Siheyuan: Starting with level 8 benchwork skills

After returning to the room, Haiping hurriedly asked Song Siming: "Who is this Bai Yichun?"

"My former schoolmate."

"What on earth did they mean by those words just now?"

“I really don’t know about this.”

"Will she come this time?"

"No. She passed away from illness a few years after graduation."

"Did you have any relationship with Bai Yichun?"

"Not at all."

"Oh, I don't believe you."

"Whether you believe it or not, she is dead after all. You are acting like a wife questioning her husband about his infidelity. Ha."

"I'm going to ignore you. I'm going to take a shower."

"Put more water in there so I can get in too."

"Tsk! You are such a person."

Haiping was heard running the water in the bathroom. At this moment, the phone beside the bed started to ring. Just as Song Siming was about to call Haiping, he noticed the name "Su Chun" appeared on the phone screen. His heart suddenly shook, and he decisively picked up the phone: "Hello."

The next day, around noon, the classmates arrived one by one. Most of the men were accompanied by their partners, but there were two people who were different. One was a female classmate who had recently ended her marriage. She might be looking for the possibility of a new relationship, but from her slightly sad expression, it can be inferred that there is not much hope this time. In fact, there were quite a few divorced alumni present, but they did not come alone, and they all had their partners. Judging from age and appearance, this newly single alumni may not have much advantage.

The men formed their own groups, chatting and laughing with each other, while their partners found people they were interested in communicating with. The single woman felt that she could not fit into any circle, so she sat alone by the pool and watched the fish swimming in the water until she finally met a companion.

A well-known and unwavering henpecked man, schoolmate “Hu Lu” arrived with his wife, without their children. His wife exuded a powerful aura that was hard to ignore, giving people a sense of majesty, wealth and a sense of unchallengeable virility.

After entering, she began to look around for familiar faces. After walking around and returning to her seat, her expression revealed a bit of annoyance because the old faces she was familiar with did not attend the party.

Just then the divorced lady showed up and joined her conversation.

"What's going on? This is too much! Whether or not the couple is still married, they should have informed everyone in advance! Now, we don't even know how to greet each other when we meet! Hello, lover; Hello, girlfriend; Hello... This is ridiculous!"

The single female classmate agreed with her point of view and echoed with a sentimental and jealous tone: "Yes! I shouldn't have come at all."

Another one went on to emphasize: "When we eat later, we have to sit together. I can't be with those guys no matter what. That will only greatly lower my status!" She gestured with her fingers and called out each person's name.

Because there were so many people at the dinner, they were divided into two tables, one for men and one for women. "" and his companions went straight to the chief seat, and the others found suitable seats. Unexpectedly, Haiping was left alone to sit next to her divorced classmate.

The men were talking and chatting at the table. In contrast, the women seemed to be more quiet and cold. Even as partners, this group of people would not easily show weakness. Their arrogant mentality of being favored made them not show any friendly intentions.

One particular "guest" was feeling a little uneasy.

With her voluptuous figure, she seemed to be a food lover, but she remained calm in front of the delicacies on the table, not even picking up a chopstick. Her divorced friend beside her could only accompany her silently. Haiping couldn't bear it, so she stood up and poured some drinks for them, and carefully served them some dishes: "Big sister, please enjoy it, you're welcome!"

"Big sister?" She glanced at Haiping and replied with a sneer: "I don't deserve this title. You know, in the context of my generation, people's attitude towards love was not as open as it is today. You know what I mean, right?"

After she finished speaking, she gently nudged her single friend next to her, and then laughed without restraint and with a hint of sarcasm.

After this speech, another person immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "I'm afraid that it wasn't a good time, otherwise they would definitely be extremely anxious. Hahahaha..."

The laughter that followed became louder and more blatant, and the originally joyful dinner table suddenly became solemn.

Haiping could no longer stand the torment of the atmosphere around her, and every bit of her feeling was clamoring for discomfort. The divorced woman next to her noticed Haiping's uneasiness and suddenly said in a gentle tone: "You know what? Unlike these people, you remind me of a college classmate of mine."

Haiping smiled and said, "You are talking about Bai Yichun, right?"

"That's right! Did you guess all this?"

"This is what Song Siming told me. I heard it from his friend yesterday. Who is Bai Yichun?"

"There's a professor's kid in our department who's super nice, and you look a lot like him."

"I heard she had passed away."

