My heart is breaking. My ex-wife lives on the street across from our apartment complex after our divorce.

Editor's Note: After eagerly awaiting Yao Da's "A Wife's Heart is Like a Knife" without success, I couldn't resist anymore. My hands were itching to write, so I put aside my previous work, "I'm Not a Goddess ," and wrote this story about a married woman ahead of schedule. Yao Da's work resonates deeply with me, as does Lin Qian's.

I hope to fulfill my own dream of becoming a wife. I also hope you all enjoy it.

I. Yang Jun graduated on National Day in 2011. On this joyous day, countless couples across the country chose this day for their weddings. Leaving aside other places, in Yang Jun's small county town in southern China, at least ten wedding car convoys were seen. They moved in unison, accompanied by female musicians playing drums and gongs, joyfully passing by.

But Yang Jun felt no joy; in fact, he was utterly dejected. Because today at the Civil Affairs Bureau, a certificate ended his three-year marriage. His beautiful wife, eight years his junior, left without taking any property or house. She simply packed a few clothes and left. Watching her disappearing figure, Yang Jun sat dejectedly by the window, lit a cigarette, his brow furrowed, and memories flooded his mind.

Yang Jun, born in a rural area, is thirty-two years old this year. His parents are both farmers who scrimped and saved to support him through a third-tier university. From a young age, Yang Jun was simple and honest, the kind of obedient and dutiful rural child typical of the 1980s generation. He was a man of few words; those who knew him knew he was taciturn and not good with words. After graduating in 2004, Yang Jun joined the large wave of graduates heading south to find work.

Upon arriving in the south, Yang Jun was introverted and naive. Although he attended university in the provincial capital, his family was poor, and he rarely went out, preferring to stay at school and study diligently. At that time, although universities weren't as open as they are now, some male and female students still got together and occasionally visited each other's dorms; rumors of girls staying in boys' dorms were common. At school, Yang Jun didn't dare look at any girls; he was extremely introverted, and his classmates ostracized him for being different. His resumes kept disappearing into thin air. Occasionally, during job interviews at the job market, the nervous Yang Jun didn't even know what he was saying to the recruiters. He couldn't find a job. With the 1,000 yuan his father had borrowed for travel expenses almost gone, Yang Jun became anxious. Finally, out of desperation, he took a job as a computer repairman in an internet cafe, earning 600 yuan a month including lunch. He lived in the internet cafe. Yang Jun was frustrated. He was a network engineer with real academic training, yet he ended up like someone who had only attended a few months of computer training courses. (At that time, computer training courses were everywhere in the city; even junior high school graduates could attend for a few months.) He did simple network administration work.

The money was little, but at least he had a place to stay. For his first New Year after graduation, Yang Jun didn't go home. He saved 2,000 yuan by living frugally and sent it home. On the eighth day of the second New Year, Yang Jun quit his job at the internet cafe, took his newly earned 1,000 yuan, and planned to find a better company to at least realize his talents.

The results weren't optimistic; no company hired him again, and with his thousand yuan about to disappear, Yang Jun reluctantly returned to being an internet cafe manager, only at a different one. The following year was another difficult one. Yang Jun still didn't have much money, let alone a girlfriend. Driven by physical instinct, he only masturbated at night by looking at pornographic images on the internet cafe's computers.

Later, Yang Jun changed jobs at least a dozen times, none of them lasting long. Finally, in 2007, a company hired him. The department manager hired him because he was from the same hometown, putting him in charge of the company's network management and information system security. Yang Jun worked very hard, and his professional skills were recognized. For the first time ever, Yang Jun had a stroke of genius. When he received his first paycheck, he treated the department manager to a meal, spending over two hundred yuan—equivalent to his previous monthly living expenses—which made Yang Jun very distressed. When he had connections, Yang Jun stayed at the company for quite a while, almost two years, and his salary increased significantly. However, after the manager left for a better position, Yang Jun quickly faced backlash from other departments. Being taciturn, he had no chance to explain and was replaced by someone else, ultimately being fired. Disheartened, Yang Jun returned to his hometown with his savings of 20,000 yuan.

Six months later, his father was constantly displeased, saying that other people's children were all successful after going out to work, while his son had failed to bring him any honor. Faced with his father's displeasure, Yang Jun didn't argue. The job market was incredibly competitive; he lacked both a strong academic background and a privileged family, and the recruiters simply didn't understand his abilities and talents. Yang Jun felt that finding another job was futile, and given his age, there was little hope of continuing. So, he rented a shop in his hometown county and started a simple computer repair business. The small town's economy was indeed underdeveloped. A year later, Yang Jun actually made a name for himself, buying the dilapidated storefront for 15,000 yuan. Suddenly, Yang Jun went from being a rural person to a town resident. It was around this time that people started introducing potential partners to Yang Jun's family. Among several girls, Yang Jun chose the woman he loved—Li Lin.

