Once Master Song left the bakery, Xiao Hei turned to look at Luo Huian and praised her.
"You have done a good job," he said with a beaming smile. "You actually controlled your anger and didn’t hit him. Oh, Huian. I am so proud of you; you are finally growing up."
As Xiao Hei spoke, he wiped the tear that was about to fall from his right eye.
Luo Huian glanced at him and muttered, "Drama queen."
Though she said that, she also understood why Xiao Hei was suddenly crying. If this was the immortal realm, she would have really pulled that r and fought to the death with him. After all, she didn’t like anyone questioning her but she had gone through enough in the human world.
Now she could understand that the r said those words out of frustration and anger. As for the source of his frustration—
She turned to look at Xiao Hei and asked, "What was the destiny of that r?"
Xiao Hei was quite surprised when Luo Huian asked the fate of the r who just left. He turned to look at the door and inhaled the lingering scent of Master Song.
Soon, a screen popped up in front of Luo Huian.
[Feng Ziqi.]
[Destined Fate: Death.]
[Cause: Depression.]
[Current Fate: Owner of a perfu company.]
Luo Huian heaved a sigh when she saw that the r had been saved and his destiny had been changed. That was one more person she had saved from his destined and unjust death.
Just like this, as long as she continued like this, she would be able to return ho.
While Luo Huian was feeling relieved, Feng Ziqi was also quite relaxed. These days he was quite troubled with his wife not coming ho and was worried that he and his son would be abandoned and pushed to one side.
After all, he couldn’t stop his wife if she wanted to marry another r. The law stated that a woman or man could marry three rs if they wanted.
And Feng Ziqi was not foolish enough to think that his wife would still be chard by him when he had lost the touch of his youth and looked quite average and fat.
With all kinds of temptations that lingered around his wife, Feng Ziqi had no trust in his wife. He only hoped that she would not let him and his son down.
But —
He looked up at the clock that was hanging on the wall and pursed his lips angrily. Once again, she was late.
"Rue’er, let’s go; we will eat dinner," Feng Ziqi said to his son, who raised his head and looked at his daddy with shock and confusion in his eyes.
"Are you not going to wait for Mom, Daddy?" Song Rue had gotten used to eating alone as his daddy would wait for his mother every night.
He even had to go to sleep alone.
Feng Ziqi curled his lips and sneered, "Your mother is really popular; soone will cook and clean for her."
"Let’s go; we will eat our dinner."
Feng Ziqi was rather clearheaded and was no longer as worried as he was in the past.
In the past, he was worried that his wife would abandon him and he started working twice as hard, all for the sake of serving his wife better. He thought that if he did a good job in pleasing his wife, she would not abandon him.
But now he couldn’t help but disdain his attitude. What was he thinking serving her like a butler?
That woman and her lover were clearly treating him as a slave.
That r with whom his wife was spending her ti enjoyed her tender care and money while he slaved at ho, cooking and cleaning for the woman who didn’t even co ho or spare two words of comfort to him or his son?
Since that was the case, then his wife could eat and have her clothes washed and ironed by the r who was enjoying her attention.
He wasn’t going to do it anymore.
Feng Ziqi pulled the apron off and threw it down before heading to the dining table.
"YAY!" Song Rue was really happy when he saw his daddy sitting down and eating with him.
He was just seven years old and needed the attention of his parents. Because of all the neglect, Song Rue started acting rebellious because he wanted his father to pay attention to him.
When Feng Ziqi saw his son cheering at such a small thing, he suddenly felt really bad. Truly, how could he ignore his son because of his wife?
His wife didn’t care about him but his son truly cared for him!
The father and son had quite a nice ti while eating their dinner before the two of them went to sleep.
While the two of them went to sleep, Madam Song returned ho.
"Ziqi, I am quite tired; bring a glass of water!" Madam Song pushed open the door and commanded like usual. However, as soon as she entered the house, she realised that there was sothing wrong. The entire hallway was doused in darkness and there were no signs of life.
Frowning, she stepped forward and turned the nightlight on.
A soft, golden glow lit up the hallway and the living hall but Madam Song didn’t find her dutiful husband sitting on the couch and waiting for her.
Was he out shopping?
Madam Song wondered as she took off her coat and then placed it on the rack before walking further inside the house. She noticed that Feng Ziqi’s shoes were sitting in the cabinet, which ant that he wasn’t out of the house.
The furrow between her brows beca even deeper as she headed to the kitchen and found out that Feng Ziqi didn’t cook anything for her!
What the—
She looked around the fridge and then under the small net covering, which was used to cover hot als. But not even a crumb could be found.
However, from the clean dishes resting in the dishwater, she could see that Feng Ziqi had eaten his dinner. So why didn’t he leave sothing out for her if he cooked dinner? Even if he was too tired, he should have cooked sothing for her and left it out for her, right?
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