"Even if you give birth to a child, there will be people fighting over it. You didn't do well, my dad can change at any time!"

Gong Wan’er was enraged, the words that came out of her mouth were sharp, especially when she said "babysitter", it really made her crazy. In Hao Jinzhi's eyes, washing clothes and cooking was a job done by babysitters, could it be that she spent all her money and bought them, that was what a wife should be like?

"You!" Hao Jinzhi had always been holding back her anger, and after being scolded by Gong Wan’er through her nose, both Gong Jiande and Gong Jianuo watched as she was bullied and felt extremely wronged.

"We can't live on anymore ..." Hao Jinzhi had lost her confidence when she had lost the money, she called herself a noble wife, but now she was like a shrew crying her eyes out, wanting to find trouble for Gong Wan’er.

"If you don't want to, then divorce!"

Gong Wan’er's cold words immediately made Hao Jinzhi shut her mouth, but her eyes revealed an increasing amount of resentment.

"Why are you making a ruckus?" Gong Jiande was already numb to his anger. Previously, he did not stop his daughter, but now, he could not let her go, his expression was exhausted, and looking at Hao Jinzhi with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "I don't understand, since you think that I, Gong Jiande, am not good to you, then go and find someone that is nice to you. I am not a shameless person."

Gong Jiande meant that they were going to get a divorce.

Hearing that, Hao Jinzhi's face changed greatly. She was angry and afraid, her face was red, but in the end she could only mutter in a low voice: "I was just saying it, why are you being so formal!"

Gong Wan’er was so angry that she started laughing, but as a confused person, Hao Jinzhi had always believed in what she thought. She would never listen to what others said, and would only think that they were wrong.

So, even if Gong Wan’er was very angry now, he really didn't want to argue with Hao Jinzhi, it was just playing the lute to a cow, the only one who would be angry in the end would be him.

Although Gong Jiande had said that he wanted to get a divorce, Gong Wan’er did not really think that what he said was the truth.

If they were to get divorced, they wouldn't have remarried.

Mo Zhaoyun held Gong Wan’er's hand, silently consoling her, and a cold light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Hao Jinzhi.

Gong Jianuo, who had always been silent, looked at his restless mother and felt a sense of powerlessness. He glanced at his father's expression, then raised his head and looked at Hao Jinzhi and asked indifferently: "Mom, when is the meal time ready, I'm hungry."

"Soon."

Gong Jianuo had found a way for Hao Jinzhi to help her down, and although he was unhappy that his son did not help her out, he knew that the situation was not good. He followed what Gong Jianuo said, and turned around to return to the kitchen.

Gong Jiande looked at Gong Wan’er, moved his lips, and after a long while, sighed, and said: "Your aunt does not know how to speak, Evening, do not take it to heart."

How could Gong Wan’er be angry at Hao Jinzhi? He was merely feeling wronged for his father's sake.

But seeing his father like that, Gong Wan’er could only feel pain in his heart, he had no other emotions.

"Dad, I'm fine." Gong Wan’er revealed a faint smile, and said: "If Auntie does not want to cook, then find a maid to babysit at home, don't get angry over such trivial things."

The reason why Gong Jiande made his wash the clothes and cook, was originally just to sharpen her temper a little. He didn't expect that he would make her hate him even more.

"Dad, you're so tired at work, and when you go home and get angry about all these things, how can your body take it?" Gong Wan’er was extremely worried about his father's health. Since Gong Jianuo had just become an adult, he would need at least five to six years before he could take over the company.

"Well, I know I do." Gong Jiande agreed, listening to her perfunctory tone.

Gong Wan’er was a little angry, but he knew his father's temper well, so he did not say anything more.

Mo Zhaoyun felt his wife's displeasure and pinched her palm. He looked at Gong Jiande and said: "Father, you aren't young anymore, you shouldn't be sloppy when you need to pay attention, otherwise I would worry for a long time. "Besides, Jianuo is still young. If you want to take over the company, you'll need at least seven to eight years, or even ten years. You need to be careful."

Mo Zhaoyun did not want to get involved with his wife's family matters, to prevent his father-in-law from being disgusted by it. However, seeing his wife's unhappy look, Mo Zhaoyun's heart ached as he had no choice but to speak up for him.

Gong Wan’er was his daughter, so he could be perfunctory in disobeying her orders, but Mo Zhaoyun was his son-in-law. Even if it was for his daughter, Gong Jiande could not ignore her words.

"I know." Gong Jiande looked at his daughter's expression and sighed in his heart, feeling a sense of defeat. He just didn't want his daughter to worry about him, but he didn't expect her to be unhappy in the end.

The atmosphere was stifling as the conversation progressed all the way to the end of the meal.

Hao Jinzhi's cooking was very ordinary, and was only limited to cooking the ingredients thoroughly, with only a salty taste. Gong Wan’er and Mo Zhaoyun both ate a little, so they left hungry.

"I really can't figure out how Dad ate it." Gong Wan’er sat in the front passenger seat and ruthlessly ridiculed Hao Jinzhi's culinary skills, "Just pour the food into the oil and stir-fry it, add some salt, and after the stir-frying it, it will come out of the wok and be eaten?"

