Zhong Jiawei was not moved by his concern in any way. She just looked at him coldly and said, "Is it necessary? What do you want to do? Do you want money?"
With that said, she opened her small bag and threw the old lady's wallet inside directly to Jiang Zhihao: "I'll give it all to you!"
Jiang Zhihao subconsciously caught the wallet and looked at his wife's indifferent expression. He knew that no matter what he did at this moment, he would be misunderstood by Zhong Jiawei's preconceived notions.
Putting his wallet on the table next to him, Jiang Zhihao turned and walked into the kitchen.
If words can't impress a person, then you can only prove it with actions.
Lingling rolled up a piece of roast duck and happily ran over and handed it to Zhong Jiawei: "Mom, you eat first!"
The roast duck was rolled a little irregularly, but it was obvious that the little girl had tried her best.
Her well-behaved look made Zhong Jiawei's eyes red, but she didn't want to cry today.
If there is only one day left in her life, then she hopes to leave the best day in her daughter's life. Even if the so-called best is just ordinary in other people's homes.
After Zhong Jiawei took the roast duck, Lingling ran back to the table and rolled it up while saying: "I want to roll one for dad too. Dad doesn't like onions and likes meat as much as Lingling."
Seeing her daughter's serious look, Zhong Jiawei was a little lost in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhihao came out with porridge. Seeing her sitting on the sofa in a daze, he said, "Come and drink porridge. I put some sugar in it for you."
Zhong Jiawei looked up at him. The more considerate her husband showed, the more disgusted she became. Because every time he was considerate, it meant that he had an agenda.
Either he wants to get money, he sells his things at home, or he owes a lot of gambling debts.
"No matter what you want to do, just do it, I won't stop you." Zhong Jiawei said.
Jiang Zhihao looked at her, then suddenly walked to the cabinet, opened his wallet, and took out one hundred yuan from it.
Looking at his things, Zhong Jiawei felt powerless all over. Sure enough, it was all about money.
Jiang Zhihao raised the hundred-yuan note in his hand and said, "What I want to do is very simple. Use this one hundred yuan to earn one million within one hundred days!"
Zhong Jiawei showed a sarcastic expression. She said nothing and just wanted to watch her husband's performance quietly.
However, what happened next left her stunned.
Jiang Zhihao put the one hundred yuan into his pocket, then turned and walked into the kitchen and took out the gasoline can.
When she saw the gasoline barrel, Zhong Jiawei was very panicked. After all, what she was going to do was not a good thing.
Carry the gasoline can into the bathroom, open the lid, pour it into the toilet, and then flush it with water several times.
When he came back, Jiang Zhihao walked up to Zhong Jiawei.
Zhong Jiawei felt a little guilty. She glared at Jiang Zhihao and tried to cover up something with a stern tone: "What do you want to do!"
With a "pop" sound, Jiang Zhihao knelt down on his knees while Zhong Jiawei looked at him in shock.
He kowtowed to Zhong Jiawei and said: "I can't imagine the pain you have suffered, but I know it must be very painful. I am very glad that I have the opportunity to say sorry to you in person. I also hope that from today on,
We can give each other a chance. I'm not joking or performing. I just want to say that I let you down in the past. I don't want to say that I have changed, but I will let you see this change as soon as possible.
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Zhong Jiawei was not happy because of these words, because she had heard it too many times and been disappointed too many times.
The only thing that surprised her was that Jiang Zhihao knelt down and kowtowed.
For a man who was once beaten to a bloody head due to gambling debts, but was unwilling to call him grandpa, kneeling down to a woman was also a very undignified thing. Jiang Zhihao was able to do this, which surprised Zhong Jiawei.
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As for the barrel of gasoline, Zhong Jiawei didn't find it strange that Jiang Zhihao found it. Because she placed it in the corner of the kitchen, she could see and smell it as long as she entered.
This was a chance for her in life. If Jiang Zhihao could find out, she would not commit suicide by setting fire to it. If not, it can only be said to be God's will.
At this time, Jiang Zhihao said again: "Don't worry about the company's punishment. I will help you pay this money."
Zhong Jiawei was stunned for a moment. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Zhihao, feeling very surprised.
Logically speaking, Jiang Zhihao shouldn't know about her company's affairs. He has never cared about her since they got married.
But now Jiang Zhihao has been reborn in his second life and knows that Zhong Jiawei wants to commit suicide today. In addition to his unhappy marriage, he was also fined 10,000 yuan by the company because of mistakes at work.
Her monthly salary is only a little over 5,000 yuan, and 10,000 yuan is equivalent to two months of work in vain.
It was this punishment decision that made Zhong Jiawei impulsively set fire to commit suicide.
Although she was surprised, Zhong Jiawei did not ask Jiang Zhihao how he knew it. As for helping her bear the fine, Zhong Jiawei only smiled coldly and said: "In addition to the hundred yuan I gave you, you can still spare an extra penny.
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"You can't take it out now, but at most three days will be enough. Before that, you just need to admit your mistake to the company and don't do anything else. I'll pay the fine, and the company will naturally help you with the rest." Jiang Zhihao said.
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Zhong Jiawei sneered again and ignored him. In her eyes, whatever Jiang Zhihao said was just bragging.
Smelling the faint smell of gasoline coming from the bathroom, Zhong Jiawei suddenly felt a little lucky.
If Jiang Zhihao had not gone to the kitchen today, would she really commit suicide? Even her daughter Lingling would not be spared. She would never leave her daughter behind with such an unreliable father.
This night was destined to be difficult for both Zhong Jiawei and Jiang Zhihao to sleep.
When she woke up the next day, the first thing Zhong Jiawei saw when she came out of the bedroom was milk, toast, and fried eggs on the dining table.
The aroma that penetrated her nose made her feel like she was in a dream.
Jiang Zhihao put the chopsticks in place and saw that she had already gotten up, so he said: "Go and wash up first, and then you can eat. I will take Lingling to the kindergarten today."
Hearing these words, Zhong Jiawei felt extremely disgusted. Why would she say something that she couldn't do?
"Let's get a divorce." Zhong Jiawei said.
She thought for a long time last night that this kind of marriage was not what she wanted. It would not be of any benefit to herself or her children, so she might as well get divorced as soon as possible.
Hearing Zhong Jiawei's words, Jiang Zhihao was not too surprised.
Zhong Jiawei can bear to mention it until today, which is considered very patient.
Jiang Zhihao didn't mean to blame anyone, he just said: "If I can't fulfill my promise within a hundred days, and you want to leave at that time, I won't stop you."
Zhong Jiawei immediately remembered what he said yesterday about making one million in one hundred days: "Isn't it fun to delay?"