After speaking, Ding Jinshi got up and headed to the bathroom again.
Ding Long stood there motionless. Listening to Ding Jinshi’s footsteps without a hint of hesitation, he asked sowhat unwillingly, "If I told you that everything between and that actress is true, that I’ve been ssing around with her these past few days, wouldn’t you get even a little angry?"
Standing at the bathroom door, Ding Jinshi laughed directly upon hearing this. She stopped, turned to look at Ding Long, and said, "Why should I be angry? I don’t love you. I don’t care who you’re with. In fact, if you’re eager for to give up this Mrs. Ding position, I can do that. How about we go to the civil affairs bureau for a divorce tomorrow? I can give this position to your new girlfriend, how about that?"
Her words, "Why should I be angry? I don’t love you," poured over Ding Long like a bucket of cold water.
It was a fact he knew all too well, yet hearing her say it so casually, the blow was indeed fatal.
Yes, she doesn’t love him; who he’s with and how he lives wouldn’t matter to her at all.
"Divorce? Dream on!" Ding Long tossed back, turned, and strode out of the room, passing by Ding Jinshi and heading downstairs.
Ding Jinshi watched Ding Long’s retreating figure without saying a word before entering the bathroom. By the ti she went downstairs, Ding Long was no longer ho. She glanced around the living room and, without asking anything, sat by the dining table to chat with her daughter.
"Ma’am, sir just left again, saying he won’t be back tonight, he’s busy lately." Aunt Xi ca out of the kitchen, sighed, and said, "Sir, truly, coming back at this ti, how can he not even have ti to eat? It’s been days since he’s been ho, finally cos back and still doesn’t spend ti with you and the young miss."
"Don’t worry about him," Ding Jinshi replied.
"Mom, are you mad at Dad?" Ding Baobei looked up at Ding Jinshi, her young voice comforting, "Mom, don’t be mad at Dad. Dad’s naughty, I’ll help you scold him when he cos back."
Ding Jinshi smiled slightly, shook her head, "Mom’s not mad at Dad. Dad’s busy with work, just like Mom, so Mom understands Dad. Baobei, you shouldn’t be mad at Dad either, okay?"
"I’m not mad at Dad. I know Dad works hard, he has to make money to buy lots of things." Ding Baobei nodded, incredibly sensible, but after she finished, she propped her chin up and sighed, asking, "Mom, if I asked for fewer dresses and toys, would Dad be able to spend a little more ti at ho with ?"
To her daughter’s question, Ding Jinshi had no answer because she understood, it was impossible. Ding Long is ambitious, he either doesn’t do it or he does it the best.
That night, as expected, Ding Long didn’t co ho. After that, several more days passed without him stepping through the door. Every now and then, Ding Jinshi could see the gossip reports about Ding Long at the company: who he was out having fun with today, what he ate with whom and where, which hotel he left and at what ti—every answer was laid out in the papers for Ding Jinshi to see.
When her colleagues read the newspapers, they couldn’t help but share insights with Ding Jinshi. "Sister Jinshi, you might not know this, but Ding Long was already known as a playboy in the capital’s circles years ago, famous alongside others. After he got married, news about him faded. Many of our colleagues wondered which woman was so lucky to marry Ding Long, making a playboy devoted, no longer playing around. But see, just after saying this, such reports surface again. Now I think, marrying such a man must be quite pitiful. Does money and good looks matter? He doesn’t care about ho, always out ssing around. Marrying this type, you might as well marry an honest man for a normal life. At least you won’t read in the papers every day about what extravagant life your husband is leading."
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