Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Don’t Sell to Him

Before Zhang Wenbin could finish speaking, Li Wenhong sneered, "Zhang Wenbin, you’re not about to suggest that I should help your mother with laundry, are you? She never did it, so should I be the one doing that all day at home? Did you not hear what I just said? Do I need to repeat myself?"

"I didn’t mean that," Zhang Wenbin quickly explained, "I just think that since we are together, respecting our parents should be our duty, too. I’m not saying you should do everything, just help out my mom a bit."

"Help? With the way your mom is, if I don’t help, she would still dump everything on me. If I do help, she’ll walk all over me. I’m not like your ex-wife, selflessly sacrificing herself to light up others’ lives. I’m not that noble."

During that time, Li Wenhong only knew that Qin Juan and Zhang Wenbin were getting a divorce, but she didn’t know the specifics.

It was only after her affair with Zhang Wenbin became public that she learned how the Zhang Family treated Qin Juan.

Although she was not righteous for being the third party with a married man like Zhang Wenbin, she still looked down on the Zhang Family’s ways.

"Why bring her up?"

Zhang Wenbin frowned displeasedly, his last desire was to hear about Qin Juan at the moment.

If it wasn’t for that woman, he would not have ended up in such a state.

Not wanting to discuss these domestic issues anymore, he changed the subject, "When should we go get our marriage certificate? Although I’m back in An City, you can rest assured that I won’t let you down. After we get the certificate, we’ll arrange a few tables, let friends and relatives get to know you."

Most importantly, now that he’s back in An City and divorced, who knows how many people are watching him for amusement?

Another wedding and a couple of tables would shut those people up, letting them see that Zhang Wenbin, even without a job and after divorce, can still quickly find another one.

Li Wenhong, not caring, was combing her hair, "What’s the rush? Aren’t we doing quite well now? I don’t want others to misunderstand, thinking that it’s because of me that you got divorced."

Zhang Wenbin still wanted to persuade her, but Li Wenhong pulled him away, "Alright, alright, let’s rest early. The most important thing for us now is to find jobs. Did you get any good news today after running around?"

Zhang Wenbin sighed, "How easy is it to find a job nowadays? With the economic performance of companies being poor, it’s good enough that they’re not laying off people. I’ll go look again tomorrow."

"Don’t worry, it’s their loss if they don’t make use of someone as capable as you," Li Wenhong consoled, "By the way, I don’t want to eat the food your mom makes tomorrow. All she does is make pancakes. Why should we live so frugally? Buy me some meat buns tomorrow, okay? It’s been a while since I had one, and I heard the meat buns in An City are particularly famous. Can you buy some for me? After tagging along with you for so long, I shouldn’t be missing out on a meat bun, right?"

Zhang Wenbin could only swallow the refusal he had in mind, "Okay, I’ll buy them for you tomorrow. Go to sleep, don’t wait up for me."

In the end, Zhang Wenbin didn’t have the heart to leave his dirty clothes for his mother to wash, so he squatted by the water tap and began to scrub his clothes by the moonlight.

He forgot when he last washed clothes; it seemed like it was before he got married. Back then, when his family underwent changes, his parents had to do tiring work every day—and so did he. They wouldn’t wash their clothes often as there wasn’t time, and frequent washing would wear the clothes out.

Only in the summer, when clothes were really dirty, would he wash them by the river.

He didn’t expect the water to be so cold in winter, and thick winter clothes so difficult to wash... No wonder his mom was unwilling to do the laundry...

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On a cold winter morning, with the skies barely brightening, the street-side breakfast stands were already bustling into action.

The busy crowd, the warm steam mingling with the dim light bulbs, the occasional sound of a bicycle bell piercing through...

It created a warm and comforting scene.

Qin’s Bun Shop had also opened its doors early, and the elders who accustomed to waking up at dawn were already sitting inside.

A few steamed buns, served with a bowl of hot, sticky millet porridge, and a few sticks of pickled vegetables.