FVN Chapter 305 125 Xiao Yan, don't call me master's wife at times like this_2
Chapter 305 125 Xiao Yan, don't call me master's wife at times like this_2
After passing by Jiang Xian's clothing store,
she was immediately drawn in by the styles of several dresses. Xiao Yan loved short skirts and low-cut tops the most, and she decided to stock up on them.
As soon as she entered, Fang Zhiya felt incredibly surprised. In her wildest dreams, she never thought she would encounter Jiang Xian here.
Back when she hadn't completely cut ties with Liu Yaolong, she used to interact with Jiang Xian quite often, after all, she was the wife of the head teacher.
Fang Zhiya also knew that Jiang Xian usually spent her free time visiting internet cafes to check if any students were there instead of at school.
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But now, to her surprise, she had run into Jiang Xian in the commercial area of the university town!
How could he be here? This place was quite a distance from the high school.
"Jiang Xian, shouldn't you be over there, helping Teacher Yen to look for people in the internet cafe?"
"Liu Yaolong's mom, Yen Zhengjin and I are divorced now, and I've opened a store here."
Fang Zhiya was visibly shocked. Was getting divorced a trend nowadays?
She got divorced, and Fang Zhiya did too. It seemed as if all of this was fated.
"Don't call me Liu Yaolong's mom anymore, I'm also divorced, and now Liu Yaolong and I are no longer mother and son."
Although a considerable amount of time had passed, every time she thought about Liu Yaolong's heinous act, drugging her and then betraying her,
her heart felt incredibly cold. Her own son, indeed, was no different from a stranger.
If she could, she would rather never have had Liu Yaolong as a son.
Fang Zhiya's words carried a lot of weight. The two women who had led hard lives felt each other's difficulties and gently hugged after that.
They had a chat, but they carefully avoided mentioning their divorces.
After a while, Fang Zhiya chose a black short skirt to go with the black stockings that Li Zhiyan liked.
Li Zhiyan obediently sat down.
Jiang Xian went to the kitchen and started cooking. Even though she had had some yogurt, a proper meal was still needed to fill her stomach.
As she chopped vegetables, any feelings of loss had completely dissipated. Li Zhiyan was watching the shop outside, and she was cooking at home.
It was as if they were already together.
If she were to get pregnant with his child, maybe her life would be even happier.
Thinking about it, Jiang Xian unexpectedly felt a longing.
To bear a child for Xiao Yan wasn't such a bad idea after all.
She desperately needed the nourishment of love too, after all, she was a 41-year-old woman, at the age when the need for love was at its highest.
After a while, Jiang Xian had prepared several dishes.
She called Li Zhiyan in to eat.
"Coming, Auntie Jiang."
The National Holiday business was indeed not very good, with most of the spending flowing into the tourism sector. Li Zhiyan had been sitting there for so long without many customers coming to buy clothes.
Looking at the simple meal on the table, Li Zhiyan picked up his chopsticks and said, "Auntie Jiang, isn't this kind of life great?"
"The two of us together, often living like this, and you giving birth to a child for me."
"You know I have a lot of savings; I could definitely get you pregnant quickly."
Li Zhiyan's words made Jiang Xian's face flush.
"Eat your food, Xiao Yan."
She dared not continue the conversation, but she couldn't help fantasizing about a life together with Li Zhiyan.
But how long would she be happy with him? Eventually, she would grow old, and the 23-year age gap was an ever-present issue.