Chapter 398: Let

"Master Zhou, there's a phone call for you."

In a remote mountain area of Shancheng, a young man called out from a distance to Zhou Zhigang, who was sitting there rolling a dry tobacco cigarette.

Zhou Zhigang hurriedly poured the unrolled tobacco back into the pouch and stood up: "Where is the call from?"

"They said it's from Shancheng city."

"Shancheng city?" Zhou Zhigang muttered in confusion; he had no relatives or friends over there, but he kept walking without stopping to answer the phone.

"Hello, this is Zhou Zhigang."

"Hey, it's Bingkun. I was wondering who it was. How did you end up in Shancheng?"

"Why bring things all this way? Really. Where are you?"

"Alright, I'll go ask my supervisor for leave right now."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhigang ran to ask his on-duty supervisor for leave, unable to hide his smile, and then set off for the city in a car sent by the supervisor...

In a fairly decent hotel in Shancheng, Zhou Bingkun sat on a chair, smiling happily as he watched Li Suhua, who was sitting on the bed tidying up the things she had brought from their hometown: "Mom, if you're tired, just sleep for a while. Dad is coming from far away, it'll still be a while before he gets here."

"How could I sleep?" Li Suhua shook her head: "You have to admit, coming out to walk around and see things is different. This Shancheng really isn't misnamed; it's not like our Jichun, this place is all mountains, everywhere you look there's a slope."

"Right? And you didn't want to leave when we were back home."

"Your mom here, I've never been on a long trip in my whole life, how could I not be flustered inside?"

Zhou Bingkun laughed: "It's fine now, isn't it? Mom, just stay healthy, and in the future, I'll take you abroad to play."

"Go abroad? I haven't even finished exploring Jichun, let alone going abroad."

The mother and son chatted happily in the hotel. Zhou Bingkun listened to his mother's impressions and reflections from the journey. The room was filled with laughter and warmth.

After chatting for a long time, a series of knocks on the door rang out. Zhou Bingkun stood up with a smile: "Dad's here. Mom, what kind of expression do you think he'll have when he sees you came?"

Li Suhua rolled her eyes and waved her hand: "What expression? Hurry up and open the door."

Zhou Bingkun walked to the door with a smile. As soon as he opened it, he saw Zhou Zhigang, who had just rushed over from the construction site, looking dusty and disheveled: "Dad."

Zhou Zhigang happily stretched out his hands and patted his youngest son's shoulders: "Hey, you kid, you didn't even tell me in advance when you came over, pulling a surprise attack like this."

"That's the surprise I wanted." Zhou Bingkun pulled his father into the room: "Hurry inside, Dad, look who I brought."

"Hmm? You brought the child?" Zhou Zhigang hurried into the room and saw Li Suhua standing there with a smile. He was stunned for a moment: "Suhua? Why are you here?"

As he spoke, he laughed and stepped forward to hug his wife, happily patting her back.

"Look at you, am I not allowed to come?"

"Hey, you old woman, I'm happy, I'm just happy."

After the joy of the couple's reunion passed, Zhou Zhigang pulled Li Suhua to sit on the edge of the bed and looked reproachfully at Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting there: "You guys too, your mom is at such an age, why are you dragging her around?"

"Brother Wang Yan said Mom's health is great, nothing will happen to her." Zhou Bingkun poured a glass of water and handed it to his father: "You and Mom talk properly, I'll go buy some food and drinks, and we'll eat together."

"Go, go." Zhou Zhigang waved his hand. With his wife there, where was there any room for his youngest son? He was just about to have a private talk with her...

Zhou Zhigang listened to Li Suhua chatter about what had happened at home, and naturally, that included the conversations between the brothers Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Bingkun on New Year's Eve.

Zhou Zhigang didn't say anything about these matters. Now that their descendants were all grown up and had children of their own, whether they lived well or poorly was entirely up to them. He wouldn't interfere, and he couldn't interfere.

When Zhou Bingkun returned with food and wine, the three of them ate lively in the room.

After having a drink with his father, Zhou Bingkun said: "Dad, how many days of leave do you have? Why not take Mom around here?"

"Hmm, I already told your mom earlier. I'll go call my supervisor in a bit to ask for a few days off so I can spend some time with you guys." Zhou Zhigang smiled: "In your letter earlier, didn't you say you built a factory in Jichun? How is it going now?"

