Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Don’t Sell to Him frёewebnoѵēl.com 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.

With such a breakfast, there’s one word to describe it—delicious!

From time to time, they would sigh in appreciation, praising how great the social system is.

Now that they can enjoy the good life with white flour food every day, they have to thank the leaders for their generosity.

Zhang Wenbin hunched his shoulders as he walked on the street, observing the people around him of all shapes and colors.

These days he had indeed been looking for a job. Zhang Wenbin believed he had made some friends at his previous workplace and hoped to leverage these connections to secure a job. Reality, however, had slapped him hard in the face.

Not only had those people evaded him with words, but there were also two who sported a superior demeanor, nothing like how they were when they sought his help.

This made Zhang Wenbin experience the chilly nature of the world firsthand.

There were also those who suggested he seize the chances now that the market was open. With small businesses popping up like bamboo shoots after rain, why not start his own trade? He could be his own boss and wouldn’t have to kowtow to others.

But Zhang Wenbin could not swallow his pride–after all, he used to be an office worker. To go out and hustle for business in the public eye was unthinkable to him, he’d rather die.

Besides, away from an institutional environment, he didn’t know what else he could do.

"Sir, here are the buns you ordered, please take care."

The friendly voice pulled Zhang Wenbin back to reality, and he saw a queue forming in front of the bun shop.

A young girl in her twenties was selling buns, with dimples on her cheeks when she smiled.

Zhang Wenbin pursed his lips; he enjoyed receiving such service, but to become one of these people...

Humph, impossible.

The server was deft in her movements and quickly reached him.

"What filling would you like? We have pork with green onion, chive with egg, cabbage with vermicelli fillings, and the prices are listed on the board."

Zhang Wenbin glanced at the menu board that was hanging behind the server, clear with the offered items and their prices.

"Give me 10 pork with green onion buns."

Li Wenhong wanted to eat meat-filled buns, and his parents hadn’t tasted meat for a long time. Today could be a day for living it up a bit.

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The waitress quickly took the buns from the steamer, and then a voice came through, "Xiao Zhang, don’t do business with this guy. We won’t sell our meat buns to him."

Xiao Zhang uttered an "Ah," then quickly understood, "Got it, next please, what filling would you like?"

The serving window was small, and Zhang Wenbin couldn’t see who had come but felt the voice sounded familiar.

In his moment of distraction, an elderly man behind him nudged him, "If you’re not buying, then move aside. You’re in the way."

Zhang Wenbin staggered from the push and, regaining his composure, felt disgraced. He returned to the window to demand, "Why won’t you sell me buns?"

It was one thing for others to look down on him, but even a bun seller was being snobbish?

"Because you are Zhang Wenbin and I don’t like your face."

The voice came again, and Zhang Wenbin could finally see who was speaking. He widened his eyes in shock, "Zhang Guilan?"

It was Qin Han’s wife.