"And that salt of hers, did she pour an entire bag of salt in? My appetite is bitter, it's been eating like this every day, my taste buds are about to break!" "Sooner or later, I'll get hyperthyroidism!"

Mo Zhaoyun looked at his wife's furious appearance, and casually told the truth: "It could also be because you've come."

"Humph!" Gong Wan’er snorted and did not reply. It was obvious that he had also thought of this possibility, which was why he was so angry.

"Don't be angry, I'll cook noodles for you when we get home." Mo Zhaoyun consoled the angry Gong Wan’er with a gentle voice, and a doting smile appeared on his face.

"You still have so much work to do, why don't I cook?" When he thought about how Mo Zhaoyun had intentionally taken time to accompany her back to his mother's house to eat dinner, yet was forced to eat a whole stomach full of salt in the end, Gong Wan’er felt extremely guilty and his resentment towards Hao Jinzhi grew even deeper.

"Alright, then I'll be waiting for my wife's meal."

Hearing Mo Zhaoyun's words of ridicule, Gong Wan’er lifted her chin, and let out a proud and pampered snort. The corner of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile.

By the time the couple reached home, Gong Wan’er had already forgotten about his previous unhappiness. He carried a stack of documents into the study to continue working, and went to the kitchen to cook some noodles after changing his clothes.

After he finished eating the noodles, it was already very late. After Gong Wan’er washed up, he yawned and went to bed. Mo Zhaoyun, on the other hand, was still working in the study room.

Even though he slept late, Mo Zhaoyun still woke up on time in the morning. After eating a simple breakfast, he went to work.

As a result, Gong Wan’er, who had slept to the point of naturally waking up, basically did not see Mo Zhaoyun. Instead, he saw the breakfast and convenience notes that Mo Zhaoyun had prepared on the dining table.

"My lady wife, I've already prepared breakfast. Remember to eat it after it is heated."

In order to repay Mo Zhaoyun's effort in preparing breakfast for her, she decided to make a fish soup to nourish Mo Zhaoyun's body.

The time it took to make the fish soup was shorter than the time it took to boil a chicken soup, so Gong Wan’er was in no hurry. After washing up and eating breakfast, he put on his apron, went into the kitchen and started cooking.

Waiting for the fish soup to be cooked, Gong Wan’er left the kitchen and switched on the television to watch a show to pass the time. However, thinking that he had to deliver the fish soup at noon, Gong Wan’er sent a message to Mo Zhaoyun, telling him to deliver the meal at noon, and ask him to wait at the office.

After waiting for a long time, he did not receive a reply from Mo Zhaoyun. He knew that Mo Zhaoyun was extremely busy right now, so he just threw it on the phone and ignored it.

Since he had decided to send the lunch over, a single bowl of fish soup was naturally not enough. Fortunately, he had bought some ingredients from the supermarket, so three dishes of stir-fry were more than enough.

"Knock, knock."

The continuous knocking on the door made Gong Wan’er slightly frown, but she still put down her kitchen knife and went to open the door.

"Xuan Xuan?" Gong Wan’er lowered his head in shock as he looked at Xuan Xuan who was standing at the doorway.

"How did you get injured?" Gong Wan’er squatted and asked worriedly, "It's not a weekend, why didn't you go to school?"

Although they hadn't seen each other many times, Xuan Xuan had always been a very sensible and courteous child. If something hadn't happened, how could he have possibly been injured and not gone to school?

However, it was not very obvious. He raised his head and looked at Gong Wan’er, trying his best to not let his tears fall, and asked while choking: "Auntie, can you help me apply some medicine?"

Seeing Xuan Xuan in such a sorry state, Gong Wan’er could not ask about anything else, and got up to pull him in, "Come in quickly."

Gong Wan’er then placed Xuan Xuan on the sofa in the living room. She went to find his first aid kit and applied some medicine to the wound on Xuan Xuan's arm. Then she asked: "Did teacher hit you or did you go to school?"

The bruises on his arms had obviously been formed by hitting something with a stick.

Xuan Xuan didn't dare to look at Gong Wan’er's eyes. He lowered her head, tightly pursed his lips and shook her head, but didn't say anything.

Xuan Xuan's refusal to cooperate left Gong Wan’er feeling extremely helpless. He thought for a moment and threatened directly: "Xuan Xuan, if you don't want to say it, I'll call your mother right now to tell her."

Xuan Xuan suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes wide and looked at Gong Wan’er in disbelief, as if he was hurt.

Gong Wan’er felt an inexplicable sense of guilt after being looked like this by Xuan Xuan. He rubbed his nose and said softly: "Xuan Xuan, you are injured, even if this aunty didn't say anything, when you go back home, your mother would have seen. She will be sad!"

Xuan Xuan's lips moved, as thoughee wanted to say something, but in the end he did not, and only firmly shook his head, as though she did not.

Gong Wan’er was immediately a little discouraged. She wasn't really good at getting along with kids, especially since this child wasn't directly related to her. Since Xuan Xuan didn't say it, she was powerless to help him.