Zhou Guangsheng hadn’t expected Bai Jing to remember even such a trivial matter as if she had bestowed a great favor on his family; it seemed Bai Jing really looked down on him from the bottom of her heart. So Zhou Guangsheng didn’t want her to feel that he owed her family any favors, he proposed marriage, and his second and third brothers could always find new jobs. "Do you want a divorce?" Bai Jing was somewhat surprised when Zhou Guangsheng actually brought up divorce. She thought someone like Zhou Guangsheng would never mention divorce. One reason was what she had just said, Zhou Guangsheng’s family depended on her for their livelihood. Furthermore, Zhou Guangsheng was a military man, and divorce wasn’t a simple matter. For Zhou Guangsheng, as things had escalated to this extent and with the anger he felt inside earlier, he would have wished he could strangle Bai Jing with his own hands, but he was never an impulsive man. Besides, as a military man, he had to maintain discipline; he couldn’t engage in illegal acts. Since life couldn’t go on , then it was better to end it. Zhou Guangsheng nodded resolutely, "Yes, there’s no point in continuing ." "If you want a divorce, then do it, I don’t care," Bai Jing saw Zhou Guangsheng’s firm tone, and she seemed to have lost her previous arrogance. She glanced at Zhou Guangsheng, bent over to pick up her bag that she had thrown on the ground earlier, and prepared to leave, "If you really want to divorce, you go file a report at your military unit, and then come find me at my parents’ home." Zhou Guangsheng wanted to solve this matter as soon as possible and stopped her, "No need, I’ll go and report now, and we can divorce immediately." "I don’t have so much time to wait for you." After saying this, Bai Jing slammed the door and left, leaving Zhou Guangsheng sitting alone in the living room. He sat for over half an hour and thought back through the years of their marriage. His heart felt cold. It turned out that all these years, it had always been him accommodating, tolerating, and managing; this marriage was never equal, no wonder Bai Jing looked down on him. Perhaps as others said, in this marriage, he had positioned himself too low, resulting in a complete loss of his dignity, and he was tired too. With a long sigh, Zhou Guangsheng went inside to change into his military uniform and headed to his commanding officer’s office. At the hospital, Fang Pingying had been accompanying Juzi for most of the day, and seeing that Juzi’s mood wasn’t too bad, she felt relieved. She agreed to bring Juzi food again tomorrow, then left with Luo Zhiyong. On their way back, Fang Pingying asked Luo Zhiyong, "How is Huang Lin doing? Is his mood getting any better?" "You know Huang Lin, how happy he was when he first found out he was having a child, he must be disappointed," Luo Zhiyong said with some worry, "Also, most importantly, we don’t know how to explain it to his mother; if his mother finds out her grandson is gone, she will probably cause a scene here." Thinking of that scenario, Fang Pingying heaved a deep sigh, guessing it would be another drama. But she really couldn’t solve this issue, so she told Luo Zhiyong, "Try to persuade him, and after returning to the military unit, talk to him. If his mother really makes a scene, just tell her the truth. It’s better she blames me than Juzi, after all, I’m an outsider and can avoid it somewhat." As they approached the bus station, Fang Pingying saw that it was almost lunchtime, so she said to Luo Zhiyong, "It looks like there’s nothing else here. I’ll ask Sister-in-law Qiulin to accompany me to the hospital tomorrow, and you can go back to the military unit after lunch. Huang Lin will probably need to take a few days off; your unit can’t be short of people." "Yeah, I’ll head back later," Luo Zhiyong hesitated for a moment and expressed his concern, "But I think you shouldn’t go to the hospital these few days. You know about Bai Jing, I’m afraid she might..." "I’ll be cautious," Fang Pingying nodded and reassured him, "But it should be fine. With everything that’s happened to Bai Jing, there will inevitably be some idle gossip at the hospital. She might not even go to work anymore." "Better for her not to go," Luo Zhiyong said, frowning as he thought of Bai Jing’s actions, "Anyway, whenever you see her, just take a detour. I think she’s somewhat abnormal." "I think so too." Fang Pingying had always felt that Bai Jing was not normal; be it in her actions or her words, she was quite different from others. A normal woman, if truly a military wife spending her days in the barracks, wouldn’t entertain the thought of coveting someone else’s husband. Because of the Juzi incident, some people at the hospital knew about it, and it was bound to spread. The hospital, worried about its reputation, had given Bai Jing a leave. Bai Jing and Zhou Guangsheng were getting a divorce and she hadn’t returned to the compound, disappearing for a while from their circle. Busy with launching the hand warmer in cooperation with Zeng Weiguo, Fang Pingying didn’t have much time to concern herself with these issues. Zeng Weiguo had brought in a technician from a big city in the South to design those small heating plates, and the hand warmer was officially launched in the market before the New Year. Actually, the cost of producing hand warmers was not high; including the materials, it was around one yuan, but sold for over four yuan each in Zeng Weiguo’s store. Initially, Fang Pingying was worried that the pricing was too high and that it wouldn’t sell, but surprisingly, people didn’t find it expensive. Some, attracted by the pleasing designs, would buy several at once. Of course, there were people who thought it was expensive. They believed using a glass bottle filled with warm water served the same purpose, and several dollars at that time could buy many things. Fang Pingying realized then that whether something is expensive or not is subjective. Different groups of people have different consumption views. Those who like to spend, will buy regardless of the price. Those who don’t, will find even the cheapest items expensive. The hand warmer sold well, and at the end of the first month after settling accounts, aside from paying for the technology and materials, both Fang Pingying and Juzi each took home over a thousand yuan. This time, since Zeng Weiguo did not invest any capital but only took fees for shelving the product in his store, he still profited, as the hand warmer also attracted more business to his other products. So, it can be said that inventing the hand warmer turned out to be a joyous affair for everyone. Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, the New Year was approaching. On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, during the celebration of Small New Year, Fang Pingying planned to return to Luojia Village on the 26th to celebrate the New Year. They would close the shop after Small New Year and had one day left to sort things out. Thus, on the evening of Small New Year, Fang Pingying invited Hong Lan and Qiulin to her house for dumplings. As Luo Zhiyong was busy with work in the military and couldn’t make it for Small New Year, the three women handled the festivities on their own. Tomorrow, with the shop closed and nothing else to attend to, they prepared a variety of fillings and dough. Fang Pingying even specifically made some vegetable juice to prepare colorful dumplings, which were stunningly beautiful and earned plenty of compliments from Luo Honglan and Qiulin. Qiulin laughed, saying she had never met someone as smart as Fang Pingying; nothing seemed too difficult for her, and despite her comfortable life, she still chose to toil and managed everything personally. Fang Pingying just smiled and remained silent, thinking to herself that if anyone had to live life all over again, they would surely learn to cherish many things and be content with much. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to vote and recommend on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)