Seven Years of Lies, I Ruined His Life - Chapter 36

Guan Qin’s Epilogue

I was six months pregnant when I saw the chat history between Jiang Yongliang and Yu Qing.

Jiang Yongliang wrote that Yu Qing was the unrequited love of his youth, his first heartbeat, and the regret of a lifetime.

After that day, I stopped drinking milk tea.

Later, I couldn’t control the impulse to check Jiang Yongliang’s phone.

They didn’t chat frequently.

Not until Yu Qing suggested that she wanted to meet Jiang Yongliang.

And Jiang Yongliang agreed.

After discovering Jiang Yongliang and Yu Qing’s affair, I frantically sought help.

I wanted a divorce.

But the moment I brought up the idea, my parents scolded me.

They didn’t comfort me, they didn’t feel sorry for me. Instead, they blamed me for not being able to keep a man in line.

Then they told me I had to give birth to the child.

A child was the only way to fight for a share of the assets.

I had forgotten.

The reason they had been nice to me these past few years was because Jiang Yongliang’s business was getting bigger and bigger.

They had never loved me. I was just a source of pride for them to show off to relatives and neighbors.

After the child was born, I fell into a depression.

Jiang Yongliang was right.

I was depressed for seven whole years.

My body started to gain weight because of the medication.

I began to struggle between “receiving love for myself” and “ensuring my son received love.”

I chose my son.

I tried my best to be a good mother in front of him.

But countless emotional relapses made my condition more and more unstable. I could only vent my dissatisfaction with Jiang Yongliang by threatening divorce.

Maybe if I made a fuss about divorce, he would be more restrained.

The year my son was about to start elementary school, I planned to get a job to distract myself.

I passed by a wonton shop.

The aroma was so inviting that I walked in without realizing it.

To my surprise, the owner of the wonton shop was an elderly auntie.

She cooked me a bowl of very fragrant wontons.

After that, I came almost every day.

Over time, we became familiar.

She noticed my poor state of mind and, unexpectedly, started teaching me how to season wonton fillings and wrap wontons.

It might have been my imagination, but I felt like she was treating me like her own daughter.

The auntie said she had divorced a long time ago.

In her era, divorce was a huge deal.

Because everyone pointed fingers at her, she left her hometown and came here to open a wonton shop.

She said, “You don’t live for others; you live for yourself.”

The day I got my divorce certificate, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

I took the certificate and went to see the auntie.

She pulled me into her arms.

In that moment, it felt like I had truly, genuinely felt love.