The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 646 - 650 DINK Family (13)

Chapter 646: Chapter 650 DINK Family (13)

Su Li shoved her phone right in front of Ning Zhiyuan’s face, almost sticking it into his nostrils.

No matter how much he didn’t want to look, it was impossible.

With a glance at the phone, he recognized the sceneries, having been quite the traveler in his youth.

Some sights were familiar, while others he hadn’t experienced.

Helplessly, Ning Zhiyuan found himself reminiscing about those times. Despite being married, he had spent most of his free time indulging in various hobbies, often neglecting his family and wife. Still, his wife hadn’t resented him for it—it must have been true love.

This thought led Ning Zhiyuan’s wandering mind to suddenly take a sharp turn elsewhere.

He mused, Su Li had loved him for decades; she couldn’t just let go all of a sudden. Could this behavior be because her love was too difficult to express?

When Ning Zhiyuan looked over with a meaningful and strange gaze, it gave Su Li goosebumps all over.

"Su Li, I...."

This man must be thinking some weird stuff, Su Li thought, seeing Ning Zhiyuan’s expression. No, she didn’t want to know what was on his mind...

Su Li pretended to be calm as she took back her phone and then asked, "Hey, what are you doing here? Are you feeling unwell or are you here with someone?"

Ning Zhiyuan automatically ignored the second half of Su Li’s question.

Su Li’s belated inquiry about her own well-being made Ning Zhiyuan’s heart sour.

"Su Li...."

That ever-sour look in Ning Zhiyuan’s eyes made Su Li feel completely uncomfortable.

Maybe this guy has some issues, she thought. Who knows what he’s been imagining? Forget it, forget it, she should have spoken less. Why did she even ask?

Bragging brings momentary joy, now it’s as if it’s ashes...

Su Li hurriedly spoke before Ning Zhiyuan could say anything, "Hey, you go ahead, I still need to quickly deliver something to my niece in law."

Indeed, Su Li was here because her niece in law had a baby.

Yet, just before leaving, Su Li couldn’t resist teasing her long-lost ex-husband, "You better hurry up too, aren’t you planning on having kids? Time’s ticking at your age..."

Su Li’s remark jammed the reconciliatory words Ning Zhiyuan had hesitated to speak in his throat.

He stood there with a sheepish and resentful look, which was hard to witness, looking quite bizarre.

Su Li chuckled internally, striding away triumphantly, leaving behind a distressed Ning Zhiyuan.

Right, right, right, Su Li had deliberately come to disgust Ning Zhiyuan.

Thanks to the original owner’s decades of understanding her husband, Su Li could passively read Ning Zhiyuan’s mind fast.

To put it bluntly, as soon as he lifted his trousers, she knew what fart he was planning to let out.

Ning Zhiyuan’s recent bad luck didn’t need inquiring; it always somehow reached Su Li’s ears.

Su Li guessed that the guy was regretful—not about giving up on being DINK but regretting that his loose hand had granted her a substantial fortune.

Just from Ning Zhiyuan’s expression, one could tell that, although suppressed, his resentful energy was deeply hidden.

Perhaps the moment he saw her, numerous thoughts crossed his mind.

Like, remarrying...

Upon reflection, this seemed like a good idea. Not only could he retrieve the distributed money, but previous plans would not be delayed either.

Sometimes, Ning Zhiyuan was naive... adorable?

Now with money and leisure, his life was incredibly comfortable. He must be crazy to step back into the grave.

Share his own money with someone else?

Crazy, right?

It was like in the last world, where life alone was too joyful.

Each "small world" had a different entry point. In this world, as soon as she arrived, the original owner was already a middle-aged woman married for twenty years. Having finally had the chance to return to freedom, stepping back in was unthinkable, not just for herself, but even the original owner would be scolded awake by Su Li.

Such folly.

In any case, these comfortable days, no matter how long they lasted, were never too much. Enjoying the chaotic and dramatic lives of others was also a kind of pleasure.

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Ning Zhiyuan returned from the hospital, listless and visibly melancholic, which terrified Ms. Liao.

She hurriedly chased after him, asking about his check-up, fearing he had an incurable disease.

When she asked about her son’s health for the third time without an answer, her droopy eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Ms. Liao grabbed the corner of Ning Zhiyuan’s shirt, her eyes tearful but resolute, "Son, tell mom the truth. Don’t be afraid, I can handle it."

"Just tell me how you are. Don’t worry, we can treat whatever illness you have..."

Ning Zhiyuan: "...What are you talking about?"

He was just feeling a bit gloomy, so why did it suddenly seem like he was on his deathbed?

Ning Zhiyuan felt that his mother was really getting senile with age.

He raised his voice unhappily, "Mom, what are you talking about? I’m very healthy. It’s just that I’ve been eating poorly recently."

Speaking of eating, Ms. Liao also wasn’t very happy.

In the past, his daughter-in-law was dutiful, occasionally coming over to cook them a nice meal.

Now, as people age, they become lethargic and less inclined to move... Even making something tasty became a hassle.

And eating out didn’t suit the elderly couple’s tastes; it had been over half a year since they had a decent meal.

While Ms. Liao was mulling over various things, Ning Zhiyuan had already lost his patience and slammed the bedroom door loudly.

Indeed, distance created beauty.

Even between parents and their children.

When they hadn’t lived together, there was mutual respect and affection.

But within half a year of living together, whether it was the mismatch of generational energies or company issues, daily trivial matters had made Ning Zhiyuan much more irritable.

The politely cultivated grace and elegance had completely vanished.

He was gradually resembling those common, greasy middle-aged men seen everywhere.

Actually, if Su Li were to say, Ning Zhiyuan’s growth owed much to his wife.

Uncle’s empire was built with aunt’s support; uncle’s maturity and wisdom were cultivated by aunt.

But this contribution was rarely thoroughly appreciated.

Now that aunt refused to keep up the act, the beautifully packaged uncle was laid bare.

So those girls who always clamored they liked mature men needed to see clearly that reaping the rewards still required smug complacency.