Ye Lingling, a wealthy businesswoman, leaves her husband and daughter at home just two months after giving birth and rushes back to the office to fight for her shares.
He Ting is gentle and considerate, doing the laundry, cooking, and taking care of their child. Whatever she says goes.
That is, until her ex-boyfriend Gu Jingming returns from abroad and whispers in her ear, “He’s a househusband who looks after a kid. How could he possibly be good enough for you?”
When Ye Lingling returns from a business dinner that night, their daughter has just recovered from a fever. He Ting is holding her on the sofa, his hair a mess and his sweatshirt stained with milk.
Tipsy, Ye Lingling frowns and says, “He Ting, let’s get divorced. I’m sick of you.”
“Okay,” he says.
His voice is soft, with not a trace of anger, not even the slightest change in tone.
The next morning, there’s no breakfast on the table.
Ye Lingling wakes up with a hangover and sees that the spare bedroom door is open and half the clothes are gone from the closet. Beside the crib is a note in He Ting’s handwriting:
“I’ve set aside the medicine the baby needs today. It’s on the second shelf of the fridge. Mix one scoop of formula with 30 ml of water, and make sure the water isn’t hotter than 45 degrees. I’ve spoken to a lawyer. I don’t want anything, but you have to let me take one thing with me, ”
“Custody of our daughter.”
Holding the note, Ye Lingling feels something burst inside her head.
