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Make—— disorder. My name is Lin Qian, I am 28 years old. I like words, I am used to being loved, and I am passionate about freedom. A year ago, I got divorced. I started a so-called new life with a two-year-old son, a divorce settlement of 300,000 yuan, and a monthly child support payment of 3,000 yuan from his father. I bought a 90-square-meter cabin and am currently unemployed and making some extra money by coding at home. Shi Xun, three years ago, relying on his soft inner ambition and his determination to fight for success, he made a fortune and paid for her to set up a dance training base. How do you say that, flowers stuck in cow dung, that's right, that's what happened. The man often hit her, so at first I would rush up and slap the man a few times, but then I got divorced and no longer had the energy to take care of her. She often came to my house and hugged me while crying. You said, "If, if, if that bastard comes to me, I won't have to live this life that is worse than death." I said, "Xunzi, you are a fucking bastard. Qin Guang doesn't want you anymore, so you just become a village wife like this?!!" Then she stopped talking, hugged my little Erqian, and stopped crying. She knew that I was right, and then went to cook for me without disturbing me while I coded. Yu Chi has been in a drug rehab center for two months. I went to see him. He was so thin and addicted to cigarettes. I honestly couldn't bear to see him. Every time, I felt heartbroken. Zhou Yi is getting remarried next week, and the new Mrs. Zhou is Ren Ting, my most trusted assistant. I dare not, let alone believe it, that the betrayal is so obvious. I can only say that I spent ten years in exchange for a divorce compensation of 300,000 yuan and custody of a little girl of 2,000 yuan. Whenever it is quiet at night, I will think about me and us back then.