Chapter 108

He merely gave a faint greeting: "Oh, son's back?"

"Dad, why are you drinking again?!"

Fang Yifan knew Tong Wenjie disliked Fang Yuan drinking heavily,

so he immediately asked,

but Fang Yuan waved his hand and pointed to Fang Yifan's room: "Son, go back to your room first—I need to talk to your mom."

"Dad? Are you drunk?!"

Fang Yifan retorted angrily,

and at that moment, Tong Wenjie also coldly said: "Fang Yifan, go to your room and go to sleep!"

Seeing Tong Wenjie's icy expression,

Fang Yifan could only nod: "Alright, Mom."

Then, Fang Yifan deliberately gave Fang Yuan several meaningful glances before obediently walking into his room.

After Fang Yifan closed his door,

Fang Yuan patted the sofa: "Come on, Wenjie, sit down, let's talk."

But who knew,

Tong Wenjie immediately snapped: "Fang Yuan, did you go through my things?!"

"I didn't."

Fang Yuan denied reflexively,

but Tong Wenjie let out a cold laugh: "Hmph, Qiao Weidong and Song Qian both know—dare you say you didn't go through them?!"

"No, Wenjie, I didn't mean to go through them—I just went to the delivery point to pick up a package, and they handed me everything, so when I got home and opened it, I saw…"

"No, Tong Wenjie, it's my turn to ask you now—explain clearly, what are those clothes for?!"

"Is it any of your business?"

Tong Wenjie rolled her eyes: "I spent my own money—I can buy whatever I want, you have no right to interfere!"

"…."

Fang Yuan was momentarily speechless,

after a moment,

he retorted: "Fine, you spent your own money—I have no right to interfere—but what exactly did you buy?! Tong Wenjie, are you really that shameless?!"

"I'm shameless?!"

Originally, Tong Wenjie's mood had been bad today,

and now Fang Yuan's words directly ignited her fury.

"Fang Yuan, since we got married, have you ever supported this family? Have you ever contributed a single thing to this household?"

"When Yifan was little, you said you had to work—I stayed home alone raising the child, couldn't sleep well, couldn't eat well, I fell several times at home, and all you ever said was 'be more careful'!"

"Later, when Fang Yifan grew up and went to kindergarten, I went out to find a job to support the family—what did you do? You insisted on starting a business and lost hundreds of thousands in two years!"

"Then, when Fang Yifan was in elementary school, middle school, and now high school—how many parent-teacher meetings have you attended?! When Fang Yifan got into fights or caused trouble, did you ever clean up after him? When Fang Yifan was sick and feverish, did you ever give him medicine?!"

"You, as a man, as the head of this household, make me—a woman—earn money to support the family and the child, and you even make me fill your financial holes—Fang Yuan, do you even have a face?!"

"You failed at business, got another job, worked for years, and still only a team leader—yet you come home every night at eight or nine, demanding food and drink—how can you be so shameless?!"

In all these years of marriage, have you ever celebrated our wedding anniversary, my birthday, or Valentine's Day? The only time you ever gave me flowers, it was picking up discarded ones someone else had thrown away!

"Fang Yuan, who's really the shameless one here?!"

Tong Wenjie's rapid-fire accusations

left Fang Yuan deeply embarrassed,

he glanced over at Fang Yifan's room,

and lowered his voice: "No, Wenjie, speak more quietly—Yifan isn't asleep yet…"

"Get out! Who are you to tell me what to do?!"

Tong Wenjie flew into a rage,

grabbed the sofa's blanket and pillows, and threw them out the door,

then ran into the bedroom and tossed out Fang Yuan's clothes as well,

seeing this,

Fang Yuan hurried out to pick them up,

but Tong Wenjie slammed the door shut with a "Bang!",

then cried through tears: "Fang Yuan, I'm filing for divorce!"

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