My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

Everyone’s gaze shifted toward the doorway.

“Huanhuan, over here.” A pretty little girl stood up near Huo Jingshen’s seat.

Shi Huan nodded apologetically at others and hurried into the classroom.

As she got near, she looked up and saw Huo Jingshen sitting there.

Even though she was wearing thick-rimmed glasses and her black hair mostly covered her face, Su Wanwan still noticed her momentarily stunned expression.

Once Shi Huan took a seat next to the little girl, Su Wanwan asked, “Do you know her?”

After his deep, dark eyes lingered on the two contrasting faces for a moment, Huo Jingshen withdrew his gaze, his tone usual, “Yes, she’s Xiuhuang’s secretary.”

Chu Xiuhuang’s secretary?

Unable to stop herself, Su Wanwan took a closer look.

She was wearing large black-rimmed glasses, her shoulder-length hair was unstyled, and her face was mostly obscured by her glasses and hair, revealing only her fair forehead and a small part of her face.

She was dressed in a simple black suit that didn’t reveal any of her figure.

She seemed to be in her early twenties and must be quite pretty, so why did she dress herself like this?

She had always thought that secretaries were all pretty with long, beautiful legs and dressed in various seductive uniforms – especially when the boss was Chu Xiuhuang, who was always surrounded by different girls whenever she saw him…

Perhaps because Su Wanwan had been watching her, Shi Huan finally noticed and looked back at her.

Quickly, Su Wanwan smiled at her.

Looking a bit perplexed, Shi Huan nodded slightly, then quickly looked away.

“Huanhuan.” The soft, mellow sound of the little girl’s voice floated up, “Why are you late again?”

“Sorry Luoluo, my car was restricted today, so I had to take a taxi. I’ll take you to Pizza Hut later, okay?”

“Alright, then I forgive you.” The little girl spoke, then smiled sweetly.

She was dressed in the school’s uniform and had hair about as long as Shi Huan’s. Her porcelain-white face featured a pair of beautiful, big black eyes. When she smiled, adorable dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Watching her, Su Wanwan couldn’t help but lean over to Fu Ziyang, “Ziyang, this little girl in your class is so cute, is she your desk mate?”

Fu Ziyang, with his little chubby face, responded, “Aunt Wanwan, she’s not my desk mate.”

“So, who is your desk mate? You sit next to each other, I thought you were desk mates.”

Fu Ziyang extended a little finger and pointed to his left.

Su Wanwan looked over.

Uh, it seemed to be the chubby little girl she had run into at the school gate last time, the one with two pigtails and a lollipop in her mouth.

She said with a laugh, “This one’s cute too.”

Fu Ziyang nodded his little head nonchalantly, “She’s just a bit fat.”

Su Wanwan:

Sweetheart, do you have to be so blunt?

To say she’s fat to her face!

He’s a true straight shooter.

Because they sat so close to each other, and because the chubby girl kept looking back in their direction, she heard that remark. Instantly, she sulked, her chubby head buried into her mother’s lap, “Mom, Fu Ziyang said I’m fat Wuu Wuu Wuu!”

She actually started crying!

Frightened, Su Wanwan quickly tried to soothe her, “Don’t cry, little sister. Ziyang meant to say you are cute! Ziyang, quickly comfort your sister.”

Fu Ziyang, face emotionless, replied: “She’s older than me.”

Su Wanwan:

“Wuu Wuu Wuu!” The chubby girl suddenly cried even louder, “Mom, I don’t like Fu Ziyang anymore Wuu Wuu Wuu!” The chubby girl’s mother, dripping in extravagant jewelry and a bit chubby herself, looked at her sternly, “Mrs. Ziyang, every time we get home after school, Xiaoyuan always talks about how smart, pretty, and studious your Ziyang is, so why is he being so impolite now? Mrs. Ziyang, this is…”

“I’m sorry,” Su Wanwan interrupted awkwardly, “I’m not his mother…”

“What?” The woman was surprised, her eyes quickly darting to Huo Jingshen.

In her eyes, Huo Jingshen and Fu Ziyang looked so alike, naturally, she assumed they were father and son.

But this young and beautiful girl was not Fu Ziyang’s mother? Then that meant…

Stepmother!

The woman’s originally angry face suddenly changed to one of disgust. She looked at Fu Ziyang again, now with sympathy.

Then she leaned down and whispered into her daughter’s ear, “Xiaoyuan, do you know? This sister is not Fu Ziyang’s mother. She should be his stepmother, so you shouldn’t be angry with him. Isn’t he poor?”

The chubby girl sniffed and turned her head to look at Fu Ziyang.

She had seen TV dramas before where stepmothers would bully children.

No wonder Fu Ziyang was always so quiet and cold towards her. He really was pitiful…

“Okay, everyone quiet down.” The teacher’s voice rang out again.

The classroom returned to its quiet state.

After the lengthy speech, the teacher handed out a form. Each student had to select two interest classes as minor courses throughout their primary school career.

Looking at the form, Su Wanwan found it bewildering – there were piano, violin, painting, Go, calligraphy…among others.

In the end, Fu Ziyang chose violin and taekwondo.

The little guy was very decisive and didn’t need any intervention from the two adults. Su Wanwan didn’t even know why she came; she just ended up sitting an entire parent meeting for an hour.

Most of the other kids were accompanied by their mothers, or grandparents. Only she and Huo Jingshen were a pair.

Especially since Huo Jingshen was dressed in a suit, he was definitely the most eye-catching in the entire classroom.

Her phone suddenly rang, and Su Wanwan took a glance at it before standing up, “I need to take a call outside.”

“Who’s calling?” Huo Jingshen asked.

“A certain uncle..”