When a woman from Yang Jun's village, who was on good terms with his mother, appeared at Yang Jun's storefront with a girl, Yang Jun was immediately attracted to her, feeling that this was the woman he had been searching for all his life. The girl had a good figure, was 165 cm tall, and in high heels, she was about the same height as Yang Jun. She had fair skin, wore a ponytail, and had a sweet smile with dimples. She was dressed prettyly, but there was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. A kind of foxy charm. The woman jokingly asked Yang Jun to take the girl for a walk in the small town and buy her some food, so Yang Jun took the girl out. The woman introduced the girl to Yang Jun's parents, explaining that she hadn't received much education, not even finishing her formal schooling, and had worked for a year or two, but her family was still worried and wanted her to return to marry someone.

Her family wasn't well-off. The girl's family wanted a dowry of 50,000 yuan; they didn't want engagements, matchmaker fees, etc., just a wedding date to be chosen at the end of the year.

Yang Jun took the girl for a walk in the small county town. Yang Jun was quiet and reserved, while the girl was lively and chatty. Yang Jun felt incredibly lucky to have met such a beautiful girl; compared to the previous girls, she was practically a goddess. He felt that heaven had finally smiled upon him. Even in a big city in the south, such a youthful and vibrant girl would be considered top-tier. With a little more dressing up, she would definitely be a stunning goddess. Yang Jun decided from the bottom of his heart to marry this girl.

The girl seemed quite familiar with the county town, leading Yang Jun through the streets and alleys, showing him where to climb over walls, where the internet cafes were, and where the best food stalls were. She even took him to her old high school, knowing it by heart, saying she used to love going online and often climbed over the wall to go online. Yang Jun listened happily to the girl's chatter, though a slight unease crossed his mind, he quickly forgot it. He followed behind her, watching her skip happily ahead.

Back at their shop, Yang Jun's family saw the woman and girl off. Yang Jun's father was in trouble; how could they possibly come up with 50,000 yuan? The family was dirt poor. Yang Jun's mother was quite pleased, thinking the girl was beautiful and a good match for her son. But Yang Jun's grandmother's words dampened everyone's spirits. "A good girl wouldn't want to be with your family, so poor. I think she's just a troublemaker!" Yang Jun's grandmother said angrily, shaking her cane. "And you two good-for-nothings, lazy and good-for-nothings, while other families are living prosperous lives." "You're all hopeless!" Grandma scolded Yang Jun's parents, shaking her head as she went into the bedroom. But Yang Jun insisted on marrying her, determined to marry this girl. He also said that in their economically underdeveloped hometown, many families relied on dowries to make a quick buck, and besides, 50,000 yuan was considered very little; some families were asking for 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. The family had no choice but to discuss how to raise the dowry.

Second, Yang Jun's wedding. On the eighth day of the first lunar month in 2008, Yang Jun celebrated the greatest joy of his life—he finally got married. Yang Jun had 30,000 yuan saved up, and his family borrowed from various sources to scrape together another 30,000 yuan for him. Yang Jun gave 50,000 yuan as a bride price to his wife's family, spent over 2,000 yuan on a pair of gold rings, and another 3,000 yuan on a few tables of banquet food, thus holding a simple wedding. At the banquet, several women from the village whispered among themselves, pointing at the bride and gossiping. Yang Jun assumed they were just talking about the bride's beauty and didn't listen carefully. However, someone at the banquet caught Yang Jun's attention. At the outermost table, a person with their head completely covered by a tattered coat, only their eyes showing, was looking around the banquet hall, not speaking to anyone at the table. Yang Jun called his father over and asked if he knew the person. His father said, "He's probably just a beggar. It's a joyous occasion; it won't hurt to do good deeds." Yang Jun didn't think much of it. After counting the wedding gifts received at the banquet that evening, Yang Jun was surprised to find he still had about ten thousand yuan in his pocket. He happily pocketed the money and hugged his new wife tightly, ready to begin their wedding night. But his wife told him that her father had something to discuss with her and needed to go home for a while, and might be back late, so she told Yang Jun to go to sleep first. Yang Jun had no choice but to take off his clothes and lie on the festive wedding bed, waiting for his wife to return. He waited for an unknown amount of time before drifting off to

sleep. Around five in the morning, Yang Jun vaguely felt someone crawl into his bed. Excitedly, he rolled over and pinned the person inside.

"Ha, you little thief, I've caught you!" Yang Jun excitedly pressed down on his new wife, reaching out to undress her.
"Stop it, I'm exhausted, let's sleep," Li Lin resisted.

"What is it that your father-in-law has been gone for so long?" Yang Jun asked, his hands continuing to undress his wife.

"...Uh, well, it's nothing much. She just reminded me that I'll be someone else's wife now, and I shouldn't be too willful. She was just teaching me how to be a good person," Li Lin explained awkwardly.

"Oh, I see." Yang Jun didn't think much of it and quickly undid one of his wife's clothes.

"Hey, wife, you're not wearing your wedding undergarment." Yang Jun noticed his wife wasn't wearing her festive red undergarment.
"Oh, um, I was wearing it, but I took it off at my house." Li Lin looked a little flustered, but quickly recovered.

"Oh, wife, let's begin our wedding night." Yang Jun didn't think twice; all he wanted was to possess his new wife.

