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You helped him have a baby, what do you regret about the divorce? Chapter 118


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He knew that this was Su Xinyue giving him an out, and also a declaration of her “victory” this time. He was happy to cooperate.

“Xinyue, thank you, I almost felt like I was going to lose you,” he replied sincerely, his voice filled with the relief of a narrow escape.

Su Xinyue looked at the message, let out a soft hmph, and her fingers moved again: “Hehe, then you have to treat me better in the future, or I’ll ignore you.”

“Don’t worry, I definitely won’t be like that again,” Zhao Ziyu immediately promised, his tone earnest. “Mainly, I’ve been stressed lately with no work income, so I was irritable and spoke a bit harshly.”

He attributed the responsibility to external factors, finding a reasonable excuse for himself. Su Xinyue was well aware of this, but she went along with his words. What she wanted was his “understanding.”

“I understand, it’s very annoying when you’re under a lot of pressure, and your temper can get really bad. I’m like that sometimes too,” Su Xinyue typed, her tone exceptionally understanding.

“I’ll transfer fifty thousand yuan to you first, you can use it. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself, take your time finding a job.”

When this message was sent, Zhao Ziyu’s smile froze on his face, then bloomed into an even brighter radiance. He hadn’t expected Su Xinyue to be so generous, even offering money proactively. He knew she had money, but this was the first time she had given it to him voluntarily.

“Thank you, Xinyue, you’re so good, you understand me,” he quickly typed, his voice full of gratitude, not forgetting to pretentiously add, “Then this money counts as a loan from you, I’ll find a way to pay you back later.”

“I don’t need it urgently, we can talk about it when you have money,” she replied, casually glossing over his word “loan.”

“Thank you, Xinyue, you’re so good to me,” Zhao Ziyu replied, the indescribably lewd smile on his face twisting even more, while he cursed inwardly: You really are my ATM!

His eyes darted around, then he quickly typed another line: “Xinyue, where are you now? I want to see you, we haven’t seen each other in two days.”

Su Xinyue looked at the screen, the smile at the corner of her mouth growing wider instead of fading. She knew what Zhao Ziyu was thinking; he was eager to see her, nothing more than wanting to further confirm his “victory” and the authenticity of the fifty thousand yuan.

She didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she picked up her phone, walked to the window, and looked at the gradually darkening sky outside. Night fell, lights began to twinkle, and the city’s hustle and bustle were isolated by the glass window, leaving only a serene silence inside. She enjoyed this sense of control, letting Zhao Ziyu grow anxious on the other end of the screen.

After a while, she slowly returned to the bed, her fingertips lightly tapping: “I’m at my mom’s house. I’ll be back in a couple of days, just bear with it for a few more days.”

As soon as the message was sent, Zhao Ziyu’s reply was almost instantaneous: “Send me your address, I’ll come see you. I’ll just see you and leave, just a few minutes.”

Su Xinyue looked at his eager tone and found it amusing. She knew Zhao Ziyu too well; he would never “just see and leave.” Once he stepped through the door, he would find ways to stay, even making various unreasonable demands. She didn’t want her “victory” to be overshadowed.

“No need, just bear with it for a few more days. I’m at my mom’s place, it’s not convenient. I’ll go back to my own place in a few days,” she refused again, her tone gentle but firm.

Zhao Ziyu’s messages paused for a few seconds, clearly not expecting Su Xinyue to refuse so directly. His original plan had fallen through, and the joyful expression on his face stiffened a bit.

“Alright,” he finally compromised, a hint of imperceptible disappointment in his voice, “Then you should also take care of yourself over there. If you have any problems, call me.”

Su Xinyue looked at the phrase “take care of yourself” and found it ironic. The one she always needed to be careful of was Zhao Ziyu.

“Okay,” she replied concisely.

Zhao Ziyu sent another message: “Then I’ll keep this money for now. You rest well.”

“Okay,” Su Xinyue replied with one last word, then directly exited the chat interface.

She casually tossed her phone onto the pillow, her body relaxing into the soft mattress. The smile on her lips finally became unrestrained, like a blooming poppy, with fatal temptation and cold mockery.

She closed her eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility and the taste of victory.

