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After nine years of marriage, everything I do at home is quantified by my husband using KPIs. He said that living expenses have to be earned by oneself. Every month, I have to wash clothes at least 30 times, mop the floor 60 times, and clean the windows 100 times... In order to earn 800 yuan in living expenses. The night my child's fever reached 39 degrees Celsius, I called my husband Gu Yan. His tone was cold: "What a big deal, can't you handle it well?" "This month's household expenses have exceeded nearly 100 yuan, and your KPI is not up to standard. Next month's living expenses will be halved!" On the other end of the phone, assistant Liu Li's voice was so sweet: "Thank you, Mr. Gu, for giving me the new coat. It costs more than 20,000 yuan, right? The boss is so generous!" I leaned closer! He put on the old down jacket that had been worn for five years and kept losing lint, and interrupted them: "Gu Yan, there is still 200 yuan left to buy medicine for the child. I don't have enough money in the card." He lost patience: "Have you had enough trouble? If you can't survive, get out! What does it look like to be lazy and lazy all day long?" That night, I looked at the assessment form that had been posted on the wall for many years and signed the last column. When he came home, I pushed the paper over. "Signed," I said, "It's not a KPI this time." He lowered his head and looked at the four big words "Divorce Agreement" on the top of the white paper, with a smile frozen on his face.

Five years ago, Yun Shuhe happily married his sweetheart. Five years later, she was rejected by her husband's family because she had nothing to do. She thought the relationship between her and Cheng Beixiao broke down because of the child, so she sought remedies from various places. Finally, she got her wish and got pregnant, but a car accident killed her twice. After her death, she found out that her husband had found someone else behind her back. When she gave up and came back to take revenge, Cheng Beixiao regretted it.