Yang Jun usually just masturbated by looking at pictures; he'd never actually been with a woman. When he pinned his wife, Li Lin, down and tried to undress her, his hands trembled. He struggled to unhook her bra, and after a long time, he still couldn't. His wife giggled, leaned forward, and reached behind her to unhook her bra, revealing her two full, snow-white breasts. Excitedly, Yang Jun bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on her white breast. His wife breathed softly, wriggling her body, her hands pulling off Yang Jun's clothes. She reached into his underwear and began to caress his penis. Yang Jun gasped in pleasure, excitedly reaching into his wife's underwear as well, finding it already soaking wet. Good heavens, so much water! Ah, finally, he had truly touched a woman's vulva! Yang Jun was incredibly excited. He eagerly nestled under the covers, pulling down his wife's wet panties. His wife giggled, lifting her buttocks to let him pull down her panties, and even willingly spreading her legs. Yang Jun's penis was only of average size, and he excitedly pressed his buttocks between his wife's parted legs, his penis thrusting wildly. His wife gave him a coquettish look, slapped his arm, and reached down to her crotch, grasping his penis and guiding it to her wet opening. Yang Jun then thrust forward, his penis smoothly plunging into his wife's warm, moist vagina, without any obstruction. It was even somewhat loose.

A gush of vaginal fluid squeezed out of his wife's vagina.

"Ah, um," Yang Jun was the first to groan in pleasure. This was truly his first time penetrating a woman's private parts; the wet vagina gently enveloped his hard penis. Yang Jun felt a deep, bone-deep pleasure. The wife lifted her legs and wrapped them around Yang Jun's waist, her buttocks swaying as she let out seductive moans.

"Ah, my good wife, you're so slippery down there, so wet," Yang Jun teased, gazing at his wife's flushed face.

"You rascal, hehe, um, ah, harder, yes," the wife scolded playfully, her moans growing more rapid.

Slowly, Yang Jun fell silent, clenching his fists and bracing himself on the bed, holding his breath, his hips thrusting rapidly, his penis plunging quickly into his wife's juicy vagina. Since this was Yang Jun's first time, and perhaps due to years of masturbating while viewing pornography, within minutes, Yang Jun moaned, his whole body trembling, a stream of semen shooting into his wife's vagina. His wife's chest heaved, her legs still tightly wrapped around Yang Jun's waist, her buttocks grinding against him a few more times, seemingly unsatisfied. Yang Jun released his arm from his weight, pressing his body heavily against his wife, panting heavily.

"I'm sorry, honey, I was too impulsive, I couldn't help myself," Yang Jun explained briefly.
"It's okay, it's always like this the first time," his wife comforted him.

At seven in the morning, Yang Jun opened his shop early for business. His wife slept soundly in bed. Yang Jun lit a cigarette, gazing out the door, thinking about his wife's unimpeded access, but quickly smiled. He forgot about it, content. What era are we living in? As long as she lives a good life with me, that's enough. He's a college graduate; it would be pathetic if he couldn't even see this. However, his wife's skillful sexual intercourse still made Yang Jun's heart skip a beat.

His wife didn't get up until eleven o'clock. She walked into the store in her pajamas, hugged Yang Jun from behind and kissed him before brushing her teeth, washing her face, and putting on makeup. As the saying goes, good things come to those who are in high spirits. The opening day of the new year was a great success for Yang Jun, with a net profit of more than two hundred yuan. After dinner, Yang Jun gave the money to his wife to keep safe. He lay on the bed and watched TV for a while. After his wife finished her work, she climbed into bed. Yang Jun grabbed her, pressed her down, and began to undress her.

This time, Yang Jun finally had time to properly admire his wife's beautiful body. Her snow-white breasts were proudly erect, two full, rosy bosoms standing proudly. Below them were her flat stomach, slender waist, and full buttocks. Sparse, soft pubic hair curled lightly over her vulva, appearing clean and hygienic. Her snow-white, rosy vulva, full and protruding like a small steamed bun, had her labia majora parted, revealing a captivating cleft. Her labia minora, like flower petals, clung to the entrance, slightly darker than her snow-white skin. Her clitoris, the size of a soybean, stood erect above the cleft—what a beautiful little hole!

Yang Jun's heart pounded, he swallowed hard, and images from porn flashed through his mind. He opened his mouth, blocked his wife's vulva, and began to suckle. Yang Jun held his wife's labia minora in his mouth, sucking noisily, his tongue occasionally tracing the cleft. Smearing her protruding clitoris, he smeared her beautiful vulva until it glistened and moist.

"Ah, Jun, husband, it's dirty, so good, it feels so good to lick." His wife bit her lip, twisting her hips, moaning ecstatically.

Yang Jun's penis was painfully hard, and hearing his wife's song-like moans, his lust intensified. He impatiently grabbed his penis, knelt between his wife's legs, and thrust his penis into her moist labia.

Ah. The couple both let out comfortable moans. The moist, tender flesh of her vagina enveloped Yang Jun's hot penis. Yang Jun grimaced, rapidly thrusting his penis in and out, occasionally looking down at the sight of his penis entering and exiting his wife's wet and beautiful vulva. His wife wrapped her arms around Yang Jun's neck, spread her legs wide, and twisted her hips wildly, cooperating with the stimulation of his penis inside her vagina.

