Zhao Qingjie, while taking a break with his wife, said, "Cook properly."
"I'm feeling unwell."
Zhao Qingjie was also in a bad mood.
"Unwell? My mom made you work to death, and you felt great back then."
Qi Xue Mei couldn't believe Zhao Qingjie would say such a thing.
"How is that my fault?"
"If you don't do it properly, just leave. I'll do it myself, and stop sulking every day."
He was under pressure from both sides. His father was pushing him, and his wife was clueless.
In all the years of marriage, this was the first time Qi Xue Mei heard Zhao Qingjie speak like this. She couldn't accept it, so she got up and left immediately.
Zhao Qingjie didn't say a word, instead, he sneered coldly in his heart. If he wanted to accommodate her, he would, but did she really think she was indispensable?
She left, and he didn't go after her. There were still a few months left, he could also let the younger son study over there; it's the same without her.
