When she said these words, she thought Lin Sisi would be moved.
Who knew that Lin Sisi's face suddenly turned ugly: "Mom, what did you say? Divorce! Why are you getting divorced? If it doesn't work, please apologize to my father and give in. This is not a big deal?"
"We're divorced. Why do you want me to meet people in the Fu family? Our family's conditions are not as good as the Fu family's. People in his family look down on me. What will I do if you get divorced!"
Lin Sisi was anxious. Although she had no feelings for the two of them, she didn't want them to divorce.
Let alone Zhang Cuimei.
Zhang Cuimei is just a small public servant.
But Sifu is also an officer after all.
If there is a divorce, Zhang Cuimei will have to move out of the family home.
So if I talk to her, how will I survive in the family home in the future?
Lin Sisi strongly objected.
Hearing this, Zhang Cuimei looked at Lin Sisi in disbelief.
She thought that if she told her daughter that her husband was unfair to her, she would definitely feel sorry for her and stand on her side.
But she didn't expect that she would actually let herself bow her head and admit her mistake.
But Zhang Cuimei is used to being tough, how could she be so embarrassed?
Originally, when her husband said he wanted a divorce, she didn't worry about it.
They were getting married in the military, so there were no problems. The husband couldn't divorce at will, and the superiors couldn't approve it.
But this time, I don’t know if she said those words and let Master Jiang and Fu’s mother hear them and target her behind her back.
The boss actually hinted that the family tradition of the husband Si's family was not good and allowed Si's father to make his own decision.
In other words, as long as Sifu decides, he will really get divorced.
Originally, when my husband didn't come home every day, people noticed him and asked whether there was someone outside Sifu.
If she really got divorced, how many people would laugh at her and take pleasure in her misfortune.
If his daughter doesn't stand by his side...
Realizing that Zhang Cuimei's face was ugly, Lin Sisi realized that she had been too aggressive, and hurriedly comforted her: "Mom, it's not that I don't want to be with you, it's just that I think it's not good for you. You see, if you get divorced, what will happen to me in the Fu family?" It’s difficult to move forward, and my father is facing Si Nian. If something happens to me in the future, there will be no one to protect me, and there will be no family to rely on. I have been through hard times for eighteen years, and I am really afraid of losing you..."
Hearing this, Zhang Cuimei's heart suddenly hurt.
Yes, if I leave, what will my daughter do?
Even my daughter and I will live in a family home in the future. If that man finds a stepmother for her, her life will definitely be more difficult.
Si Mu made up her mind. If he had a woman outside, he would have a woman. For the sake of her daughter, she would not divorce her husband even if she died.
At the beginning of May, the weather got better and better, the temperature rose, and everyone put on short-sleeved skirts.
Si Nian put away the thick quilt and put the soft quilt at the door to dry.
Rhubarb lies aside basking in the sun.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Si Nian looked over and saw Fang Hui from next door.
Fang Hui is still dressed in professional attire and looks very white-collar.
He was carrying some fruit in one hand and a radio in the other.
I glanced at it and saw that it was the same model from their school.
Si Nian raised his eyebrows slightly, stepped forward to open the door, and said, "Comrade Fang, what's the matter?"
Although the two families are close to each other, they still have a sense of distance and have always maintained a way of getting along without disturbing each other.
Fang Hui didn't bother to please others, but this time there was nothing she could do.
Fang Hui said: "I bought a radio, but I don't know how to use it. I heard that Mr. Si, you are a foreign language teacher in a foreign language elementary school. Can you teach me how to adjust it?"
She bought it after seeing how good Si Nian's radio was, but she didn't know how to use it.
I originally wanted to go to the boss, but the boss said he didn’t understand.
He couldn't retreat, Fang Hui was so angry.
She couldn't bear to let such a valuable thing go to waste.
Only then did he shamelessly come to the door.
"Don't worry about what happened last time. I asked you because I'm not familiar with you. I didn't expect to offend you. I'm so sorry. This fruit is an apology."
She was talking about the discussion about Si Nian with Tongzilou before.
Si Nian smiled softly.
I'm sorry to apologize now, it's been so long.
But she didn't reach out to hit the smiling person. She said: "Comrade Fang, you're welcome. I never care about people who like to gossip about others behind their backs."
Fang Hui's face turned ugly for a moment, which was referring to Sang Shuhuai's mocking of her.
She wanted to turn around and leave, but thinking about her purpose, she held back.
She laughed dryly and said: "Yes, yes, let's go if you are unhappy. As for this radio, can you please help Teacher Si to adjust it for me..."
She raised the radio and said, "I'm sorry to say it. I bought it and found out that Teacher Si also has one. But don't think too much about it, Teacher Si. I didn't buy it because of your talent. It's just that my son's recent test scores were good. I Sell it to him as a gift..."
"I heard that your ten-year-old son is also in the fourth grade of foreign language elementary school. I don't know how his test scores are. My son is not very good this time. He was deducted two points for his English composition..."
Si Nian nodded seriously: "That's not good."
Fang Hui thought she heard it wrong and emphasized: "My son scored ninety-eight points, but was deducted two points for his English composition. He is first in the class."
Si Nian nodded: "So."
Questions popped up in Fang Hui's head. If she had said this to others, they would have been filled with praise and envy.
Why is she so calm?
She said unwillingly: "Although I am first in the class, I am still two points behind. I am not satisfied."
Si Nian said: "Then let him repeat the grade."
Fang Hui couldn't laugh anymore, "Forget it, it's just two points. I'm not that harsh, but Mr. Si, how many scores did your family get? My son is the first in the class at ninety-eight, and your son should be no better than my son." Bad, right?"
Now it was Si Nian's turn to smile: "That's too polite. Although my son got a hundred points, your son is also pretty good."
Fang Hui: "..."
Si Nian secretly admired her slightly distorted expression for a while. In fact, she could understand Fang Hui. Her son was such a genius at the age of four, and she felt that her son was the best in the world.
Can't be exceeded by anyone.
But showing off is still showing off, and belittling other people's children to promote one's own, Si Nian would not agree with that.
Not to mention that the person the other person is belittling is his own child.
When she was a child, her parents always liked to compare her with others. It wasn't about which family's daughter was outstanding, or which family's son had good grades and was filial.
Anyway, she is the worst.
Si Nian didn't like this kind of suppressive education.
It was probably the first time for Fang Hui to show off and be surpassed by others.
That expression was wonderful.
She smiled ugly, "It seems that your son is really powerful. Even though he is ten years old, my son cannot compare to him."
Si Nian said calmly: "Sorry, I don't like to compare my son with others. He is not a commodity."
