When Bingwen’s experiment still showed no progress or results, Song Qing had already relied on her beauty, diploma, and her unintentional flaunting to become an internet celebrity, earning several times more than him.

However, her expenses were also high. To maintain her image as a wealthy person, her income was basically spent on luxury goods, and Fang Xu still had no money to hire a better piano teacher.

But since the change in income, Song Qing became more impatient with Bingwen.

At first, she was sure that Bingwen would achieve success, so she was always gentle. Even if she didn’t want to do anything, she would coquettishly ask softly.

However, the time shown in the dream for success had long passed. She gradually stopped believing in the dream, so she began to have some disdain towards Bingwen.

She unabashedly did nothing and spent Bingwen’s money, because Bingwen had said so much back then that she genuinely felt from the bottom of her heart that Bingwen had let her down.

Now that she herself had a considerable income, she looked down even more on Bingwen, just like before she was about to cheat, thinking Bingwen was the one holding her back.

"Are we eating this again today?" She impatiently picked at her bowl, "Didn’t I tell you I want to eat hairy crabs?"

"We just ate it yesterday," Bingwen said in a low voice.

"But the crabs you bought yesterday were not good quality, and there wasn’t much roe."

Bingwen put down his chopsticks and looked at her seriously: "Xiaoqing, I don’t earn much. You took a lot to buy cosmetics a few days ago, and Xiao Xu needs to go to piano classes, I have to save money."

Song Qing’s face looked displeased, muttering: "You say you want to treat me well, but I can’t even eat something good. I’m not eating, I have no appetite."

Watching her throw the chopsticks and leave, Bingwen carefully looked at his son Fang Xu, afraid he would have any psychological shadows, and he started to guide him: "Xiao Xu, your mom is just under a lot of pressure lately, don’t take it to heart."

"Dad, is mom going to leave us again?" Xiao Xu suddenly said.

Bingwen was shocked, nearly unable to hold the chopsticks, his knuckles white with tension, showing his endurance: "Why would you think that?"

Fang Xu buried his head and mumbled: "That’s how they act on TV."

Bingwen had no choice but to gently stroke his head to comfort him: "Quick, eat, don’t overthink."

"Dad, I’m okay. I will study hard."

Bingwen looked at his son, still somewhat unresponsive to his son’s sudden transition from playful to mature. What image does Song Qing have in his son’s heart now?

"Are you going out again?" This was already the third time this week. Bingwen couldn’t bear it any longer, his face darkened.

But Song Qing didn’t care at all or take it into account. She brushed her hair, continued changing shoes: "Yeah, don’t leave the light on for me."

"Again with that male fan? What exactly is your relationship?"

"Why are you questioning in this tone?" Song Qing frowned, "So what if I am? Do I not have the right to make friends?"

"Xiaoqing, you’re Xiao Xu’s mom, Xiao Xu thinks that way too. You staying out late often, how should he feel?" Bingwen said wearily.

Song Qing replied coldly: "As a mom, do I have to abandon basic living? He’s grown up, he should understand."

"But in his heart, we are husband and wife now, your behavior..." Bingwen couldn’t finish his sentence.

"What’s wrong with my behavior? I see nothing inappropriate."

"But you promised me to remarry, you repeatedly date others, where does that leave me?" He took a deep breath, deeply feeling powerless.

At the same time, he remembered Ye Qiu. Back then, they hadn’t divorced yet, but he was also visiting Song Qing at night like this. Was she also suffering just as he is now?

No, perhaps it was even harder for her, after all, he and Song Qing aren’t remarried now, but they were genuinely married at that time, and her love for him was far deeper than his feelings for Song Qing.

Is this karma? The slap in the face comes so quickly!

He should have known long ago, Song Qing only came back to him because she had nowhere else to go, she stayed with him so long because she thought he would succeed.

Now, seeing himself moving further from her expectations, she was impatient to find the next person, wasn’t it exactly like when she divorced him?

Song Qing had long changed, becoming vulgar and snobbish, no longer the person he deeply loved. Both he and his son were obstacles in her path upward.

"Remarry? What ability do you have to support me?" Song Qing sneered, not taking into account her past image at all, "Do you still want me to suffer with you? How selfish can you be?"

"Then find a time to move out!" Bingwen finally voiced these words.

But Song Qing was angered, not by moving out, but by Bingwen initiating it. What, he felt she betrayed him? He didn’t consider what qualifications he had now to look down on her.

"You don’t have to say, I will move out anyway. Bingwen, you are as disappointing as ever. You were the top of the class back then, but now most of your classmates are better off than you. How do you expect me to stay and live with you?" Having torn the facade, Song Qing was completely unceremonious, with a very mocking expression.

Bingwen held back again: "Xiao Xu is still sleeping, watch it."

"Rest assured, I will take on part of Xiao Xu’s child support after I leave. You should also not badmouth me in front of Xiao Xu. I will collect my luggage tomorrow."

After Song Qing left, Bingwen took several deep breaths, but when he looked up, he saw the lonely figure of Xiao Xu.

He was startled: "Xiao Xu, why aren’t you asleep?"

"Couldn’t sleep." Fang Xu’s voice was heavy.

Bingwen opened his mouth, finally heaved a heavy sigh: "Did you hear the conversation between your mom and me just now?"

"Yes." He gently nodded.

Bingwen went over to embrace him: "Don’t blame your mom, it’s just that your dad can’t provide her a better life."

"Dad." Fang Xu broke free from his embrace, his eyes sincere. "I was wrong."

"What?"

"I was wrong, I shouldn’t have slandered Aunt Ye, I should never have lied or vented my anger on her."

Bingwen’s voice was hoarse: "Xiao Xu..."

"Dad, can you bring Aunt Ye back? I would call her mom." Fang Xu said very sincerely.

Bingwen smiled bitterly: "Probably impossible now..."

"Then I’ll go apologize to her."

Bingwen shook his head with a helpless smile: "No need, we aren’t in a position to ask her back."