"Ah, husband, Jun, you're so amazing, so wonderful, harder!" His wife moaned, leaning in to kiss Yang Jun. Yang Jun's hips continued to thrust, his passionate kisses mirroring hers, their tongues entwined.

"Ah, Lin'er, my good wife, I love you so much. It feels so good," Yang Jun gasped, breathless with emotion.

"Husband, I love you too. Harder, fuck me harder." The wife cried out lasciviously.

"Lin'er, I'll love you forever, I'll fuck you like this forever."

"Good husband, harder, Lin'er will let you fuck me forever too." The wife twisted her hips rapidly, her long, pink legs wrapping around Yang Jun's buttocks.

Yang Jun felt a jolt of electricity run through his back, his bones went numb, his glans throbbed painfully, and after a few seconds, he finally couldn't hold back, a stream of hot semen gushing out, shooting into the wife's vagina.

"Ah, ah, don't stop, no, more, more!" The wife thrust her hips wildly, eagerly grinding against the ejaculating penis inside her vagina.

"Ah, ah, ooh..." Yang Jun roared, veins bulging on his forehead, clenching his teeth, he tried to thrust a few more times, and finally, he collapsed heavily onto the wife.

The wife stopped twisting, her eyes staring at the ceiling, her snow-white breasts heaving, only the heavy breathing of the two of them remained.

Thirdly, Yang Jun suspected that newlyweds were always eager for more, and for the first few months, Yang Jun and his wife made love almost every night. However, Yang Jun's performance was never very long. His wife didn't say anything, but Yang Jun himself was somewhat unhappy and felt ashamed. His wife tried to cook him some good food to nourish his body, which Yang Jun appreciated, but the effect seemed minimal. Yang Jun then focused his attention on his career. His wife also became a cashier at a supermarket, earning a thousand yuan a month. However, it was on the other side of the county, and his wife walked to and from work every day. Yang Jun had been to that supermarket; there were two blond-haired porters there, whom his wife said were her high school classmates. Yang Jun didn't think much of it. Yang Jun felt that his wife was very considerate and understanding, and he worked even harder at the business.

Hard work pays off, and by the end of the year, Yang Jun had saved 60,000 yuan and bought a new apartment in a newly opened residential complex in the county. Although it wasn't an apartment with an elevator, it was at least a new home. Yang Jun even installed broadband internet for his beloved wife in their new house, saving her from having to squeeze into the storefront to use it. The storefront was two streets away.

The couple happily moved into their new home, and both sets of parents came to celebrate, even setting off firecrackers.
But joy has its sorrows. Yang Jun's mother, noticing her daughter-in-law's still-flat stomach, quietly pulled Yang Jun aside and asked him what was wrong. Yang Jun, realizing the situation, understood. He had always ejaculated inside his wife, so why wasn't she pregnant yet? His mother's face darkened. Yang Jun could only reassure her, saying that she would be pregnant

eventually, and to wait and see.

Yang Jun's business was booming, and he was busy late every day, also taking on several computer maintenance jobs for various companies. He didn't have time to think about having a baby, and his wife hadn't come home for several nights, saying the supermarket often did inventory checks at night. Summer arrived in the blink of an eye.

That day, Yang Jun was carrying a computer, delivering it to a company by car. After driving through several streets, the car stopped at a station. Looking out the window, Yang Jun saw a beautiful, familiar figure. It was his wife, Li Lin! She was wearing a white printed t-shirt, light white denim shorts that accentuated her full, shapely hips, and sneakers. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, which swayed as she walked, making her look youthful and radiant. She was carrying a large watermelon, a smile on her face as she walked down the street. Yang Jun smiled, thinking, "She must have bought it to take home." Suddenly, he realized this wasn't the way home. Where was she going? Yang Jun turned sharply, wanting to greet his wife, but she was gone. She had disappeared into a vacant lot slated for demolition. Yang Jun knew that a large area of old city buildings was going to be demolished there; several buildings had already been torn down. "Never mind," he thought, "I'll deliver the goods to the customer first."

After delivering the goods to his client and receiving payment, Yang Jun was about to leave when the client stopped him, saying he wanted to test the machine. Yang Jun had no choice but to connect the computer and turn it on. The client then asked Yang Jun a few more computer-related questions, and before he knew it, half an hour had passed.

Yang Jun then spent another ten minutes rushing to the vacant lot where the demolition was taking place. He searched the area for a while but couldn't find his wife. He then walked into the alley, hoping to find a few undamaged buildings there. He reached a building whose facade was completely open, exposing the broken steel bars to the sun. Yang Jun wiped the sweat from his brow. He continued searching for his wife, finally arriving at another building, also half-demolished. In the exposed half of the room, several pieces of watermelon rind lay on the floor, along with some water stains, as if the room had just been filled. A tattered straw mat lay on the dirty cement floor. Two crumpled wads of toilet paper were in the corner. Yang Jun looked around, then, almost unconsciously, picked up a wad of toilet paper. He unfolded it, and his heart leaped into his throat.

