The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

The starting salary would not be less than 100,000 yuan per year. After two or three years, the annual salary would be around 300,000 yuan.

Yang Zhiyuan was a chief surgeon, so his net income was only 300,000 yuan. However, his main income was the registered commission from the outpatient department, and some of his gray income was more.

It was very easy for Xia Ling to surpass his assets. If she used the money to buy stocks, her assets might increase several times within half a year.

However, she would defeat him fair and square.

Yang Zhiyuan had always been proud of his high income. He felt that Qi Ya was lucky to marry him.

In that case, if Xia Ling wanted to defeat him, she had to do it in the place that he was most proud of.

In less than two or three years, Xia Ling's career would be developing smoothly. Her income as an accountant would be much higher than that of a chief surgeon!

When Xia Ling slapped the annual salary of a million dollars on Yang Zhiyuan's face, she would also want to see what kind of excuses she could come up with if she kept saying that she earned more and Qi Ya earned less?

By that time, they would definitely be divorced.

Then, between them, who would be the one holding up who?

*

CPA exams were not easy, and the professionalism was too strong. Only a thousand people could pass the exams in a year.

Xia Ling had a photographic memory, so she bought a pile of documents as high as a hill.

She stayed at the Qi family home every day, either reading books or going out for a walk.

It was said that she was going for a walk. The old house of the Sheng family was near the Qi family home.

Every time Xia Ling went for a walk, she would run into Sheng Ming.

It seemed that he had moved back to live here. Every time, he would come out for exercise in the evening and after dinner.

The favorability rating slowly rose from 3 to 60.

No one had broken through that barrier, but they had an unspoken tacit understanding with each other.

*

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

Other than calling Xia Ling, Yang Zhiyuan didn't visit the Qi family even once.

Mother Yang gave him advice.

Don't be anxious. Qi Ya is threatening you with divorce. If you give in this time, you won't be able to hold your head up in front of her in the future. She's a 38-year-old woman. If she divorces you, what will she have left She won't let such a good man go!

Yang Zhiyuan thought that was true. He might as well waste time with Xia Ling.

These days, he had been staying at Li Yue's place. He would only come home every three or five days.

For so many years, Qi Ya had been virtuous and obedient. The Yang family mother and son had been spoiled. They knew that Qi ya would never divorce, so they wasted their time unscrupulously.

Yang Zhiyuan was busy at the hospital every day. When he came back, he didn't have time to take care of himself.

One day, he opened the wardrobe and found that there wasn't even a clean piece of clothing in the wardrobe that could be worn out. Yang Zhiyuan was stunned. Only then did he remember that Qi Ya hadn't contacted him for a month.

This month, mother Yang stayed in the city.

The food she cooked was salty and bitter in Yang Zhiyuan's mouth.

His home, when Qi Ya was around, had always been clean and beautiful.

But now, the garbage cans and the kitchen were emitting an unpleasant smell. It was unknown how long the garbage had not been emptied, and how long it had not been cleaned up by the frying pan in the kitchen. It was covered with golden and black oil stains... ...

"Mom, I'll call Qi ya today and ask her to come back. " Yang Zhiyuan furrowed his brows.

Mother Yang saw that Yang Zhiyuan's expression was not right, so she said, "after all, we're husband and wife. How can we not come back? Give her a call and give her a way out. If it really doesn't work out, you can bring some things back to the Qi family. Get them back first, and we'll talk about the rest later. "

Yang Zhiyuan nodded.

After work, he bought some fruits and two boxes of milk and drove to the Qi family.

After so many years, he had never visited the Qi family again. When he borrowed money, Qi Ya asked the Qi family, and he was only responsible for writing the loan with Qi Ya.