Qin Chupei had already put on his coat. He glanced at Wang Qiu, feeling a little guilty in his heart, and said softly: "Smoking less, it's not good for your health."
Wang Qiu paused, then stood up and put the thin cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.
With the sound of the door closing, Wang Qiu stood up slowly and indifferently, stroking his messy hair back casually with his hands.
After eleven years of marriage, Wang Qiu has lost any temper and lives every day like a walking and breathing zombie. However, when Qin Chupei was about to leave just now, his heart could not help but fluctuate.
For a moment, she wished he could stay.
Then he felt that he was very funny. Except for the day when he gave birth to the child, he stayed with her all night, and the rest of the time, he never belonged to him.
It's funny that after all these years, I still have some illusions about him.
Wang Qiu returned to the room and as soon as he sat on the bed, the door creaked open.
Qin Muheng stood at the door: "Mom, can I go in and talk to you?"
Wang Qiu was a little surprised, but still patted the bed beside him: "Come here."
After Qin Muheng sat down, Wang Qiu asked in a friendly voice: "What do you want to say to mom?"
"Mom, my dad went to find that woman."
Qin Muheng's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough to make people's hearts tremble in this silent and empty room.
Wang Qiu looked at him in disbelief, and then smiled with relief. Yes, he was eleven years old, and he was no longer the child who only cried for his father.
Tears flowed down her cheeks unconsciously. Wang Qiu covered her face with her hands and cried. She didn't want to cry in front of her son, but she couldn't help it at this moment.
It was like a secret that I had kept for a long time, which I had deceived myself and others, was revealed all of a sudden. I felt panicked, confused, and then at a loss.
Wang Qiu just cried silently and did not speak.
Although it was already past ten o'clock, the streets outside the window were still busy with traffic, and drivers honked their horns from time to time, which made people feel impatient.
Qin Muheng couldn't bear it. He squatted in front of Wang Qiu, looked up into her eyes, and gently wiped her tears with paper.
He spoke softly, with the gentlest voice, and said words that cut Wang Qiu like a knife: "Mom, divorce him, you are still young."
Wang Qiu's shoulders were shaking, and it could be seen that she was crying hard, but only slight sobs could be heard.
Qin Muheng leaned his face on her right leg and continued to speak slowly: "Mom, you don't have to feel guilty about me. I'm used to it. I'll start school in a few days and come back once every two weeks. I'm not worried. your."
"Mom, I'm afraid you'll cry secretly alone at night again."
"Mom, no matter what, I will always be by your side."
"I will inherit my father's mantle and become the shareholder and chairman of Junsheng in the future. I will work hard."
After a long time, Wang Qiu raised her head. She looked at her son in her lap and stroked his hair with her hands distressedly.
Qin Muheng raised her head. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she felt a little uncomfortable at the moment: "If you are not happy, I will not be happy either. Just break up with him and find someone who loves you."
Wang Qiu asked him blankly: "Do you hate him?"
In fact, Wang Qiu wanted to ask, do you hate me, but she didn't dare to ask.
Qin Muheng put his arms around her waist: "I don't hate him. I know he loves me. I also know you love me. I don't hate anyone."
Wang Qiu nodded: "Okay, I will consider it."
