Mrs. Qin was just about to ask something, but the call had already been disconnected.
"Let me say a few words." Mr. Qin reached for the phone.
Mrs. Qin snapped, "Say what? They already hung up."
Mr. Qin: ...?
Mrs. Qin continued, "I don’t know who Qin Zhicheng gets that awful temper from. For a guy like him to get married, he must have done something great in a past life. If he doesn’t change that rotten personality of his, I’m afraid his wife will get scared off sooner or later."
Mr. Qin listened and had to admit she had a point.
Qin Miaomiao was speechless.
"Mom, can’t you think of anything nice to say?" ’If anyone heard her say that, they’d think she was cursing her own son.’
After hanging up, Qin Zhicheng went back to his dorm.
Instructor Xie happened to see him.
"What are you doing here? Why aren’t you back home with your wife?"
Qin Zhicheng looked at him. "Help me move some things."
Instructor Xie: ...?
’What a great job he’d just landed himself.’
"The things I do for you," he grumbled.
There wasn’t much in the dorm to begin with, and with two people moving everything, it went quickly.
They loaded everything into the car.
After driving to the entrance of the family compound, Instructor Xie helped him carry it all inside.
Then he left.
After all, Qin Zhicheng’s wife was in her postpartum confinement period, and it wasn’t appropriate for a grown man like him to go in.
He could always come by to say hello after her confinement was over.
Qin Zhicheng didn’t ask him to stay. He moved all the things from the courtyard into the main hall.
Then, carrying an important package, he pushed open the door and went into the room.
Su Yun had just finished feeding the baby.
Qin Zhicheng glanced at her and said, "I just called my family. They should be here in a few days."
Su Yun had already mentally prepared herself.
So, upon hearing that the Qin family was coming, she showed no emotion.
She nodded. "I know."
Qin Zhicheng opened the package and took out a bankbook and a thick stack of cash.
He walked to Su Yun’s bedside and held them out to her.
Su Yun: ?...
Qin Zhicheng looked at her. "This bankbook holds my savings from over the years—ten thousand in total. This cash is from my allowance over the years. I spent some of it, but this is what’s left. Three thousand."
Su Yun sucked in a sharp breath. ’So much? Wait, why is he giving this to me?’
"This is your money, you don’t have to give it to me—"
Qin Zhicheng’s face instantly tightened.
His voice grew strained with displeasure. "In the Qin family, the wife always manages the money. It’s the same for my household. We can’t break tradition."
Su Yun: ...?
’The problem is—I never planned on spending my whole life with him! Why would I take his money?’
Qin Zhicheng saw she had no intention of taking it.
His expression grew even colder.
Without another word, he tossed the bankbook and the stack of cash at her.
Su Yun: ...?
’To think she’d one day have money forced on her—this was a first in two lifetimes. Her feelings right now couldn’t simply be described as complicated; a whole gamut of emotions washed over her.’
"Since your family has this tradition, why didn’t you hand it over to me before? Is it because I’ve given birth to a son now?"
It was a direct hit.
Qin Zhicheng’s face darkened.
Seeing him at a loss for words, Su Yun let out a cold laugh.
"Let me ask you, if I hadn’t given birth to a son this time, and I asked for a divorce, would you have agreed?"
Qin Zhicheng didn’t bother to lie. "Yes."
Hearing his unhesitating answer, Su Yun would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little disappointed.
"It seems that old saying is true—a man’s words are nothing but the devil’s lies. I seem to recall that just yesterday, you were spouting on about how the Qin family has no divorce, only widowhood. What’s this, then? Saying one thing one moment and another the next? I guess you’ll just say whatever suits you, won’t you!"
Qin Zhicheng: ...?