Step by step, a gentle breeze leads to a smooth path

"Mother, I'll listen to you and do it your way. Whether he comes back or not, I won't blame you. I will do my best to raise the three children well and be filial to you." Over the years, Zhao Xiaojuan's feelings for Song Wanxing had faded, and she couldn't afford to be hurt again.

This man is dispensable. If he comes back, she'll just treat him like a decoration. She'll never indulge or spoil him again. Zuo Jinyue once said that women need to learn to love themselves and cut their losses in time.

Within a few days, rumors about Teacher Wan spread like wildfire, especially about why she was transferred to this rural primary school. The rumors were quite detailed, and some scandalous incidents were also widely discussed.

Wan Ruyi couldn't sit still any longer. Some of the rumors were true, some were false, and she didn't know where they came from. She didn't dare to investigate, so she had no choice but to submit her resignation and move to another place. She was still the elegant Teacher Wan, but this time she still gained something.

Before leaving, Wan Ruyi found Song Wanxing and asked, "I'm about to leave. What about you?"

Song Wanxing hesitated.

"Don't you want to come with me? Didn't you say you loved me? Are you going to stay in this mountain village? To stay with a wife you don't love until you die? To let your talent be buried forever?" Wan Ruyi pressed her for answers. She couldn't let her efforts come to nothing; she was thirty and it was time to find someone else.

Song Wanxing still had some conscience: "I... my mother is old, and I have three children..." As he spoke, Wan Ruyi's voluptuous body pressed against him, her fingers gently tracing circles on his chest. "Brother Xing, if you can't bear to leave them, then you can bear to leave me, right? I admire your talent, and I feel sorry for you being trapped in this mountain village with no hope of advancement, and having no one who understands you by your side..."

Song Wanxing felt a tingling numbness all over his body. This vixen... he couldn't contain himself any longer and couldn't hear what Wan Ruyi was saying next. He had never felt any attraction or passion towards Zhao Xiaojuan. Was this love?

After teasing her, Wan Ruyi got up and sat down to the side, sobbing softly, "I knew you must have believed those rumors and thought I was an improper woman. Kexing, we've known each other for so long, do you think I'm that kind of person? I just admire you and want to be with you for a long time. But you... I'm so heartbroken! Waaah!"

This crying threw Song Wanxing's heart into turmoil. He had poured all the tenderness of his life into this woman. He could have ignored his youngest daughter Yali's crying, finding it too noisy.

“Don’t cry, Ruyi. I believe in you and love you. You are true to yourself and the most beautiful woman in my heart. I will go with you. You are right, there is hope for development outside. I will make them look at me with new eyes.” Song Wanxing said bitterly.

That night, Wan Ruyi returned to the teachers' dormitory. She was not a casual woman—she wouldn't act until she saw the benefit.

Qian Shuzhen and the others all knew that Wan Ruyi was leaving and wouldn't be able to stay until the end of the semester. It all depended on Song Wanxing's decision. There had been no word from him; he must have left quietly. That was for the best—out of sight, out of mind.

Unexpectedly, one evening, when Zhao Xiaojuan was watering the vegetable garden alone, Song Wanxing came over and said without his name, "I'm leaving. I'm leaving the children in your care." He was as indifferent as ever.

Zhao Xiaojuan thought to herself, "Maybe I don't even deserve to be called that in his heart. It doesn't matter." "And then?"

"There's no 'then.' If you want to remarry, then remarry. You can even report me dead." Song Wanxing was a little angry. What kind of attitude did this woman have?

"No way, keeping your name means the family can get a few more plots of land. That's the only contribution you've made to this family." Zhao Xiaojuan realized her heart was dead, and she easily uttered vicious words to someone she no longer loved, and it felt so satisfying.