The strategy failed, she came back holding the bottle

The dining table was slapped with such a loud bang that the plates on it almost jumped three feet high.

The old man who was celebrating his birthday was startled. He jumped up and asked with wide eyes, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Zhi paused, and everyone at the table looked at him eagerly.

Zhao Ziwen looked at him pleadingly and shook his head, asking him not to be too impulsive. Jiang Zhi was simply unable to suppress his anger.

Man Yue pulled his arm and whispered in his ear, "If you do that, your sister Wen will get beaten up again."

Jiang Zhi was awakened by someone's words, and he sat back down with gritted teeth.

Seeing that Jiang Zhi had no opinion of him, the man smiled complacently: "We are all relatives, and today is a good day, let's be friendly. Come, son, pour some wine for your uncle."

The nine-year-old boy was spoiled by his family, but he also knew who was the most authoritative person in the family.

As soon as his father spoke, he put down the bowl in his hand and went over to pour wine for Jiang Zhi. He didn't hold it firmly and two drops splashed out. The child rolled his eyes and ran back to his father.

The man said proudly: "My son is sensible."

The child's grandfather also smiled and said: "Xiaobao will definitely be a successful person when he grows up."

The man agreed while picking up some food: "You know what, Beijing has changed a lot, and the cost of living is not high. After the New Year, we will buy two houses here, and then we can visit each other more often."

"Eh? Brother Jiang Zhi, I heard from your mom that you're about to graduate from college, right?"

Jiang Zhi ignored him, leaning back in his chair with his shoulders folded and his legs crossed, neither eating nor talking.

The man swallowed the food in his mouth and said: "I have been doing some business in the past two years. I opened a company and it is developing well. When you graduate, if you don't want to work at home, you can come to my place and try."

"And my little niece, you're just starting college, so you have to study hard. When the time comes, marry a rich man, and your life will be secure. You can also help support the family."

"You guys know Jiang's, right? The boss there was discussing cooperation with me a few days ago!"

"Jiang?" Man Yue smiled. "Have you met their boss?"

"That's right. I'm an acquaintance of Jiang's boss! He even called me yesterday to invite me out for a drink, but I thought it was my dad's birthday today, so I declined."

This time even Jiang Zhi couldn't help laughing. This man was simply a clown, and he was still smug about it.

I gave Zhao Ziwen a look and asked him what kind of man he was looking for.

Zhao Ziwen lowered his head in embarrassment. What could he do? It was already great that someone wanted her in this state.

"I want to eat chicken legs. Give me some chicken legs quickly." The child pointed to the dish that was a little far away from him and instructed Zhao Ziwen to help him pick it up.

Zhao Ziwen picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chicken leg and put it in his bowl.

The child looked at the chicken leg she had picked up and threw the whole bowl of rice in dissatisfaction: "There is saliva on your chopsticks. I won't eat it."

The man pushed Zhao Ziwen with a cold face and said, "You dead man! Don't you know? Use some cleaner chopsticks for the child to eat, and quickly get a new bowl for the child to eat."

The child's grandmother also put down her chopsticks: "If you can't even do such a small thing, I don't know what use you are."

Zhao Ziwen suddenly felt dissatisfied. She had tolerated everything at home, but today, in front of her relatives...

The child’s grandmother: “Go quickly.”

Zhao Ziwen still didn't move.

Jiang Zhi stood up and snorted coldly: "We're done eating, clear the table."

Everyone present was stunned. The man touched his son's head:

"You've finished eating!" The man touched Zhao Ziwen's arm and said, "Go wash the dishes."

She didn't give any face to her in front of her only relatives.

Zhao Ziwen didn't want to continue this awkward dinner, so he stood up and started to clean up the dishes.

Jiang Zhi held her arm and asked, "Why are you going?" Can't you be more motivated?

Man Yue pretended to be curious and asked, "Your business is so successful, but you don't even have a nanny for such a big villa?"

The man's face froze. He had been acting like a fool for so long. In fact, Zhao Ziwen had almost squandered all the money he had. They were struggling to pay for the rent of the villa. But his face was more important than anything else. He made an excuse:

"Isn't it too late? Besides, Ziwen can do these jobs."

Man Yue stood up and said, "You're so rich, but you still let your wife work! It's embarrassing for the boss. You should just hire a part-time worker!"

The man said stubbornly, "Okay, then call one, Mom, you call one."

The old lady looked at him with embarrassment, as that was all the money left in her pocket.

But he had no choice but to listen to his son.

At this moment, the cell phone on the dining table rang.

The man looked at who it was, then walked to the side to answer it. He could vaguely hear the word "baby".

Man Yue pushed Jiang Zhi aside and looked at Zhao Ziwen: "My dad said that you had the best relationship with him before. Let's go inside and talk!"

When mentioning Jiang Feng, Zhao Ziwen's eyes softened. This was the person who had helped her many times, and she had always been grateful to him in her heart, so she nodded.

She and Man Yue walked out of the villa gate and took a walk in the small garden.

The owner rarely takes care of this garden, and the ground is not tidy. Man Yue stepped on a stone and slipped, almost falling.

Zhao Ziwen quickly gave her a hand and used the force to grab her arm, but she hissed in pain.

Man Yue stood firm and asked, "Did he hit me?"

Zhao Ziwen didn't say anything.

Man Yue asked again: "He must beat you often, right? And that phone call just now, if I'm not mistaken, it must have been from his other woman who called him."

Zhao Ziwen nodded.

Man Yue: "Why don't you resist? You are so tall, how can you be bullied by him?"

Zhao Ziwen said timidly, "When two people live together, there are bound to be some bumps and bruises. How can a woman hit her own man?"

"This isn't the old society anymore." Man Yue felt as if her thinking was still stuck in a certain century: "If you're beaten, you can fight back. If your marriage is unhappy, you can still get a divorce."

"What about the child?" Zhao Ziwen actually thought about divorce, but then thought, where can she go after divorce? His father has passed away, and living in the Jiang family, being cautious every day, this kind of life is not easy.

Plus, Xiaobao is her biological son and she can't let him go, so she thought... just bear with it a little longer!

Maybe one day my husband will change for the better!

"I have a thick skin and I can just hit him twice. It's better than getting a divorce and leaving the child without a mom or a dad."

Man Yue didn't understand her thoughts, but in terms of behavior, she felt that she was quite similar to when she was a bootlicker. Except for different purposes and thoughts, she was, to some extent, another Zhao Ziwen.

She works hard and never leaves, so Man Yue wants to help her.