"It's going quite well, but Brother Wang Yan is still the capable one; you really can't compare to him. Dad, you don't know, that pill my brother gave us to eat, he sells it in Hong Kong..."

After staying in Shancheng for seven days, Zhou Bingkun continued the journey with Li Suhua. They went to Pengcheng and stayed for over a month, visited various factories, and even took a stroll around Hong Kong, before happily bringing Li Suhua back home.

After being gone for over two months, their return home was another lively affair, which goes without saying.

Zhou Bingkun hadn't forgotten about Zhou Rong's matter. Now that university had long since started and the leaders and teachers were all back at work, he didn't rest upon returning to Jichun. He went straight to Jiangda University to inquire about the department and the people in charge of housing allocation, and then spent a round of gifts to get things done.

The deed was done, but he didn't tell anyone. He only told Feng Yue, when she urged him, that it was coming soon and he was thinking of ways, pacifying the impatient little girl.

This was indeed his style. Although he said one shouldn't leave one's name when doing good deeds, when it came to his own affairs, he really did just contribute silently without asking for others' recognition. Even though this sister, in his view, was somewhat unfilial, for the sake of his parents' peace of mind, and since he had the ability and the money, he just let it be.

Two more months passed, and it was June, the time for Jiangda University to post the housing allocation list.

That morning, even though she knew there was likely no hope, Zhou Rong couldn't help but ride her bike to the entrance of the office in charge of housing allocation.

Seeing her graduate advisor shaking his head and walking back, she got off her bike and asked: "Teacher, did you not get allocated a place again?"

"Yeah." The somewhat thin teacher, wearing glasses with only a few patches of gray hair on his balding head, couldn't help but shake his head, yet he looked at Zhou Rong with complex eyes: "Actually, congratulations to you. Your name is on the housing allocation list this time."

Zhou Rong was stunned for a moment, her hands gripping the handlebars tightly: "... Really, Teacher? Is it really me?"

The teacher waved his hand: "Why would I lie to you? I even specifically asked about it. It's true, go take a look."

"Alright, I'll go take a look. I'm leaving first, Teacher, I'll come visit you later." Zhou Rong said, then quickly got on her bike and rode off, no longer riding in her previous leisurely manner.

"Congratulations, Teacher Zhou."

"Congratulations, Teacher Zhou, you got a house this time."

As soon as she went in, teachers and professors she knew from the school offered their congratulations. Zhou Rong nodded and greeted them with a smile. After going inside and seeing the clear building allocation, she finally believed it was true. After memorizing it, she quickly thanked everyone for their congratulations, went out, and rode home.

Feng Huacheng's work was relatively leisurely, and he was currently sitting at the table at home researching and writing poetry. Seeing Zhou Rong open the door and return, he didn't even lift his head or speak, just continued to lean over the desk to create. He frowned slightly, annoyed that Zhou Rong had disturbed his train of thought.

Seeing that Feng Huacheng didn't even look up at her, Zhou Rong's smile instantly vanished. She put down her small bag and poured herself a glass of water to drink.

She wanted to say a few soft words to ease the relationship, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know what possessed her, and the soft words turned into sarcasm: "From the time in Beijing until we returned to Jichun, you've been giving gifts and pulling strings everywhere, telling people to vote for your poems. I said you shouldn't be so worldly, vulgar, and sordid, but you called me hypocritical. Feng Huacheng, it's been over six years, how is it now? Isn't it still nothing?"

Feng Huacheng calmly pushed up his glasses and looked up. He didn't argue anymore because he felt it was meaningless; he just looked at the somewhat smug Zhou Rong with an expressionless face: "What do you want to say?"

What Zhou Rong hated most was this; no matter what she said, Feng Huacheng wouldn't argue or make a scene. She hoped Feng Huacheng would be like before and have a big argument with her, because that would make her feel that they still had a warm marital relationship. Now, it felt more like they were familiar strangers.

She let out a long breath, her eyebrows arched, and a sense of superiority radiated from her: "I was allocated a house."

Feng Huacheng paused and frowned: "Did you go to Bingyi, Bingkun, and Wang Yan?"

This was a normal guess. After all, they had lived together for over ten years, and based on his understanding of Zhou Rong, given her conduct, it was impossible for her to have the ability to get a house allocated on her own.