It definitely wasn't snot. Although the color was slightly yellowish, Yang Jun could tell from the smell that what was stuck inside was semen, and fresh at that. Impossible, absolutely impossible. Images flashed through Yang Jun's mind. The terrifying thought was too much for him to bear. Could it be his wife? His beloved wife was having an affair here, in such a filthy place. Yang Jun imagined his wife, naked, being pressed down on a straw mat on the dirty ground. Or perhaps kneeling, or perhaps standing, how that man was doing this to his wife—images flashed through Yang Jun's mind. Yang Jun shook his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

His throat was parched. A coincidence, absolutely a coincidence, yes, it must be a coincidence. A few pieces of watermelon rind don't mean anything; there are watermelons everywhere. Yang Jun reassured himself and walked out of the demolition area.

Yang Jun rushed to the supermarket where his wife, Li Lin, worked, but she wasn't there. He asked other employees and learned that she had taken the morning off and hadn't returned yet. Yang Jun then went back to their apartment complex, but still couldn't find her. He ran to the tap and gulped down a bellyful of water, then tried calling his wife's cell phone, but it went unanswered. Yang Jun had no choice but to return to his shop and continue his business. At 5 PM, he closed the shop early and went to the supermarket to pick her up. When they arrived, his wife was busy making change. She was dressed the same as he had seen her during the day. Yang Jun walked up to her, and she looked at him in surprise.

She asked...

"Why are you here? Are you closing up shop? My colleague told me you came looking for me this morning, is something wrong?"
"I came to pick you up from work. When do you get off?"

"Oh, what's going on today? You've never picked me up before. Besides, it's not far from home. Wait a minute, I'm still working until 6:30." His wife asked suspiciously.

"Hey, young lady, hurry up and give me my change." An old woman carrying bags of goods urged him on.
"You go ahead with your work, I'll wait for you outside." Yang Jun said, walking out of the supermarket and lighting a cigarette.
After a while, a pair of small, snow-white hands covered Yang Jun's eyes as he squatted on the steps.

"Guess who I am." A fresh fragrance wafted into Yang Jun's nose. Yang Jun pulled the small hands off his eyes, stood up, looked at his smiling wife, and playfully flicked her nose.

"Guess who I am? Everyone knows it's you!"

"Hehe, let's go home, honey." Li Lin skipped along, hooking her arm around Yang Jun's, ready to go home.
"Wife, let's eat out today," Yang Jun said to Li Lin after walking for a while.
"Okay, hehe, what a day it is! Picking me up from work and having a nice meal out!"
His wife excitedly stood in front of Yang Jun, hooking her arm around his neck.

"Nothing special, just want to treat ourselves. How about we go for your favorite pickled fish?"
Yang Jun said.

"Okay, okay!" Li Lin happily skipped along, pulling Yang Jun straight to the restaurant.

The fish was served, and his wife playfully sniffed the wafting aroma, praising it. "Mmm, it smells so good, honey, let's eat!"

Yang Jun picked up a piece of his wife's favorite fish head and placed it in her bowl, then picked up a piece of fish meat for himself and started eating. After eating for a while, Yang Jun put down his chopsticks, looked at his lovely wife who was engrossed in eating the fish, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked,

"Lin'er, what did you do during the day?"

"At work. What's wrong?" Li Lin answered without looking up, focused on eating the fish.

"Then what did you do this morning?"

"My stomach hurt a little, so I went home and took some medicine. What's wrong?" his wife asked, looking up.

Yang Jun didn't know how to question her, afraid that his wife would think he was following her. He also didn't want to say that he had checked the house and she wasn't home. After agonizing for a long time, Yang Jun, as a thirty-year-old man, felt that it was best to lay things out on the table. If they were, the matter would be over, and it wouldn't affect their relationship.

“No, Lin’er, I was delivering goods to the West District this morning, and I saw you carrying a big watermelon in the truck…” Yang Jun said cautiously.

His wife paused, still not looking up, and then continued eating her fish. After a while, she finally looked up at Yang Jun and said,

“Oh, I suddenly got a call from my dad this morning. He said he was working as a laborer at a construction site and had no water, so I bought a watermelon and brought it to him.” Li Lin wiped the grease from her mouth and said without changing her expression.

“Oh, I see. Your father is demolishing houses at a construction site. Why didn’t he tell you he was coming?” Yang Jun was relieved. He put another piece of fish in his wife’s bowl.

“Yes, I told him not to do this kind of hard work. But he didn’t listen.” His wife said.

“Then I’ll call Dad another day and persuade him to stop. He doesn’t need the money.” Yang Jun said.

"No, don't hit him. My dad's incredibly stubborn, let him be," his wife hurriedly pleaded, then lowered her head to eat the fish, reminding him, "Remember, don't hit him."

With that, Yang Jun felt his inner turmoil had subsided. His wife's explanation seemed reasonable, with no suspicious points. The crumpled pieces of paper and the watermelon rind might have been left by someone else. Yang Jun easily ate his fish. Later, after what happened, Yang Jun deeply regretted it. If he had called to inquire, perhaps the outcome would have been different.

Back home, Yang Jun took a shower and lay in bed watching TV, waiting for his wife to shower. After she got into bed, Yang Jun stroked her, wanting to undress her, but his wife, Li Lin, covered his hand.

