Song Yunyun worked as a full-time wife for seven years, only to get a "surprise" when her husband cheated on the company's finances.
Huh, man?
No more.
She used her beautiful divorce battle to tear up the scumbag, divide her property, and gain custody rights - she told everyone that a stay-at-home wife is not a soft persimmon.
I thought that the rest of my life would be about pursuing a career, raising children, and dying alone. It turned out that the new little designer in the company, who was nine years younger than her, looked at her more and more strangely.
"I like you."
"I'm divorced and have two kids."
"I know."
"I'm nine years older than you."
"I know."
"What are you planning?"
He smiled: "I want you to chirp while eating, I want you to work overtime until early in the morning and still insist on delivering goods, I want you to be Song Yunyun."
Later, her ex-husband was imprisoned, the company went public, and at the end of the year, my younger brother became the "new father" of his children.
Someone asked her: How did you counterattack in life?
She thought for a while: It probably started from the day she stopped being Mrs. Zhao.