"Feng Huacheng, put away your dirty thoughts. I work diligently at my teaching job every day; it must be that the school leaders saw my efforts, which is why they allocated me a house. Besides, if I had gone to them, I would have asked long ago, why wait until now? Who is like you, sending gifts and begging people everywhere all day long, and still making me go to them to get things done."

Zhou Rong was very confident, and she also liked this kind of unexpected outcome. After all, she hadn't done anything, just focused on her own work, and she got a house, unlike Feng Huacheng, who sent gifts everywhere and begged people with a thick skin, only to end up with nothing.

"Really?" Feng Huacheng still didn't believe it.

"Feng Huacheng, are you done yet? I got a house, do you have to be so suspicious? Besides, even if I really did go to my brother and brother-in-law, so what? Don't think of me as being like you; I don't have a skin as thick as yours." Seeing Feng Huacheng's face turn cold as frost, his fists clenched, and his cheeks bulging, Zhou Rong smiled smugly: "I'm not talking to you anymore, I have to go out and buy some vegetables. I'll come back and cook a good meal tonight. Yueyue will definitely be thrilled when she hears this news; she's been saying for a long time that she wanted a room of her own."

She was just teasing him; she didn't want to really have an argument. After all, it was such a good day, and she didn't want to ruin her happiness.

After Zhou Rong left, Feng Huacheng let out a cold snort and slammed his fist onto the table with a *thwack*.

He felt absolutely no joy about getting the house. Because things had come to this point, the child was already over ten years old, and their marital affection had basically been argued away. He had long since looked past the matter of the house. If he had obtained it himself, he would indeed be very happy, but now that it was Zhou Rong who had gotten it, and she had used it to mock him, how could he be happy?

Moreover, he didn't believe what Zhou Rong said. Of course, he believed that perhaps Zhou Rong really didn't know, but regardless of whether he believed it or not, he didn't think that Zhou Rong, a person who held herself so high and aloof, could get a house allocated at school. There must be a hidden story behind it. After all, there were so many old professors waiting in line, who did she, Zhou Rong, think she was?

He was desperate now; whether they got a house or not didn't matter. Because Zhou Rong called him worldly, vulgar, and sordid, saying he begged people with a thick skin to vote for his poems, denying him from head to toe, from inside out, as worthless.

He was immensely confident in his own talent, but he knew even better that there were many people with talent in this world, but not many who ever got ahead. No matter what one did, it was never wrong to have others help you along. He, who was involved in literature and art, should be even more so. This was such a simple truth, yet to Zhou Rong, it became sordid. If one were to follow that logic, there would be a sea of sordid people; what kind of person did she think he, Feng Huacheng, was? However, after arguing for so many years, he didn't want to say those useless things to Zhou Rong anymore. He talked about the front gate tower, she talked about the hip joint; they were like chickens talking to ducks, there was really nothing to say.

Speaking of the house again, back when they were in Beijing, he had thought about borrowing Chen Jing's house for a while. But that would make him look very incompetent, so he didn't have the nerve to bring it up. However, he had mentioned this idea to Zhou Rong, hoping Zhou Rong would step forward, but Zhou Rong didn't have the nerve to bring it up either, and instead sprayed him with a lecture. He was indeed in the wrong, and he was indeed too concerned about face, so that was that, and they returned to Jichun.

After returning to Jichun, and after another year of effort without results, he had suggested that if it really didn't work, they should look for Zhou Bingyi, Zhou Bingkun, and Wang Yan. These three were all more impressive than the last. Furthermore, Zhou Bingyi had even been a school leader at Jiangda University. Although his rank wasn't high, he still had connections. Not to mention there was still the father-in-law behind them. Zhou Bingkun had money, Wang Yan had extensive connections and money; any one of them could solve their problems.

By this time, he no longer cared about face. He said he would go look for them, but Zhou Rong adamantly refused, saying she wouldn't cause trouble for the family. He knew it was still Zhou Rong who didn't have the nerve, wanting to keep her aloofness. Thinking about it, it was normal. Before, she was considered well-off in the family, after all, she was a top student from Beijing University, but later, Zhou Bingkun became a big boss doing business, and in the whole family, she was the one who was doing the most miserably, so it wasn't easy to open her mouth.

