My Empress is My Bad Girl

And both men and women can divorce at will.

Divorce is not a shame.

After the divorce, both the man and the woman can find another one.

Zhao Yuanjing didn't understand, Wan Mei and Zhao Xiahua were women who had been beaten all day, but they were willing to endure silently?

He didn't see what merits Wang Dalei and Feng Baisui had that could make them reluctant to leave.

Wan Mei touched his head with a bitter smile: "You are still young, and you don't understand adult matters. You will understand mom's difficulties in the future."

Zhao Yuanjing did not speak, but silently avoided her hand.

Wan Mei also noticed her son's unusual indifference and alienation towards her.

She asked: "Have you had dinner? Mom will take you to eat a bowl of wontons."

"Ate."

"Oh, then why don't you find a place to live? Is there not enough money?"

"The people in the hotel said that I am a minor and need a guardian to accompany me before opening a room for me."

"Oh, you kid, go to such an expensive hotel, people must be more formal. You look for a small hotel on the roadside, which is cheaper, and you don’t pay attention to any ID card, and it doesn’t matter your age."

"I don't like small hotels."

Zhao Yuanjing heard from Zhao Xiahua that many small hotels on the roadside were not clean, and there were irregular women.

He is not afraid of anyone, he is afraid of uncleanness.

Among his few shortcomings, one is cleanliness.

In those years, I wandered around with Yun Dai, and it didn't matter if I had tea, light rice or a bamboo house, as long as it was clean.

But how could Wanmei understand his mind.

She also regarded him as her fourteen-year-old cowardly son.

"You want to stay in a hotel, do you have enough money?" Wan Mei asked, frowning.

"A little."

"Where did you get the money?" Wan Mei was stunned, and then she seemed to think of something, her expression changed, and she grabbed his arm, "Boy, are you stealing something from someone?"

Zhao Yuanjing took out his arm and said coldly, "I won't do anything illegal, and take care of yourself. The man you find to abuse your son, if you don't stop it, you are an accomplice. A woman like you is probably heaven. The most useless mother underneath."

Wan Mei was shocked by his look and eyes, and could not speak for a while.

When did the son become like this?

His cold eyes made her feel so strange.

She tried to pull him: "Xiaojing, what's the matter with you?"

Zhao Yuanjing said: "From now on, you will assume that Zhao Xiaojing is dead. Don't come to me in the future, and I won't go to your house."

Wan Mei was stunned: "Xiaojing, what are you talking about?"

"Which sentence can't you understand?" Zhao Yuanjing asked calmly.

"What do you think you are dead? Xiaojing, don't say these things to scare your mother. Mom knows that you have been wronged during this period. But... Mom can't help it. Your Uncle Wang has recently been unemployed and he is not in a good mood. You just bear it a little bit..."

Zhao Yuanjing shook his head, too lazy to say anything to this woman, and walked away with his bag on his back.

But Wan Mei chased it over: "Xiaojing, do you want to stay in that high-end hotel? No problem, mom will open a room for you. You stay for one night, and you will go back tomorrow when your uncle Wang feels better."

Zhao Yuanjing's gaze fell on the half-used schoolbag he was carrying, thinking of the kid who was forced to jump into the sea to commit suicide, and his heart was full of disgust towards Wan Mei.

He asked: "Why don't you go to work by yourself, feed yourself and your son, and rely on that drunkard and let him trample on your dignity and abuse your son?"