"I'm a little tired today, let's not do it. Let's sleep, okay?"

Yang Jun had no choice but to withdraw his hand, sighed, and watched TV. His wife lay down beside him and quickly fell asleep. After watching TV for a while, Yang Jun got up to urinate in the bathroom before going to bed. While urinating, he noticed his wife's clothes piled up in the bathroom. Almost unconsciously, he peeked into the bedroom, then picked up his wife's underwear. He checked the bottom; it was clean, without a single stain. A happy smile spread across Yang Jun's face. He carefully put the underwear back in its place. Yang Jun thought he was completely relieved; his wife hadn't betrayed him. However, Yang Jun was careless… he hadn't seen the price tag on the outside of the underwear.

IV. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflict becomes the root of divorce. Life continued smoothly. Yang Jun continued running his shop, and his wife still went to work every day, still returning home late a few days a month after inventory, exhausted and falling asleep on the bed. By the end of the year, his wife's pregnancy still hadn't progressed, and the conflict between his mother and daughter-in-law finally erupted.

When Yang Jun returned home, his wife was sitting on the sofa, sobbing quietly. Yang Jun's mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner, her face grim. Yang Jun's mother immediately launched into a tirade.

"It's been two years, and not a single thing! While I'm still alive and well, I can help you take care of the baby!
"

"Mom, let's talk this out. Why are you making her cry?" Yang Jun pleaded.

"Ha! You think I made her cry? You little rascal, you've forgotten your mother now that you have a wife! And you're blaming me for making her cry!" Yang's mother angrily threw the kitchen knife onto the counter.

"No, no, that's not what I meant, Mom. I meant we should talk this out." Yang Jun pleaded helplessly.

"What's there to talk about? Xiao Qiang from the same village got married and his wife got pregnant in less than a year. You two haven't had a single child in two years, not even an egg!" Yang's mother rambled on in a fit of anger.

"Who are you calling a bastard? Who doesn't lay eggs? How can you talk like that? It's so insulting!" Li Lin sobbed.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Can't I even say anything to you? Honestly, you've gone too far!" Yang's mother jumped up.
"Stop arguing! When will this end?" Yang Jun finally snapped, roaring.

His wife, Li Lin, stood up, glared at Yang Jun resentfully, covered her face, and ran crying into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. Seeing her son's expression, Yang's mother stopped arguing, pouting as she started cooking in the kitchen. The spatula clanged loudly in the wok. Yang Jun sighed heavily, put his hands in his hair, and slumped heavily onto the sofa.

He didn't say a word.

His wife didn't come out for dinner. Yang Jun knocked on the door for a long time, but she didn't open it. Yang's mother was unhappy and called to her son, saying they would eat by themselves and not bother with her. After dinner, his wife still didn't open the door, so Yang Jun had to take out his blanket and sleep on the sofa. Yang's mother saw this, sighed, shook her head, and went to sleep in another guest room.

The next day, after much coaxing and persuasion, Yang Jun took his wife to the county hospital for a checkup. A week later, the results came back. Yang Jun went to pick them up alone, and the moment he saw them, he slumped down on a chair in the corridor, the result label scattering on the floor. His wife's results were normal, but his wife had congenital azoospermia. The words "azoospermia" pierced Yang Jun's nerves. He pleaded with the doctor, asking if there was any cure, if there was any hope. The doctor told him it was congenital infertility; there were no live sperm in her body, and there was nothing that could be done. Yang Jun sat on the chair all afternoon, only dragging his heavy steps home in the evening.

His wife noticed his distress and helped him sit on the sofa, gently asking him how the results were. Yang Jun remained silent. After his wife and mother asked several times, Yang Jun threw the diagnosis results on the coffee table, covered his face with his hands, and collapsed onto the sofa.

Li Lin picked up the results and looked at them anxiously, her face turning deathly pale. Yang's mother, panicked, repeatedly asked her daughter-in-law what the results were. Li Lin hesitated for a moment before uttering,

"↑ It's azoospermia. He can never have children."

"Ah, what?!" Yang's mother snatched the results from her daughter-in-law's hand, looked at them, and after a long pause, her mouth trembling, she took a few steps back, collapsed onto the floor, and wailed, beating her chest and stamping her feet. "

My poor son, my grandson! What are we going to do? The Yang family line is going to end!" Yang's mother cried, tears streaming down her face. Li Lin also hugged her mother-in-law and sobbed.

The next day, Li Lin, with a heartbroken Yang Jun, took a long-distance bus to the provincial hospital, hoping the advanced hospital could make a more accurate diagnosis. Li Lin had the doctor perform an external puncture on Yang Jun, and the doctor said to come back in three days for the results. Three days later, Li Lin came to the provincial capital alone, afraid that Yang Jun would suffer another blow. Upon receiving the results, Li Lin felt dizzy and disoriented; the result was still no viable sperm. Li Lin vaguely sensed an impending storm. When Li Lin

returned home, Yang's mother, seeing the heavy look in her daughter-in-law's eyes, realized the final outcome. The old woman, her face ashen, silently went back to her bedroom, packed her belongings, and returned to the village. Li Lin did not try to stop her.

