My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 318: Poked a divorce nest 318 times

Chapter 318: Poked a divorce nest 318 times

Wang Daniu suppressed the anger in his chest as he faced his son.

"Don’t bother yourself, go play."

Wang Jinbao was in no mood for that.

He approached his father cautiously, "Dad, why are you angry with mom? Is it because of Wang Zhaodi again?"

At the mention of Wang Zhaodi, he was very displeased.

His parents had been quarreling for several days over Wang Zhaodi, that money-losing good-for-nothing who had turned into a little mound of earth.

He despised Wang Zhaodi!

Wang Daniu’s face darkened further, his chest heaving up and down.

"What are you calling Zhaodi? She’s your sister. Who taught you to refer to her so casually?"

He was furious.

He grabbed Wang Jinbao and smacked him several times on his bottom.

Wang Jinbao had never experienced such injustice in his life.

He cried as if his world was ending.

"Mom, help me! Dad is going to beat me to death, I don’t want to go home anymore, I want to go back to my grandma’s house..." He struggled and cried out.

When Wang Daniu heard his son mention "grandma," he clenched his fists tightly.

Several more slaps landed on Wang Jinbao’s bottom.

Wu Chunhua saw her son being beaten.

She stood up from the ground.

She picked up a piece of firewood from the courtyard and swung it fiercely at Wang Daniu.

Her demeanor was as if she were facing an enemy.

"Wang Daniu, you dead man, dare to touch my son and see what happens!"

Villagers living close to the Wang family heard the commotion, carrying their bowls, and ran into the Wang family’s house.

They saw Wu Chunhua wielding a stick of firewood as thick as an adult’s arm to hit Wang Daniu.

Fearing a fatal incident, the village women hurried over and wrested the stick from Wu Chunhua’s hands.

"Chunhua dear, it’s one thing to argue, but you mustn’t resort to violence.

If you really hurt someone seriously, wouldn’t you be the one to take care of him..."

Before the woman could finish persuading, Wu Chunhua spat at Wang Daniu with hatred.

"Wang Daniu, that limp loser already wants a divorce. I couldn’t care less if he died..."

Wang Daniu, faced with her fierce look, felt a chill in his heart.

His determination to divorce was even stronger.

The villagers were astounded.

"What? A divorce? Why the divorce?" Liu Damei, who arrived late, was so surprised her chopsticks dropped to the ground.

What was so unbearable that they were divorcing?!

Could it be that someone had been cuckolded?

With this in mind, her eyes rolled around curiously, scrutinizing Wang Daniu and Wu Chunhua.

Wang Daniu noticed Liu Damei’s gossipy gaze and turned his head away.

He was suffering inside.

He felt he had been thoroughly kind and just to his father-in-law’s family, but there was no satisfying their greed.

On the day Zhaodi was buried, her maternal family, considering it unlucky, did not come at all.

He had endured that as well.

What he could no longer bear was the Wu family wanting to make him a cuckold.

Why should his wife be involved in other families’ inability to bear sons?

Lending her womb for others to have children? It was outrageous that the Wu family even conceived such a thought.

Were they just taking advantage of his easy-going nature?

He, the so-called easy-going man, was not planning to be a fool any longer. He wanted to see what they would do next.

Wang Daniu made up his mind to divorce.

Yet, he did not reveal the real reasons.

He left the Wu family with their last shred of dignity.

"We can’t live together anymore!"

"Wu Chunhua only ever thinks about her parental home; she doesn’t have our home in her heart at all.

Once we’re divorced, she can help her family as much as she wants..." he said staunchly, his neck stiff with resolve.

Wu Chunhua did not want to divorce.

Though getting remarried at her age wouldn’t be difficult, finding someone decent would be an extremely tough challenge.

She wasn’t like Zhao Honghua, whose son was almost of marrying age and could rely on him in the future.

Wang Jinbao was still young and couldn’t earn many work points a day; she would starve to death if she divorced.

"... I won’t divorce. Do you want to drive me to death?" Wu Chunhua, obstreperous and unreasonable, began to make a scene sitting on the ground.

