The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

My husband cried...

She really didn't want to use this sentence that appeared in countless novels to describe him: My husband cried like a helpless child.

Shouldn't I be the one crying helplessly at this moment? The one who cries first wins, right? I really regret not crying first. An Yi was surprised to find that she was actually complaining calmly?! Is this marriage not worth her grief?

"What about our children?" She asked the question with a dead heart and a cold tone, successfully stopping her husband from immersing himself in his own sorrow.

Meng Siqian, An Yi's husband, suddenly looked up at An Yi, and then quickly looked towards the direction of the child's room. This time, it was a solid suffocating pain that hit him. He really wanted to faint, or go crazy, and not face this situation that made him live a life worse than death. In fact, he was also mean to let himself avoid this problem, because it would really make him regret and hate to the point of wanting to drown himself!

Does this world have dimensional space? Does it have time black holes? Is it possible to travel back to the past?

It's so painful! It's so painful!

Their darling, their daughter who is more precious than their own lives - Meng Yaoyou.

Meng Yaoyou, nicknamed Youyou, is 9 years old this year. She is a shy, cute and lovable little girl. She is an excellent student in school and a considerate and smart daughter in the eyes of her family and friends. Although she has various shortcomings of children of the same age, there is no doubt that their education of their daughter is excellent. Wherever she goes, she will receive praise and envy from others.

Meng Siqian has always been criticized by An Yi for being a daughter slave, while An Yi has always been called a strict mother by Meng Siqian. The two occasionally have disputes over different standards of discipline. But they both understand that their daughter is their life! They want to provide their daughter with the best education and the most stable living environment.

This was actually the reason why, although An Yi had anticipated that her husband might have cheated on her, she had also made the decision to give him a chance to correct his mistakes.

For the sake of her children, she would choose to continue this marriage if possible.

She is no longer the love-struck girl who shouted, "I am emotionally clean and will never accept my husband's physical and mental infidelity." Nor is she the jealous and angry little wife who secretly checked her husband's mobile phone when they first got married, looking for any clues.

They have weathered the storms and shared the rainbows on a boat that they have worked hard to build. They have become the best teammates and jointly protect their most precious baby. This is the true but unspeakable reality of their marriage for many years.

What's funny is that she didn't get to use the scenes of scolding the unfaithful man, playing hard to get, and using self-torture to persuade the lost lamb to surrender, but was directly announced the ending of her family's collapse.

What about their daughter? This little jelly bean who was tightly immersed in the honey pot by them.

How to explain it to her? How to make her accept it? How to let her continue to be a little sugar bean in the honey pot that has been split in two?

Rather than saying that An Yi was angry at her husband's betrayal of her, it would be more accurate to say that she was angry at her husband's betrayal of her daughter!

Aren’t you a loving father who takes it as his duty to spoil his daughter and takes pride in being enslaved by her?

How can you face your daughter? Bastard! Idiot! Retarded!

There were waves of grief and anger in her heart, and they would burst out as soon as she opened her mouth. The burning temperature did not make her cry.

Suddenly looking up, An Yi looked at her husband's expression, which had collapsed and had not yet regained his rationality. She suddenly calmed down miraculously. This was not the time to scold or humiliate her husband. It was most important to strike while the iron was hot and strive for the best interests for her daughter and herself while his guilt and self-blame reached their peak.

Is being a mother a tough thing? That makes sense. It turns out that I am actually a ruthless person!

Okay, take a deep breath, and another deep breath.

It is truly a natural and man-made disaster.