Of course, he also knew that Zhou Bingkun had opinions about Zhou Rong and him, and Wang Yan actually felt quite indifferent toward them, not close. He naturally knew the reason; it was because back then Zhou Rong had run so far away on her own to find him, causing Li Suhua to be heartbroken and cry until her eyes were ruined. If it hadn't been for Wang Yan, those eyes would have been permanently damaged. And they hadn't returned for so many years, so how could they not have opinions? It was just that out of consideration for the old couple, they had never spoken about them.

He shook his head, let out a long breath, calmed the unhappiness in his heart, and lowered his head, forcing himself to focus on his creative work.

But this creative work, not to mention needing inspiration, with his head full of annoying things and his stomach full of bitterness with nowhere to tell, he couldn't create anything...

In the evening, in the shared corridor of the residential building, Feng Huacheng was wearing an apron, holding a large ladle, and looking at Feng Yue with a smile: "You're back, Yueyue. Hurry inside and wash your hands, we're about to eat."

Feng Yue carried her backpack on one shoulder and looked at the food in the pot: "Sweet and sour pork? What good news is there? So extravagant?"

"Go inside and let your mom tell you. You hurry up and get up, stay further away, the cooking fumes are heavy." Feng Huacheng waved his hand with a smile, shooing his daughter away. This was his greatest hope in this family. Without such a daughter, with Zhou Rong like that, he would have stopped serving her long ago.

Feng Yue carried her backpack into the room, saw the several dishes on the dining table, and let out a "Whoa": "Mom, this is fish and meat, are we not living frugally? What good news is there exactly?"

Zhou Rong slapped away Feng Yue's hand, which was anxiously reaching for the food: "Wash your hands first, I'll tell you after we eat."

Feng Yue stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth, sucked on her fingers, threw her backpack onto a stool to the side, and then went out to wash her hands. By the time she returned, Feng Huacheng had already brought the sweet and sour pork to the table and was pouring wine there.

She sat down at the table, took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by her mother, picked up a piece of meat, ate it, and muttered: "Can you tell me now? So mysterious..."

Zhou Rong glanced at Feng Huacheng, who was drinking on his own and not even looking at her, picked up a drink, poured a glass for her daughter, and smiled: "Your mom here, I got a house allocated. We'll move in next month. Didn't you say you wanted a room of your own? This time you can decorate it yourself, are you happy?"

Feng Yue opened her eyes wide: "Really?"

"Of course, would that be fake?"

Turning her head to look at her father, who was nodding with a smile, Feng Yue happily picked up her glass: "That's great, my little uncle really didn't lie to me. Mom, Dad, let's have a drink together."

Zhou Rong's hand holding the wine glass trembled. She glanced at Feng Huacheng, who had also noticed, and asked: "Yueyue, what did you say? What do you mean your little uncle didn't lie to you?"

"Nothing, nothing." Knowing she had let something slip, Feng Yue waved her hands repeatedly: "Let's hurry up and eat, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

*Thwack! * Zhou Rong slammed her glass heavily onto the table, her face looking ugly: "No, you tell me clearly before you eat. What does this have to do with your little uncle?"

Feng Huacheng patted his daughter, who had been startled and shivered: "Why are you scaring her? Can't you speak properly? Yueyue, speak, look at your mom like that, can we still eat a good meal if you don't speak?"

"How am I like that? Huh? How am I like that?" Zhou Rong's voice rose involuntarily.

"Enough!" Feng Yue shouted: "It's because you two argue about the house every day that I told my little uncle. Why do you always argue? Can you stop arguing? You're annoying me to death..."

After finishing, Feng Yue ran out without looking back.

"Stop, Yueyue, you stop right there." Zhou Rong got up and chased after her. Seeing she couldn't catch up, she shouted: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find my little uncle, you two go ahead and argue."

Watching Feng Yue run downstairs, Zhou Rong stomped her foot and let out a long breath to calm the anger in her heart. Ignoring the people who had opened their doors to watch the commotion, she turned and returned to their own room.

Zhou Rong sat by the table and downed the glass of wine in one gulp. Seeing Feng Huacheng drinking and eating on his own, looking calm and collected, she said: "Are you smug now? If you want to laugh, then laugh, no need to hold it in."

