificate and degree certificate, and put them all into the backpack she usually carried.

Zhao Jiahong's face was very ugly, his eyes were filled with anger, and he stared at Fang Yan's every move.

Fang Yan ignored him, opened the door past him, went to the balcony to collect the clothes hanging out, and took out the shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them into a cloth bag.

Ruirui, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, saw her mother packing her things, so she got off the sofa and trotted over to Fang Yan.

He raised his chin and asked, "Mom, what are you packing for?"

Fang Yan bent over, paused with her hand movements, pursed her lips, and said softly in a slightly hoarse voice, "Mom, I need to go outside for something. You stay at home and go to bed early."

Rui Rui blinked her big confused eyes, "Mom, are you going to be there for a long time?"

Fang Yan didn't answer immediately.

Ruirui said again, "Mom, can I go with you?"

Fang Yan's eyes were red and filled with tears. She held back the tears and said, "Mom may be gone for a few days. She will pick you up in two days, okay?"

Fang Yan thought, wait for her to find a house first, and then come to pick up the child.

After Nono stayed in a hotel with her last time, red spots appeared all over her body. For the sake of her children, she couldn't take them with her now.

And she also has to think carefully about how she can go to work to support them and take care of them with two children.

She doesn't have much money on her now. The last time her sister lent her five thousand, she spent two thousand, and only three thousand is left. There are still more than ten days before the salary is paid.

Housing prices in Haicheng are expensive, and renting a house costs a lot of money. Besides, her salary is not high.

How should she live with her child?

These are very real problems.

Ruirui pouted her little mouth, "I want to go with my mother now."

Fang Yan hugged her son gently, "But mom has something to do tonight. If you follow her, she won't be able to do the work."

"Oh, then I'll wait for mom at home." Ruirui said dullly.

"Well, Ruirui is good, be obedient at home and help mom take care of my sister, okay?"

"Okay, I will take good care of my sister, mom, don't worry."

Fang Yan hugged her son again, then reluctantly let go and went back to the room to pack her luggage.

My parents-in-law and my sister-in-law were sitting on the sofa, their faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Nono was sitting on a small stool eating cookies.

Fang Yan came out with her luggage and looked at her daughter who didn't know anything. She reluctantly left.

"Stop." Zhao Zhenglin scolded.

Fang Yan paused and looked back at him.

Zhao Zhenglin stared at her fiercely, "Let me tell you the ugly things here first. If you leave this door today, you will never come back again."

"The marriage between you and Jiahong has also ended because of this. Set a time to divorce, and we will have nothing to do with each other from now on."

Fang Yan bit her lip and looked at the person she had called "Dad" for five years.

He has always disliked her since she married into their family. He often picked on her in life and secretly taught Zhao Jiahong how to suppress her.

Because he was Zhao Jiahong's father and the child's grandfather, she endured it again and again and never refuted a word.

Now, he has said this, asking Zhao Jiahong to divorce her, why is she still holding back.

"It's not up to you to decide whether Zhao Jiahong and I will divorce. For so many years, you have been dictating my marriage to him, and now you have to decide our future."