AWB Chapter 190 The ending is always the same.
Chapter 190 The ending is always the same.
Outside the KTV room, Qi Nian stood at the door for a long time without leaving or going in. He just stared at the scene inside, lost in thought.
In the dim light of the private room, Qingmo sat on either side of a man in his early twenties, both handsome and dashing. On the table was a stack of cash and rows of bottles of liquor.
They would drink one cup and take away ten bills. Qingmo just watched them drink with a smile. There is no distinction between noble and lowly professions, and there is nothing shameful about making money. They were trying to make people laugh through their own efforts, and there was nothing wrong with that.
They got what they wanted, and Qingmo just spent money to be happy. As for whether they vomited or got hurt from drinking, that was none of her business; she didn't force anyone.
She spends her husband's money, dates the most handsome guys, and all she cares about is being happy.
"President, Madam hasn't smiled like this in a long time." At this moment, Jue Er said quietly from behind Qinian.
Prayer for a good harvest: ...
So who's been coming home late at night every day with a big smile on their face lately?
Second: That was Beethoven's sorrow.
Qinian gave Jue Er a mournful look, then left without saying anything.
He had to entertain clients. If it weren't for the social engagement, he wouldn't be here. Jue Er would have sent him home to cook long ago.
Before, when we went to karaoke, he would always choose the prettiest girl to accompany him, claiming it was for work. Now, Jue Er is keeping a close eye on him, and if he does anything out of line, he'll be kneeling on his knees until they're raw when he gets home.
No kidding, this is real kneeling. I won't kneel on durians or washboards, I'll kneel on steel needles. That really hurts.
Not only could he not order for himself, but he also had to give the best-looking dish to Jue Er. Look at him, acting like a big shot, he even needs to be fed a drink. Tsk tsk tsk.
Jue Er said, "You don't understand, this is called fitting in."
As soon as the social engagement ended, Qinian was dragged home. The floor needed mopping. Didn't he dislike the nanny? Didn't he want the original owner to do everything himself? Then he'll do all the chores from now on. Ugh, what a scumbag.
After Qinian returned home, he tied on an apron and started mopping the floor, while Jue Er and the others comfortably lay on the sofa watching TV, occasionally instructing Qinian to mop this spot again, pointing out that there were still stains there.
Qinian had no choice but to obey silently. He couldn't disobey, as these were all Qingmo's confidants. If he made a mistake, they would complain, and if he made another mistake, they would whip him.
"Thank you for your hard work, CEO."
After each task was completed, the four of them would unanimously praise his work. Qinian stared at the ceiling speechlessly, thinking, "The president doesn't work hard; the president has a hard life."
As Qinian took off his apron, he said, "Call Madam and ask her what time she'll be home, and whether she needs a late-night snack."
Jue Er replied expressionlessly, "President, Madam hasn't been this happy in a long time. Please don't disturb her. If Madam isn't eating, we will. Remember to put less salt in; we prefer it light."
Qinian: Damn it!!! Why does he have to live like this???
Because of love.
Working hard during the day and doing housework at home, a devoted husband who waits patiently for his wife to come home – isn't that great?
If you don't push him, Qinian won't realize that he's also an excellent chef. So, men's potential is limitless. As long as you dig deep enough, every one of them can be an all-rounder.
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Today, as soon as Qinian got off work, he was dragged back by Jue Er. When he came in, he saw Qingmo lying on the sofa sleeping. He walked over quietly and squatted down to see his wife's face.
Qingmo suddenly opened her eyes and slapped his head so hard it was tilted to the side.
"Holy crap, that scared the hell out of me."
Qinian was speechless, then smiled and said, "Wife, why are you back so early today? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Qingmo rolled her eyes: "Five dishes and a soup, you can arrange them as you see fit. I want spicy food, they can eat non-spicy food. Put less meat in the stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and less vinegar in the stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar."
Qinian: "Okay, you rest first, I'll do it right away."
Qingmo nodded casually. Men, they just need to be trained. This way they're so obedient.
Sisters, look at your husbands who leave socks and shoes scattered all over the place and are lazy and ignorant of farming. Reflect on yourselves. Is it because you didn't hit your husband hard enough when he was disobedient?
To win a man's heart, you must first scratch his skin. Once he feels the pain, he will naturally weigh the pros and cons.
While waiting for Qinian to cook, Qingmo took another nap; she's been feeling sleepy lately.
At the dining table, everyone was eating quietly when Qingmo suddenly blurted out, "I'm pregnant."
Before Qi Nian could react, Jue Er interjected, "President, Madam hasn't been pregnant for a long time. This is so wonderful!"
Qinian slammed his chopsticks down on the table with a clatter, staring wide-eyed at Qingmo. "Really?"
Qingmo rolled her eyes at him. "Would I lie to you?"
Jue Er then reminded him from the side, "President, the Qi family line has ended, and the Madam is actually pregnant. This is wonderful! During the Madam's pregnancy, her diet needs to be even more refined. President, you should learn more about this."
Prayer for a good harvest: ...
Qi Nian didn't know what to say. Everyone knows that the Qi family line has ended and he is no longer able to continue. So where did the lady's child come from?
The two have been sleeping in separate rooms since last time. Not to mention he's powerless, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to. So what's there to say about the child? He's being cuckolded.
Even though Qinian loved her deeply, he couldn't hold back his outburst at this moment. "Go get an abortion. We don't need children."
Upon hearing this, Jue Er delivered a flying kick, shoving Qi Nian off his chair. "President, I never expected you to be this kind of person. Madam endured ten months of pregnancy to continue the Qi family line. How could you say such a thing? You're utterly despicable."
Qi Nian's temples bulged with veins as he roared, "The lady's child isn't mine!"
Jue Er: "So what? Even though the child isn't yours, the wife and the child are still yours. The father of the child may be uncertain, but since it's yours, it's definitely hers. You love her, so shouldn't you accept everything about her?"
Qinian felt like her worldview was about to be shattered, but then she thought about it again and it seemed to make some sense.
His wife is his wife, and the children she gave birth to are his children, aren't they? This logic is impeccable.
Qinian: "No, no, I won't raise other people's children. I won't be a victim of injustice. My wife, please listen to me and get rid of the child. I can pretend nothing happened."
Jue Er shook his head, no longer looking at Qinian, and turned to Qingmo with a sigh, saying seriously, "Madam, the president really doesn't love you. Why can't he treat your child as his own? Get a divorce. You're better off without a man like that."
Qi Nian: You're such an idiot, I never expected you to be like this.
Why are the others all silent, but you're the only one talking so much? Do you think you're so great? Why are you everywhere? Where did this chatterbox come from?
Qingmo felt that Jue Er was right and nodded in agreement: "That's right. You keep saying you love me, so your property is my property, and my children are your children. Why are you making such a distinction? Do you treat me like an outsider?"
Qinian was speechless for a moment, feeling that what they said made a lot of sense.
Qingmo continued, "I'm not asking for your opinion now, I'm informing you that if you don't want this child, then let's get a divorce, and you'll leave with nothing."
After saying that, Qingmo turned around and went back to her room to sleep. Sure enough, pregnant women are prone to sleepiness.
The two of them continued eating, ignoring Qinian.
Qinian stared blankly at Qingmo's tightly closed door. He could never divorce his wife; he loved her so much.
But something feels off. Why does he have to leave with nothing? Did he break some cardinal rule? Either way, it's his fault.
Qingmo: Hehe, don't try to reason with me, I never reason.