Feng Huacheng let out a "Heh," looked up at her calmly: "I don't understand why you're venting your anger on the child? Is it because you mocked me this morning for being worldly, vulgar, sordid, and shameless, claiming you got the house by your own ability, only for the truth to come out tonight, and now you're ashamed and angry? Ever since we brought Yueyue to Beijing in the summer of '78, we started arguing. We've argued for so many years, do you think she could have no thoughts about it? They say parents are a child's best teachers, but you? Zhou Rong, I really don't understand, why are you so hypocritical?

All these years, I've been smiling and fawning over people to get a house, do you think I wanted to? Fine, I'm worldly, vulgar, sordid, and shameless. But at least I was working hard and contributing for the sake of the house. You? What did you do? You just stood on the moral high ground, accusing me, looking down on me, saying this was wrong and that wouldn't work. Did you work hard for the house? Since you were going to go to your brother in the end anyway, what was it that you were insisting on all these years?"

"You..." Zhou Rong's face turned red, then blue, then white, but she wouldn't admit defeat: "You don't need to talk about the child, it has nothing to do with the child. It was you who begged people everywhere with a thick skin to vote for your poems, and what was the result? What did you get? No house, and you didn't even make it into the Writers' Association. Yes, I went to my brother, but he has that ability, what about you? You spend all day critiquing this and that, saying this literary style doesn't work, that the wording is imprecise, this is far-fetched, that has no substance. Is it useful?"

Feng Huacheng's cheeks bulged; he was gritting his teeth, gripping his wine glass tightly: "What did you say?"

"What, am I not speaking the truth?"

"You..."

Zhou Rong ignored him, poured another glass of wine, and left behind a sentence about picking up Yueyue and returning, then left directly.

Feng Huacheng drank glass after glass of wine, his eyes unfocused, as if recalling the past. The more he drank, the brighter his eyes became, until finally, they focused on one point, his gaze intense. *Screw you, Zhou Rong, screw this crappy life of yours... *

"Yueyue? Look at you, child, why did you come over by yourself? Hurry up and wash your hands, sit at the table and eat." Li Suhua saw Feng Yue, who had suddenly run in, and hurriedly greeted her.

Feng Yue wasn't polite either. She washed her hands in the outer room, sat at the table, took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by Zheng Juan, and started eating: "Little Aunt's cooking is still the best, much better than what my mom and dad cook."

Zheng Juan looked at the little girl wolfing down her food with a smile: "If it's delicious, then eat more."

Zhou Bingkun, who had only returned a few days ago, said: "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with your mom?"

"Little Uncle, didn't I ask you to help our family buy a house before? Today the school allocated a house to my mom. I thought, that must be Little Uncle's credit. I was loose-lipped for a moment and said 'Little Uncle really didn't lie to me,' and then my mom and dad found out, and then they were going to argue, so I ran over here."

Li Suhua glanced at her youngest son, who was laughing, and said to her granddaughter: "Getting a house allocated is a good thing, why are your mom and dad arguing?"

Feng Yue shook her head: "It's all because I went to my Little Uncle, really..."

Li Suhua picked up a piece of meat for Feng Yue: "They aren't happy even when you do it for their own good. When your mom comes over, I'll talk to her, it's too outrageous. Eat, Yueyue, eat more meat."

Feng Yue was still quite popular at home, of course, that was among the adults. The children didn't care about her; mainly, children's emotional bonds were built on playing together. Like Feng Yue, who only came back with her parents once a month, it was really just average.

The family was chatting and eating as usual. After a while, Zhou Rong pushed the door open and came in. Without saying a word, she first let out a cold snort: "There's a whole table of food at home that you don't eat, and you run over here to eat until your mouth is oily."

Seeing Feng Yue not answering, Zhou Rong wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Li Suhua: "What are you saying? The child missed her grandmother, so she came over to see me, is that not allowed? Why such a big temper, why are you losing your temper at the child?"

"No, Mom, you don't know, she..."

"How would I not know? Isn't it just that she went to find her uncle Bingkun? Is that wrong?"

Zhou Rong shook her head and looked at Zhou Bingkun: "Bingkun, you too, such a big matter, why do you listen to what a child says? If I wanted to go to you guys, wouldn't I have asked long ago? Besides, you should have told me before you went to handle it, making me so passive."

Zhou Bingkun frowned slightly, but his face was smiling: "So, I shouldn't have interfered?"

