Chapter 293: I Want to Divorce You

In fact, Geng Xiaofeng had once imagined that the job his wife used to have, which would make his colleagues laugh, might not be as unbearable as he had imagined.

The wife he knew had contradictory spending habits; for instance, when she had limited money in her hands, she would not go to the markets poor people often frequented to buy cheap clothes, but would instead choose to go to brand-name stores to buy out-of-season clothes on sale.

She said that brand-name clothes on sale with incomplete sizes were of better quality than clothes at the same price in the market.

She knew those cuts and color schemes like the back of her hand, as if she had once been a regular at all sorts of brands.

But sometimes she also appeared to have very low character, such as when she would badmouth the woman next door behind her back, using the most vicious words to curse her.

This made Geng Xiaofeng have some doubts about the mother who raised her, wondering what kind of contradictory person she must have been to raise such a contradictory daughter.

It was just a pity that when he married Shen Yuan, she had already lost her mother.

Children without mothers are all very pitiful; Geng Xiaofeng also had no mother growing up, so he felt an even greater sense of empathy and pity for Shen Yuan.

But all this pity vanished in an instant after hearing the words spoken by his colleague.

The drunk colleague used a lewd and vulgar tone to describe Shen Yuan's former profession: selling meat.

Naturally, he was not naive enough to think that this so-called "selling meat" referred to the kind at the vegetable market.

How could this be?

Yet, thinking back carefully, his wife was both knowledgeable about and repulsed by that sort of thing.

After marriage, there were only two situations when they were in one place.

One was when his wife wanted to please him; she would take the initiative, which every time left him unable to stop.

The other was when he took the initiative; at these times, his wife would look at him with a look of contempt, as if it were shameful for a man to want to do this kind of thing with his own wife.

Geng Xiaofeng did not know how he had returned home, only knowing that his wife was already asleep.

Seeing him return, she turned over and continued to sleep.

Geng Xiaofeng had slept in this bed for a long time, but now he could no longer bring himself to sleep in it.

Whenever he saw Shen Yuan, he would think of the scenes of how she used to be with so many men.

Disgusting.

This kind of thing is something those who have not experienced it cannot empathize with; in short, Geng Xiaofeng could not stand it.

In the darkness, he stared at his wife's sleeping face, his thoughts racing.

For a moment, he thought fiercely about strangling his wife to death, so that he would no longer be in pain.

It would be equivalent to throwing away rotten meat infested with maggots once and for all.

But a kinder little voice in the depths of his heart jumped out to advise him: he could not kill, as killing would mean going to prison.

Geng Xiaofeng did not want to go to prison.

The matchmaker was not wrong; he was an honest man, law-abiding his whole life, mediocre in every way, hidden in the crowd such that it would take effort just to find him.

Now it was fine, he was no longer mediocre, because he had married a woman who sold meat and would inevitably be mocked by everyone.

Sighing, Geng Xiaofeng continued to think in the dark: Shen Yuan selling meat in the past was something that happened before she met him.

Perhaps she had her reasons.

But no, Geng Xiaofeng still wanted to strangle her.

Realizing that something would go wrong if he continued like this, Geng Xiaofeng slapped his own face twice, wanting to clear his head.

Shen Yuan was woken up; she first smelled a foul scent of alcohol, then said with dissatisfaction, "What kind of drunken madness are you throwing in the middle of the night?"

"I want a divorce!"

The moment Geng Xiaofeng saw her open her eyes, he suddenly decided this.

He was an honest man with a narrow mind, so his perspective naturally could not be broad.

Even if he could not bring himself to strangle his wife, he did not want to sleep in the same bed or eat from the same pot as her anymore.

Because he found her dirty—psychologically.

"What did you say?" Shen Yuan doubted she had heard correctly. "Drunk and not sleeping, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"Divorce? Do you know how much the bride price is to marry a wife now? If you divorce me, do you have the money to remarry?"

Shen Yuan sneered.

This expression of hers stung Geng Xiaofeng's nerves; he grabbed her hair and hauled her off the bed.

"You stinking bitch! You dare talk to me like that? Do you dare talk to those men who whored you in the past like that?"

"Damn it, I said divorce! Get down here and find the divorce certificate!"

The more Geng Xiaofeng thought about it, the more he felt he had been cheated; she did not know how many times she had sold herself before, and he had even spent twenty thousand yuan in bride price for such a woman who had been through who knows how many hands!

If his father in the countryside knew that their Geng family had spent half a lifetime's savings to marry such a piece of trash, he might immediately die of anger.

Shen Yuan's head was slammed directly onto the floor, the pain leaving her somewhat dazed.

"Xiaofeng, did you hear some nonsense from someone?"

Why did he suddenly want to divorce her?

The noise in their room woke up Bai Mo; she listened outside the door for a while before gathering the courage to push it open.

"Uncle-in-law, you cannot hit Aunt, this is domestic violence!"

Bai Mo could not believe that her aunt's judgment was so poor that she would choose a man who committed domestic violence.

What kind of skill is it for a man to hit his own wife?

"You go back to your room quickly!" Shen Yuan was both worried that her niece would hear the filthy language from Geng Xiaofeng's mouth and worried that he would hurt Bai Mo.

"Domestic violence?" Geng Xiaofeng had always resented Bai Mo living in the house; now, fueled by the alcohol, he blurted out all the nasty words, "You parasite are simply a jinx!"

"When you lived at the Bai family, you cursed your adoptive father to death; now that you live in our house, your aunt and I are going to divorce too. Are you satisfied? Get out!"

The more Geng Xiaofeng thought about it, the more he felt this was the reason; if it weren't for Bai Mo coming to the house, how could he have been so depressed as to chat with his colleague about such things?

If he hadn't known, then everything would still be the same as before.

He would rather have known nothing at all.

Bai Mo took two steps back in disbelief; it was simply too absurd, how could Geng Xiaofeng blame everything bad on her?

"Who cares about staying here!"

She turned and ran back to the room to pack her things.

Shen Yuan broke free from Geng Xiaofeng's restraint and chased her to the guest room, "Bai Mo, don't be so impulsive; it's night time now, it's easy for something to happen if you go out, just wait until dawn, I'll have your father come pick you up."

Bai Mo was already afraid of the dark, and now that she had a way out, she lay on the bed and began to sob.

So Aunt was just as unfortunate as she was, truly pitiful.

"Aunt, are you really going to get a divorce?"

Shen Yuan shook her head, "No, he is just drunk, he will be fine once he sobers up."

"But, he treats you badly," Bai Mo urged, "you should divorce him."

In order to persuade her aunt to divorce, Bai Mo even brought up Si Rong, "I heard that the first man Si Rong was with didn't treat her well either, but after she remarried, she practically reached the heavens in a single bound, and now she is living incredibly well."

Shen Yuan lowered her neck slightly and just rubbed Bai Mo's head.

She was just a child after all.

"People are different from one another," she thought of her own mother, Li Xuan, who had remarried several times, each one worse than the last, just like leeks in a field.