"What?" Jian Anran saw this and sneered, "Do you still want to commit domestic violence? Don't be arrested and imprisoned then, which will affect your son's public examination."
One sentence tells the two things that Jian Shaobo cares about most: Jian Anjie, the "successor", and Kao Gong, who glorifies his family name.
After more than twenty years of getting along day and night, Jian Anran knew how to manipulate his psychology, which instantly extinguished Jian Shaobo's immediate impulse. After waking up, his hand raised in the air suddenly could not be raised or lowered, and the scene was momentarily awkward.
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"Pa—" He smashed the glass bowl to the ground, and the broken glass even flew in front of Jian Anran.
"This can't be the way you talk to me." Jian Shaobo tried to say these feeble words to save himself.
"Do you still want our whole family to serve you respectfully?" Jian Anran said and took Yang Yahui's hand.
Since working in the hospital in recent months, her hands have been disinfected several times a day. Within a short time, the skin on her hands has become wrinkled and the peeled areas on her fingertips have even turned white.
Seeing a terrifying look, Jian Shaobo quickly turned away.
"You dare not look at it?" Jian Anran thought it was ridiculous. "For your disgusting vanity, now my mother can only do cleaning. You are not someone who makes millions every day. Why are you pretending to be so big with others?"
How can I keep my wife at home and be a full-time housewife?"
"Also," she stood up and used her shoes to push away the broken glass in front of her, "How are you going to repay my mother's shop? And my uncle and my aunt's loans, when will you pay them back?"
"Are you still going out to smoke and drink? Doesn't it mean that the food money is gone? A pack of cigarettes you smoke now costs a hundred dollars less, right?" Jian Anran's eyes fell on the red cigarette in Jian Shaobo's hand.
Probably feeling guilty, Jian Shaobo subconsciously hid the cigarette box in his hand.
"Why is it that your family is alone and all you borrow is money from my mother's family? Why do you want Meimei to run away on your own now, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Yahui reached out and pulled her, signaling her not to go too far.
Shaking away Yang Yahui's hand, Jian Anran turned around and said, "I haven't finished speaking yet. He wants you to die. Why do you have to help him take care of his face?"
"Why is a man's face so noble? Is it worth it for you to violate your own self-esteem to protect his miserable self-esteem?"
Jian Anran once felt that her words were getting more and more mean, but when she thought about it, it was other people who were mean to her first. It shouldn't be too much for her to say something to stop her internal friction, right?
"Also," she hadn't finished speaking, "what should we do with our house?"
Jian Shaobo seemed to have finally grasped a breakthrough, and said impatiently: "I said you don't have a share in the 'our' house. It will only be left to Jian Anjie, so don't have any wishful thinking!"
"Then how do you prove that I was the child of my mother and someone else?"
Unexpectedly, Jian Anran would answer like this. Jian Shaobo was stunned for a moment.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Jian Anran crossed her arms in front of her chest, "I am in the same household register as you, and your name is written in the biological father's column on my birth certificate. Have you paid off the mortgage for this house?" p>
"Did you get your house book back? Can you change your name?"
A series of questions left Jian Shaobo speechless, "You haven't done anything, so you just say it's not mine. How come it's not mine?"
"You will be half of me when you die." This last sentence was specially said by her to provoke Jian Shaobo.
Jian Shaobo first "hummed" and then said: "I am already nearly fifty years old, what else can I pursue in this life?"
"These will have nothing to do with me from now on!"
Before Jian Anran could speak, after hearing these words, Yang Yahui clenched her fists instantly.
"Are you half a hundred?" She almost screamed, "Do you have the nerve to say you are half a hundred?"
"Are you done with it now? Are you going to break it? Why don't you think about your son who has just entered junior high school? Will he drink dew in the next ten or twenty years?"
"Have you ever thought about how he will go to college? Where will he get living expenses?"
Jian Anran's entire childhood was spent with her grandmother giving birth to her mother. Her status as an only child has lasted for a long time at home, and Yang Yahui has always been unwilling to have a second child.
First, the family's financial conditions were not very good in the early days of their marriage, and Jian Shaobo's parents, Jian Anran's grandparents, and her uncle and aunt were all crowded into an old house from the 1980s in the urban village.
With mean parents-in-law and an unreliable husband, Yang Yahui even felt sorry for Jian Anran for a time, let alone having a second child.
However, she felt that she could not "inherit" the Jian family without a male heir. Jian Anran's grandmother once spoke harshly to Yang Yahui, thinking that she wanted to eliminate the heirs of the Jian family and make her son extinct.
Under tremendous pressure from her husband's family, 35-year-old Yang Yahui finally gave birth to her second child, who was more than ten years older than Jian Anran.
At that time, Jian Shaobo's business seemed to be improving. After making a little money, he started to live and drink outside. Yang Yahui felt that her life had fallen into darkness again.
If she had never seen the light, she could have endured the darkness.
But when she was young, Yang Yahui was considered an outstanding beauty among her classmates and friends. She had fair skin and beautiful appearance, and she once had many suitors.
Jian Anran still can't figure out why she chose someone like Jian Shaobo among so many outstanding people. She gave birth to her daughter at a young age and when she was proud of herself.
When Jian Anran took her daughter, who was almost a replica of herself, out on the street, until Jian Anran came out and became a teenager, others would still ask: "Are you going out with your sister?"
This situation has disappeared since Jian Anjie was born. The pressure inside and outside the family, as well as the day and night changes to take care of the children alone, Yang Yahui has become much older in a flash, her cheekbones have become more prominent, and her complexion has become sallow, even her white complexion has become sallow.
Hair also appears.
"Mom, are you taking you and your brother out to play?"
When Yang Yahui heard this sentence for the first time, she was sad all night.
She finally felt the wasted years in the mouths of others, and the husband who was the instigator was still outside with their common property and a woman fifteen years younger than herself.
Yang Yahui's tears have dried up, "You just don't care about your daughter. You asked me to work hard to give birth to your son. He is only twelve years old this year. He still has a long life ahead of him. Take back that mentality."
Go!"
This was probably the first time he saw Yang Yahui's determined gaze, and Jian Shaobo was immediately frightened.
Just when I was about to say something, I heard the doorbell ding.