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Although it is still early September, it has been a bit cooler in the city these past two days. However, today's temperature is obviously higher than the previous two days. In summer, the coolness never lasts long and it becomes hot again immediately.

The autumn heat in early autumn can sometimes be quite severe.

The weather is hot and the courtyard is particularly lively.

This excitement was not the usual kind of excitement. It was because something happened to a family in the compound, and everyone was watching the excitement quietly, and then discussing it at the street corners or alley entrances.

"The Si family couple are still arguing?"

"I've never seen anything like this before. I didn't expect Si Xiao to be so good to his wife. He and Song Yuwei were so affectionate in the past, but today he didn't even say a word when Song Yuwei scolded him."

One person, while eating sunflower seeds, asked in confusion, "Hey, what's going on?"

"Why doesn't Mr. Si care about them? I just passed by their house and heard Song Yuwei crying and making a fuss about going back to her parents' home."

"I don't know what it is, just wait and see."

"Maybe something happened to their daughter. Didn't they say she couldn't give birth?"

"What if something happens to Si Cizhan? Soldiers on missions are prone to injuries. And isn't Song Yuwei very anxious about Si Cizhan getting married? He's in his twenties and still single. I heard his father Si Xiao doesn't care either, so Song Yuwei is the only one who worries."

"It's hard to say. Maybe it's their eldest son, Si Cifeng? I heard he hasn't found a partner even at this age. He goes to Canghai City every year, and I don't know what he does there. He's so far away, and if something happens to him, he might be left with no one to take care of him."

"Anyway, they are so loving, their conflict must be because of the child."

The others nodded, this statement was true.

Si Xiao and Song Yuwei are a well-known loving and harmonious couple in the compound, and many women in the compound envy Song Yuwei.

When my husband was young, he was not only handsome, but also devoted and capable.

She has a pretty good position now, and her sons and daughters are all promising. Song Yuwei is really lucky. Ordinary people can tell their fortunes if they have any of these things.

She has it all. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would believe that someone could have such a perfect life.

What's more, Song Yuwei was married for the second time. Even if no one has mentioned it in recent years, many people still remember it.

But this time, the people in the compound seemed to have guessed wrong.

Song Yuwei, who had calmed down, looked at the silent man sitting on the sofa with red eyes, and asked without giving in:

“Who was the money sent to?”

Si Xiao checked the time, stood up and put on his military jacket, and finally spoke his first words of the day, asking seriously:

"How did you know that?"

Song Yuwei couldn't stand him acting like a boss at home:

"Why, you've been transferring money to unknown people year after year, and now that you've been discovered, you're going to use your power to pressure them?"

"Si Xiao, I really misjudged you. Why are you all like this? Am I the kind of person who would pester you?"

She took a deep breath:

"If necessary, we can end it. We can divorce this marriage if we want to. Why are you hiding it?"

She hated people who spoke sweet words but betrayed her, just like her childhood sweetheart and ex-husband.

Perhaps knowing the seriousness of the matter and that it was impossible to continue hiding it, Si Xiao backed off a step:

"It's not an affair, don't worry about it."

Song Yuwei wiped her tears and said, "I really don't understand you. You only look good in bed. I don't know what your mission or job is that requires you to remit money to others every year. Why don't you send money to my son and daughter?"

Si Xiao pressed her shoulders and said:

"Didn't I give you all my allowance besides this money?"

"An allowance is an allowance. Your Si family is wealthy and powerful, and the old man is not in charge of things now. You deliberately gave me the allowance and then paid it out of the Si family's account just to prevent me from finding out, right?"

"Okay, stop explaining. I need to go to work."

Song Yuwei wanted to brush away his hand on her shoulder, but failed due to the difference in strength.

Si Xiao pulled her into his arms and patted her on the back. His voice was still cold, but his words were quite considerate. However, he carried an irresistible sense of oppression:

"If you're unhappy, just quit your job and go hang out with Xiaoci or Qingqing. Weren't you thinking about Xiaoci a few days ago, saying it's been almost a year since you last saw him? You can also go to Boss's place; it's more convenient there."

"Kick me out?"

Song Yuwei pushed him away angrily. Si Xiao's face also showed some anger. His face was slightly gloomy with some traces of time. He could not delay any longer, so he warned,

"Yuwei, I told you not to worry about this. You have to believe me. This matter ends here. Be obedient. There is no benefit for you to care about this matter."

Song Yuwei has always been gentle and considerate, and generally speaking, she is not very courageous.

Si Xiao was obviously on the verge of getting angry at this moment. She was so scared that she trembled in her heart and dared not say anything more, but she felt even more aggrieved and angry.

She also had her own pride, and she forced herself to speak: "Alright, I'm not as good as you, so I don't care, let it be."

After saying this, she sneered. Sometimes, life is really a joke.

Si Xiao was somewhat satisfied with her obedience and hummed. He thought she was just being a little naughty and there was not enough time now. He would explain it to her tonight and said:

"I'll be back early in the evening."

After Si Xiao left, Song Yuwei lay on the sofa and cried for a while before getting up, packing her things and going to work.

She currently works at Wenqu Research Magazine, but she is already late at this point.

It just so happened that she really wanted to quit and leave Si Xiao and Sijiu City for a while.

Song Yuwei knew very well that she was reluctant to divorce, but she also could not tolerate Si Xiao keeping someone behind her back.

Both of her marriages ended like this. For the first time, Song Yuwei felt extremely ridiculous.

Are there any people or things that can remain consistent and unchanging?

Wenqu Research Magazine is very busy today. The magazine has received letters from many people from all over the country, all of whom are participating in the question-answering activity in their magazine.

"Yuwei? Why are you here just now?" A colleague who was opening today's mail saw her and said as if she had seen a savior, "Hurry up, there are a lot of letters today."

The magazine contained a lot of professional knowledge, and the questions left were also professional, so when they opened the letters they only had to check the answers and separate the correct letters from the incorrect ones.

This is for questions with fixed answers.

Others that do not have fixed answers, such as soliciting certain solutions or experiences, or innovative designs, need to be selected and sent directly to the institutions and units of this section and column.

Seeing that her colleagues were too busy to bother about her being late, Song Yuwei calmed herself down, put down her bag, and started opening the letters, reading the contents, and sorting them out.

Suddenly, she picked up a very heavy letter, which was not only thick but also large. It was a rare letter sent in a large envelope among these letters.

The envelope was bulging with stuff. Which question was it? Or which solicited question was it answering?

How can you write so much?

She felt like the letter was sent to cause trouble.

There are people like this. The letters they send are completely irrelevant and have nothing to do with their magazine.

They simply have too much money and don't know where to spend it, which adds to their work troubles.

Song Yuwei quickly opened the letter and took out a thick stack of folded paper from it.

The content was written on both sides of the paper, and she could see some of the pictures and data on the outermost page without opening it, which dispelled her thoughts.

"What kind of question requires so much writing?" Song Yuwei was shocked.