Meanwhile, in the rented room on the other side, Zhao Ziyu looked at Su Xinyue’s last “Okay” on his phone screen. He was stunned for a few seconds, then burst into two suppressed “hehe” laughs.

He held his phone high, as if holding a trophy, then suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

“Su Xinyue, oh Su Xinyue, you still can’t escape my grasp!” He excitedly paced around the small living room twice, even unable to resist waving his fist, as if celebrating a great victory.

He hadn’t expected that throwing a tantrum this time would actually bring in unexpected money. Fifty thousand yuan! This was the amount he had been dreaming of recently. This money came at the perfect time, truly a godsend.

The more he thought about it, the more smug he became, the fat on his face even jiggling. It seemed that in the future, he would have to find more excuses, throw more tantrums, and make Su Xinyue soften up, so he could continuously “get” money from her.

He pulled out a cigarette pack, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. In the swirling smoke, his eyes became even more greedy and calculating.

“Hehe…” He couldn’t help but chuckle softly again, his laughter filled with ill-intentioned schemes. He felt like a genius, perfectly grasping Su Xinyue’s weakness.

He placed his phone on the table, the screen still showing the chat interface with Su Xinyue. He stared at those few messages, as if admiring his masterpiece.

From initial anxiety to now being in control, the huge emotional contrast made his adrenaline surge.

He even somewhat anticipated the next “tantrum,” because that meant another unexpected sum of money was about to arrive.

His mind was already calculating how to use the money: first, pay back a portion of his online loans, and then use the rest for himself.

He picked up his phone and chuckled foolishly at the balance on the screen for a while, then suddenly sprang up from the sofa, pacing back and forth in the small living room.

“Fifty thousand yuan!” he murmured softly, his voice carrying an almost pathological satisfaction. He immediately opened his online loan app and paid off several long-overdue debts.

Watching the collection calls and messages disappear instantly, he let out a long sigh of relief. The gloom that had weighed on his heart for days seemed to dissipate by more than half. The feeling of relief was so intense that he almost groaned.

However, this ease did not last long. After paying off the online loans, there was still over ten thousand yuan left in the account. He stared at the number, his eyes lighting up again. This was his own money! He could spend it however he wanted! So cool!

[To all great gods, please be merciful with your words. Su Xinyue’s money hasn’t all been scammed yet. Zhao Ziyu hasn’t even gotten any good benefits yet, how can I play this out?

It has to be slow, right? Now I only get a few yuan in royalties a day, typing is exhausting mentally and physically.

And then I see the reviews, one or two stars, a lot of cursing, and the evaluations are also full of罵. I’m almost unable to keep writing.

Ah… ah………..]

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You helped him have a baby, what do you regret about the divorce?

You helped him have a baby, what do you regret about the divorce?

你帮他生娃,离婚你后悔什么
Status: Ongoing Type: Released: 2025 Native Language: chinesse
"Repay a favor? You call this repaying a favor?" Lin Gengjin stood up suddenly, and the chair he brought over hit the floor with a "bang", making a dull loud noise that was particularly harsh in this quiet room.   He stared at Su Xinyue, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire, his fingertips were slightly white due to extreme anger, and even trembled uncontrollably.   "Su Xinyue, are you crazy? In order to repay that so-called favor, you want to give birth to a child for Zhao Ziyu? What's in your mind? Paste or shit?"   "Husband, don't be angry, listen to me..." Su Xinyue quickly explained,   "Su Xinyue, what do you think of me, Lin Gengjin? A dispensable decoration? A chess piece that you can sacrifice at will!"   Lin Gengjin interrupted her, his voice hoarse due to anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a strong sense of disbelief and heartache.   Su Xinyue also stood up, like a lioness forced into a corner. Her usually gentle eyes were now filled with stubbornness and determination, as if she had become a different person.   Her eyes were frighteningly red, as if she had just experienced a heart-wrenching cry, or like bloodshot rabbit eyes, covered with dense bloodshot, revealing a desperate madness.   "Husband, you don't understand anything at all! Do you think I am thinking? If it hadn't been for Zhao Ziyu, what would have happened to me now?   I might have been killed by those little gangsters... by them... Now he is begging me in front of me, asking me to help him, how can I bear to refuse?"

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