Not a flicker of emotion showed on Wang Daniu’s face.

Seizing the moment as he helped her up, he said through clenched teeth, "If you don’t want me to bring up the disgraceful matters of your family, then go ahead and cause a fuss!"

Wu Chunhua’s wailing stopped abruptly, her expression slightly stiff.

"What did you say?"

Not a trace of emotion could be seen on Wang Daniu’s honest and naive face.

"I know everything. Just divorce me honorably. And if you still want a life, cut ties with your own family..."

Before he could finish, Wu Chunhua jumped up, angrily exclaiming,

"Divorce! Fine, let’s divorce! I don’t believe I can’t survive without you, Wang Daniu."

Wang Daniu’s smile was tinged with bitterness.

Sure enough, between her own family and the Wang family, Wu Chunhua would always choose her own family.

Wu Chunhua didn’t care if he was bitter; her eyes shifted as she began to plan benefits for herself.

"Jinbao will stay with me! You must provide a monthly allowance for Jinbao," she demanded.

She didn’t even mention the money at home.

Because the money was already in her hands, and she had no intention of sharing it with Wang Daniu.

Wang Daniu’s brow knitted as he turned to Wang Jinbao and asked,

"Jinbao, who do you want to live with?"

Wang Jinbao looked at his dad then at his mom, unable to speak for a moment.

Wu Chunhua tightly grasped her son’s hand, whispering sweet temptations.

"Jinbao, if you come with mom to your grandma’s, your dad will starve you when I’m not at home."

Her son was her future support; of course, she couldn’t leave him with the Wang family.

What if he grew distant from her?

Wang Jinbao thought about the fish soup he had at his grandmother’s a few days ago and swallowed saliva.

"Mom, I’ll go to grandma’s with you," he said, licking his lips.

Wang Daniu’s gaze dimmed, and after a long silence, he said, "... If you wish to go with your mother, that’s fine too."

While the Wang couple was in the midst of their divorce, Zhao Honghua arrived at the Lin Family.

Li Xiuli’s eyes showed surprise upon seeing her, but her face couldn’t suppress a smile.

"Honghua, you’re here."

Zhao Honghua smiled, "Yeah, I wanted to make a pair of shoes for Ziqiang. I couldn’t find the darning needle at home and thought I’d ask if you had one."

Li Xiuli, having finished her meal, was making multi-layered shoe soles for the head of the household and the young ones at home.

Hearing her friend’s request, she passed over her sewing kit.

"Here, take a look and see what you need, just use it, don’t be polite," Li Xiuli said generously.

Zhao Honghua’s laughter was prompted by her friend’s magnanimity.

"... Great, I’ll just stay here and work with you, won’t go home," she teased.

"I’d love for you to stay," Li Xiuli snapped back with a look of mild reproach.

"I told you to make yourself at home. If you’re free, just come over. You never visit.

I’m busy at home whether alone or with company. If you come over, at least we can chat just like old times."

Since her divorce from Chen Jiefang, the Chen Family’s food supply was more than enough for Zhao Honghua and Chen Ziqiang.

Zhao Honghua was a lot healthier than she used to be.

At least she didn’t look as gaunt and skeletal as before.

Moreover, she seemed more confident and spirited; even her demeanor had changed.

There was a new vigour about her.

Seeing that Li Xiuli was displeased, Zhao Honghua quickly said,

"I’ll do as you say. Whenever I have time, I’ll come over to visit, and you better not get tired of me."

Her main concern was that since her divorce, getting too close to Xiuli could make her the target of gossip, dragging Xiuli in as well.

Li Xiuli said with a laugh, "I would get tired of anyone but you."

Honghua was like a sister to her, someone she grew up with, as close as family.

Zhao Honghua took a darning needle from the Lin Family’s sewing kit and began working on the shoes.

She remembered the commotion she saw on her way over.

"Xiuli, you might not know about the Wang family’s situation?" she asked in a hushed tone.

Li Xiuli glanced at the wall that separated her home from the Wang family’s courtyard, "You mean the Wang couple’s usual bickering? I’m used to it by now."

They really did argue.

One gets used to it after a few days.