"I’ve already eaten outside; just cook something for yourself and the child,"
Wan Dongcheng had long grown tired of the food at home. He liked dining out with others, having a little drink, and shooting the breeze.
Teaching at the second middle school, he had gotten to know quite a few people. When they learned he was Li Julin’s son-in-law, they always liked to invite him to meals to curry favor, greatly satisfying his vanity.
It was only then that Li Shiping noticed the smell of alcohol on Wan Dongcheng.
She said somewhat despondently, "Every time you get a break, you go out for drinks. It’s been a while since you’ve sat down with me and the child for a good chat and a meal."
From Monday to Friday, he had classes, always rushing in and out, and she understood that. But even on the weekends, he was never home. Just she and the child were left to mope around the house, feeling utterly empty.
"You think I have it easy outside?" Wan Dongcheng complained. "You think I want to drink? I want to do business, but neither my parents nor you support me. Now I’m teaching, and I got my teacher qualification on my own. Those senior teachers like to bully people, too. At the school, isn’t every day filled with sneers and jeers? You stay at home, taking care of the child, watching TV, living comfortably; you have so much energy because you don’t know the hardship of working."
Li Shiping was at a loss for words after his harangue.
She knew he harbored many grievances against her and her family, but it wasn’t her family’s fault.
Her husband wasn’t at fault either; he just wanted her to have a good life, but it had to be achieved with hard work.
Besides, their life wasn’t bad at all.
If only her husband was willing to be down-to-earth, her family would help.
She didn’t know how to communicate this because she knew that once they did, it would lead to an argument.
She sighed helplessly and changed the subject, "I’ll go cook. You spend some time with the child."
Wan Dongcheng looked disdainfully at the child standing by Li Shiping’s feet, "Let her play by herself in the living room. I’m tired and going to sleep for a bit—don’t let her come into the room and disturb me."
After saying that, he walked into the bedroom.
She picked up her daughter with a heavy heart. The child was well-behaved; even if left alone, she would be fine playing in the living room for a while. She had intentionally wanted her husband to spend time with their daughter, hoping to foster their father-daughter relationship. Follow current novels on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩
Her husband disliked that she had given birth to a daughter. Now two years old, he hardly ever wanted to hold her.
She wished her husband could see for himself how adorable their daughter was, but sadly, he was very resistant.
Well, it would have to be a slow process.
Shen Mianmian returned from Li Shiping’s house and just happened to run into He Nan about to go upstairs.
Shen Mianmian shared with him about Wan Dongcheng wanting to sell the house. He Nan’s brows furrowed slightly, "Wan Dongcheng has unsound intentions; try to avoid contacting him in private as much as possible."
As for the issues between Li Shiping and Wan Dongcheng, that was a matter between husband and wife, and he didn’t feel it was appropriate for him to intervene or judge.
Shen Mianmian nodded and asked, "Should we tell Li Yue about this?"
He Nan said indifferently, "I will talk to him about this. It’s not suitable for you to do so."
Li Yue was hot-tempered. If he knew Wan Dongcheng wanted to sell the house, he would certainly look for trouble with Wan Dongcheng. If a dispute arose between the two families, it would put Li Shiping in a difficult position.
As the initiator of the discussion, Shen Mianmian wouldn’t end up in a good place either.
"Okay." Shen Mianmian’s eyes brightened. She had brought this up with He Nan precisely because she wanted him to subtly remind Li Yue.
She knew He Nan was smart and he wouldn’t let the issue be associated with her.