"Look at you, why are you speaking so sharply?" Li Suhua gave her youngest son a poke directly, then turned to look at Zhou Rong, whose face had also fallen: "You too, Bingkun was kind enough to help you, and now it's his fault? How can you say that to Bingkun?"

"No, Mom, Bingkun, I didn't mean that, I was just saying." Zhou Rong waved her hand: "How about this, Bingkun, how much money did you spend to handle this? I'll pay you back."

Hearing this, without even looking at his youngest son's face, one knew how unhappy he must be... Li Suhua stood up and gave her daughter a not-too-light slap: "Oh my, what are you saying? Bingkun didn't even want to tell you, he didn't want your money. Besides, he's such a big boss, is he short of that little bit of your money? A younger brother has the ability to help his older sister, and if an older sister has the ability, she helps her younger brother. They are own siblings, what's the big deal? Alright, you haven't eaten yet, right? Hurry up and sit down to eat."

Glaring at Feng Yue, who was eating big mouthfuls, Zhou Rong didn't say anything more. She took a stool and sat at the table, took the bowl and chopsticks brought by Zheng Juan, and started eating.

This time, there was no liveliness like before. Only Li Suhua and the considerate Zheng Juan were talking. Zhou Bingkun was drinking his wine mouthful by mouthful, ignoring Zhou Rong.

Zhou Rong herself realized it too; what she had said was indeed not right, and she had truly failed to live up to her own brother's good intentions. After pondering it for a while, she said, "Bingkun, I'm sorry. Don't be like me; I was just anxious."

"It's fine, sister, I know." Zhou Bingkun shook his head: "But I have to say one thing to you: don't always fight with my brother-in-law in the future. And don't talk about Yueyue, she's very sensible. She told me that with a house, you and my brother-in-law wouldn't argue anymore. Now that the problem is solved, you two should live your lives well from now on."

Being lectured by her younger brother, Zhou Rong felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't speak, just nodded.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Bingkun had no heart to say anything else, continued drinking his wine, and let it be whatever it would be.

After an unhappy meal, Zhou Rong said Feng Yue still had homework to do, and took her daughter back home in a hurry.

"Your sister isn't living well either, don't be angry with her, Bingkun."

Zhou Bingkun was kneading his mother's shoulders: "Don't worry, Mom, I didn't take it to heart. She might have just come over after having a fight at home. I really don't know why she and Feng Huacheng are like that? How can they fight like that? You say she secretly ran to the mountains of Qian Province back then just to be with Feng Huacheng, what's going on now? They were so good and loving before, but now, they have a small fight every three days and a big fight every five days..."

"Which couple doesn't fight? Your dad and I didn't fight less."

"Zheng Juan and I haven't fought in all these years, look how good we are."

"You still have the nerve to say that. With that temper of yours, isn't it Juan who is yielding to you? If it's good, it's because Juan is good, it has nothing to do with you."

"Being able to marry Zheng Juan back, that's also my ability, isn't it..."

When Zhou Rong brought Feng Yue back to their small home in the residential building, Feng Huacheng was already lying on the bed fast asleep, with the remaining food and dishes left on the table.

Looking at the empty wine bottle, Zhou Rong let out a snort, urged Feng Yue to do her homework, and she busied herself with cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks. She had cooked so many dishes, but hadn't eaten much, and now it was summer, so it wouldn't keep, and who knew if it would all go bad by tomorrow.

After a busy time, Feng Yue finished her homework and lay down on the bed, which had been added with a second layer, to sleep. As for Zhou Rong, watching Feng Huacheng, who was sleeping like a dead pig, she let out a long breath and lay down beside him to sleep...

The next day, Feng Huacheng rubbed his aching head and sat up. Zhou Rong was combing her hair in front of the mirror to the side: "Hmph, you can drink so much all by yourself."

Feng Huacheng rubbed his eyes, picked up his glasses, and put them on: "Where's Yueyue?"

"She went to school early. What are you thinking? Why drink so much wine by yourself? Drowning your sorrows?"

Feng Huacheng ignored her, got up, poured a glass of water, and after moistening his parched throat, sat down on the edge of the bed: "Zhou Rong."

"Hmm?" Zhou Rong responded absentmindedly, not even looking at him.

"Let's get a divorce!"

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