Yang Jun plopped down on the sofa. He hadn't been to the shop for days, spending his days lying in bed, half-dead.

The next day, Yang Jun was still in bed. Li Lin felt this couldn't go on, so she went to talk to her husband, Yang Jun, who was lying in bed.

"Get up, Jun, what's the point of this ignoring everything? You have to look forward, life goes on.
"

Yang Jun remained silent. "Get up, Jun, husband, what am I supposed to do?"

Li Lin continued to shake Yang Jun.

Suddenly, Yang Jun abruptly sat up in bed, standing on it, and roared.

"What's the point of living? Without children, what's the point of living? What are you going to do? What are you going to do? Do whatever you want, don't bother me!"

"Why are you like this? Let's talk this out. Why are you so angry? You're a grown man, you should think long-term." Li Lin suppressed her grievances and tried to continue persuading Yang Jun.

"Slap..." Without any warning, a slap landed on Li Lin's delicate face.
"Get out of here, look at your mother's cunt, look away, don't bother me." Yang Jun vented all his frustration and anger about his inability to have a child on his innocent wife.

Faced with the sudden slap, Li Lin felt dizzy, never expecting her husband to hit her. Tears streamed down her face. Li Lin had wanted to fight back, but seeing this roaring man, completely out of his mind, Li Lin felt despair. She had thought this man, eight years her senior, would be mature and stable, at least considerate, at least someone with a college education who could guide her. She never imagined he would be so cowardly. Tears streaming down her face, Li Lin packed a few clothes, stormed out, and stood at the doorway, glaring at Yang Jun with hatred. "Yang Jun, we're over. Let's get a divorce.

" She slammed the door shut.

Yang Jun, oblivious to his impending doom, yelled at the closed door, "Get out! Fine, let's get
a divorce! Who's afraid of who?" He then collapsed onto the bed, showing no remorse whatsoever.

Fifth, Yang Jun's regret was futile.

His wife, Li Lin, was truly gone. Two weeks later, Yang Jun finally realized his mistake and frantically tried calling his wife, but the line was always busy. He rushed to the supermarket where his wife worked, but couldn't find her. He asked other employees and learned that she had resigned and left with her wages two weeks prior. Yang Jun considered going to his father-in-law's house to find his wife, but fearing she would tell him he had hit her, he hesitated. After much hesitation, he decided to call his father-in-law first to inquire about the situation.

"Hello, Dad, is Lin'er home?" Yang Jun finally got through to his father-in-law.

"You beast, you dare call again? If Lin'er hadn't stopped me, I would have run over and stomped your hand! Fine, you've grown some guts, you even know how to hit your wife now!" the father-in-law angrily questioned.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Please tell me, is Lin'er there? I want to talk to her."

"She only came back for two days, I don't know where she went. Jun, listen to me, you caused this mess, you deal with it yourself. If I hear you hit my daughter again, I won't let you off. She's not my daughter anymore. Once a daughter is married, she's like water spilled from a cup. Damn it, I don't care about you anymore!" the father-in-law said angrily and hung up the phone.

Yang Jun stood there, his face turning pale and then red. He had long heard of his father-in-law's reputation—lazy and good-for-nothing who had sold his daughter out of demand for a dowry of 50,000 yuan. Yang Jun thought, where is my wife? She's not home, and she quit her job. Yang Jun shook his head helplessly. The Yang family also received the news and rushed over to give Yang Jun a severe scolding. Yang's parents, acting on their own initiative, brought gifts and went to their in-laws' house. They indeed found their daughter-in-law at home. The family promised that such a thing would never happen again and that they would treat her like their own daughter.

After exchanging some polite words, they left. Two months later, Yang Jun returned home from closing time at his shop and found his beloved wife, Li Lin, who had been away for over two months, sitting on the sofa. Overjoyed, Yang Jun closed the door, ran to his wife, knelt down, took her hand, and tried to embrace her.

"Lin'er, you're back. I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong,"

Li Lin said, pushing Yang Jun away and standing up.

"I'm here today to discuss divorce. Don't misunderstand me. If you're still a man, take a look at the divorce agreement I wrote. Sign it." Li Lin said, taking two sheets of paper from her bag.

Some clauses were written on them.

“No, Lin’er, I was really wrong, I’m not human. I shouldn’t have hit you, I, I, you can hit me, please hit me.” Yang Jun knelt down with a thud, dragging Li Lin’s hand to his face. Li Lin shook off her hand, so Yang Jun started slapping himself.

“Don’t do this, be a man, okay? Stand up and read the divorce agreement first.”

Yang Jun stood up, sat on the sofa, and looking at his serious wife, he had no choice but to pick up the agreement and read it. The agreement stated:

The husband and wife agree to divorce due to irreconcilable differences and the husband’s infertility. The wife is willing to give up all property and divorce the husband. The husband only needs to return the property he has earned over the past three years to the wife.

“↑, did you read that clearly? The house, the shop, and your income—I don’t want a single penny. I only want my income back.
I’m still young. If I didn’t have children, I wouldn’t be able to get past your mother. This kind of turbulent life is not what I want. I’ve thought about this for a long time before making this decision. I hope you can be realistic and look at this matter.

