She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"It's so inconvenient to live in your house."

Xiao Gao’s wife is a young lady from the city. She comes from a wealthy family and is pretty. When they got married, Grandma Yan attended the wedding.

However, Xiao Gao's wife didn't like to come to the countryside, and she only met him once when they got married.

Because they had little contact and were not very familiar with each other, Grandma Yan didn't want to go to Xiao Gao's house to disturb him.

Director Gao seemed to understand what Grandma Yan was worried about.

"Actually, Xiao He and I divorced three years ago."

At this time, Director Gao didn't want to hide it from Grandma Yan anymore.

He and his ex-wife were college classmates, and it was his wife who pursued him in college.

When Gao Zhixiang was young, he liked to wear white shirts, which were simple, good-looking and inexpensive.

He is the slum male god in the eyes of countless girls.

Xiao He is also the goddess in the eyes of countless boys.

The two of them were a match made in heaven.

After getting married, the two indeed had a wonderful time together.

But as time went on, conflicts arose.

Xiao He comes from a good family, and most of the men she comes into contact with also come from wealthy families. They don't have to work too hard while studying, and they can inherit the family business after graduation.

And he, from a potential stock back then, has become an ordinary high school teacher.

This made Xiao He's family very dissatisfied.

Xiao He initially stood by him and supported his dream, but with the birth of their child Xingxing, their salaries were no longer enough.

Xiao He is used to spending lavishly and never looks at the price tags when buying things.

Even if it is a child's toy, I will buy it casually on a whim.

Then Xiao He, who was probably idle at home taking care of the children, gradually realized the gap between her and her old friends.

He began to feel dissatisfied with Gao Zhixiang.

The rifts between couples caused by money and the conflicts caused by different consumption concepts are not so easy to resolve.

Three years ago, Xiao He's family asked Gao Zhixiang to change his job again and let him work in the He family's company. He did not agree, and a family war broke out.

Xiao He resolutely divorced and left with the child.

Gao Zhixiang is also single again.

"I didn't tell you before because I was afraid you would worry." After simply explaining the reason for the divorce, Gao Zhixiang breathed a sigh of relief.

From now on, I won’t have to make excuses every year saying that Xiao He is busy and can’t go back to the countryside with him.

"You kid."

Grandma Yan didn’t know what to say. She could only touch Gao Zhixiang’s head like she did when he was little.

"Why are you so stubborn? Although you might be looked down upon by others if you go to your father-in-law's company, at least your family can live in harmony. What's wrong with that?"

"But I just want to be a teacher like you."

He now leaves half of his earnings to his son, and uses the other half, except for his own meager living expenses, to donate to poor students.

He will never forget the help his teacher gave him back then, and he is continuing the same thing now.

The profession of teacher cannot be said to be very noble.

But in his heart, it is the best.

"I know what you're thinking." Grandma Yan shook her head, "But you've never thought that if you were more capable, you could help more people."

"Whether you are a teacher or do something else, as long as you don't forget your original intention, it will be fine."

Grandma Yan thought to herself, I didn’t want to be a teacher before, but wasn’t I forced to do so after going to the countryside?

If conditions permit, she would rather be an embroiderer.

Oh, now there is a trendy name, called fashion designer.

"Actually, I hesitated."

However, Xiao He did not give him this opportunity.

After Xiao He divorced him, she quickly married someone else.

That person was also from her circle and had liked her before.