"Yes, he had acute leukemia and died soon. This incident made many boys in the class very sad."

Someone nearby added, "It's just like a group of salivating toads eagerly looking forward to eating swan meat, but who knows it's all in vain."

Haiping actually doesn't admire this person very much. He is always arrogant and domineering. Maybe he is really feeling very aggrieved.

Since returning to Tongxiang, Su Chun has been very cold to her, and his tone is full of sarcasm and ridicule, which is extremely sharp. But Haiping is not afraid of such a cowardly person, and she directly refutes him, and even tells Su Chun that if they have loved each other, they will go through it together, but forget it. Don't say that she, Haiping, is absolutely cold and cruel.

As for Song Siming, when his wife learned that he had an affair, she sobbed silently, and only the occasional sound of her throat twitching could be heard.

Song Siming waited until her sobbing subsided a little before handing her a towel and trying to comfort her, "Ah, it's just a casual act," and then said that he had no one who could replace her in his heart. Why should we feel sad for someone who has nothing to do with us?

"I don't believe your lies. In fact, I should have guessed that you had another woman. It has been so long since I had no interest in you! I am so stupid!" Mrs. Song's voice rose again and tears flowed down.

Song Siming sighed softly, realizing that this was a critical moment. He had to face the challenge head on.

Song Siming gently placed his hand on his wife's shoulders, caressing them lightly and gradually applying force, then he pressed his head against her cheek and hugged her with his eyes closed.

His action made the other party want to retreat, but he twisted her body forcefully and held her in his arms. It didn't take long for his wife to soften and burst into tears.

This is the best way to stabilize the situation.

For Song Siming: "The difference compared to the dignitaries in the past is that they have the right to choose any beauty they want, and others can only serve them."

But for him, "No matter which beautiful woman favors me, I will serve her wholeheartedly to the end."

It's really not easy to be a man.

Don't envy those who have mistresses. This job is as tiring as a blue-collar worker.

At a certain time of the day, Haizao was sorting documents at her desk when she suddenly saw a dark shadow appear in front of her.

Haizao raised her face, then her expression changed and she stood up quickly. Could it be that her sister's secret had been revealed?

The person in front of me is Mrs. Song.

He looked at the seaweed from head to toe and did not speak for a long time.

Haizao's hands were covered with sweat due to nervousness. Mrs. Song smiled and said gently, "So it's you. We have met before."

Later, at a cafe.

Bei Xiaofan hurriedly pushed open the door and saw Hai Zao curled up alone in the corner, and immediately walked towards her.

Hai Zao shed tears and called out sadly, "Xiao Fan..." Then she buried her head in Bei Xiaofan's arms and sobbed.

It was obvious that Haizao was filled with fear and grievance. When Xiaofan kept asking her what happened, she remained silent.

On the other side, Hong Daoyan picked up Haizao's mobile phone on the table and left the room.

Find the contact information of the person named Song and call him immediately.

At this moment, Song Siming was participating in a political study. His cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated slightly. He took it out and saw that it was a call from Haizao, which surprised him. He quickly and quietly left the meeting place and went to a more secluded location to answer the call.

"Hai Zao? What happened?" he asked as soon as the phone was connected.

But Hong Daoyan spoke at this moment: "I am Xiaobei. I am with Haizao now. Your wife just came to see us and she is in a very heavy mood. I think that the things between you and your wife are none of our business. Please manage your behavior properly and don't mess around and cause trouble for others!"

These words made Song Siming feel quite uneasy. How did this young man know his secret? He responded calmly: "I understand. This issue will be properly handled."

I canceled the dinner party and went home after get off work. But there was no one at home. I called my wife's cell phone:

"Where are you now?"

The wife replied, "Oh, I'm accompanying Xuanxuan with her homework. It looks like it will take a while for me to get home. I'll prepare dinner for you later."

Song Siming didn't say anything else, just hung up the conversation.

After a long time, his wife and daughter came back, laughing and chatting. With his daughter by his side, he had to temporarily swallow his anger. After the family of three finished dinner, Song sent his daughter to her room to continue her homework, then led his wife into the bedroom and asked quietly: "Did you go to see that girl today?"

"Who are you looking for?" my wife answered nonchalantly while applying hand cream.

A feeling of anger rose in my heart: "Why do you have to do this?"

"I just looked at what kind of person he was. He turned out to be quite ordinary, and his appearance was not what a love rival should have.