Can we handle this peacefully?” Li Lin expressed her thoughts.

“Lin’er, we can not have a child. I’ll go and persuade my mother. I just want to be with you.” Yang Jun refused to give up.

“It’s me who wants a child. Don’t you understand?” Li Lin’s voice rose. “I want to be a mother. I want to have my own child. I want my life to be complete.”

“Then, then, then let’s do IVF…” Yang Jun laid bare his bottom line.

“Don’t make a fuss, Jun. IVF isn’t guaranteed to be successful, and it’s expensive. Besides, you can bear seeing a child that isn’t yours. You can raise it properly. I know you too well, Jun. If you really loved me, just sign the papers, okay?” Li Lin said emotionally.

Yes, his wife was still so young. He couldn’t deprive her of her right to be a mother. And there was no way he could go through with artificial insemination; that was unacceptable to him. His wife’s request was reasonable and justifiable, practically a complete break, asking for nothing. This kind-hearted girl caused Yang Jun unbearable pain. With tears in his eyes and trembling hands, Yang Jun signed the agreement.

“I had no choice. Thank you for your decision. Tonight, you can have me one more time.
” Li Lin held Yang Jun’s head, tears streaming down her face.

“No need. You can go now. I want to be alone.” Yang Jun sat on the sofa, sobbing, his hands behind his head.
“Then, tomorrow, I’ll wait for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau.” Li Lin picked up the agreement, stood at the door, said this to Yang Jun, and left.

The next day, Yang Jun, who hadn’t slept well all night, arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau at noon. It was National Day, and there were many wedding processions. Yang Jun felt a sharp pain in his heart. Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, his young and beautiful wife was already waiting for him, looking around. Yang Jun walked over, and Li Lin saw him and came to greet him. Yang Jun went straight into the Civil Affairs Bureau. Li Lin paused for a moment, then followed him in.

After the formalities were completed, Yang Jun and Li Lin came out. Li Lin said,

"↑, live well, run the shop well, and forget about me."

"What are your plans?" Yang Jun asked.

"Me? Hehe, I'll just take it one day at a time. What plans could I have? If I meet someone good, I'll remarry.
" Li Lin said, bowing her head.

"Then I wish you happiness."

"You too, goodbye, Jun."

"Goodbye."

After the divorce, Yang Jun still ran the shop. More than half a month had passed. Although he hadn't completely forgotten his wife, he had accepted the fact of the divorce. Yang Jun also secretly went to the supermarket to see if Li Lin had gone back to work. He just wanted to see his former wife from afar, but he didn't see her. His two blond-haired classmates were still working at the supermarket. Yang Jun offered them cigarettes in a friendly manner and asked about Li Lin's whereabouts. The two blond-haired boys said they hadn't seen Li Lin in a long time. They even grinned and said that they were also looking for her. On his way back, Yang Jun saw a blind fortune teller with a stall on the roadside. When the old man saw Yang Jun approaching, he started calling out. "Fortune telling! All the difficulties in the world, your future, your marriage—all are in my hands. No charge if I'm wrong!" Yang Jun used to ignore such people, thinking they were just swindlers trying to make money. But now, with his marriage broken and his wife gone, he surprisingly stopped and started talking to the fortune teller.

"Grandpa, come, tell me what my fate holds."

"Oh, young man, do you want your future or your marriage predicted?" The old man opened his half-closed eyes and glanced at Yang Jun.

Ha, he's not blind after all; he knows I'm young. Yang Jun thought to himself, let's see what he can say.
"I'll tell you both. If I'm right, you'll get your money back. If I'm wrong, you won't get a penny."

"Heh heh, young man, in our line of work, we only tell what we predict. Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant. If you don't want to listen, then please leave." The old man was indeed shrewd and experienced.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and calculate it, here's the money."

"Extend your left hand." The old man said, and Yang Jun extended his left hand, handing it to the old man. The old man put on his glasses, took Yang Jun's hand, and examined it for a long time, sometimes shaking his head.

"Hey, old man, did you see anything? What do you think?" Yang Jun teased, looking at the old man's pretentious expression. "Young man, you're in bad luck with love, your marriage is in trouble, and you have no children, no descendants to see you off in your old age, you'll be alone for the rest of your life." The old man said these words calmly .

Yang Jun's heart skipped a beat, but he composed himself. "Pah, what nonsense! What about your career?"

"My career is stable, not super rich, but I'm well-off." The old man continued.
"Well, you just say that to everyone, don't you? It's nothing special, everyone's well-off." Yang Jun retorted.
"You'll know how accurate this is when you're old. Besides, you're thirty, and your grades are still mediocre. Do you think you'll achieve much in the future?" The old man stared at Yang Jun, speaking with a swaying gait. Wow

, he's got some skill. Yang Jun couldn't help but become interested; the old man had actually calculated his age.
"Then tell me, what does 'offending Tai Sui' and 'bad luck in love' mean?" Yang Jun asked.

"It means you committed sins in your past life, and you're being punished in this life. The wives you marry will eventually run off with other men. "
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