Li Ye actually admired Zhou Ziqing quite a lot. Not only was she steady, intelligent, and educated, she was also decisive and responsible.
In her, Li Ye even saw a few traces of the temperament of Teacher Ke and Fu Guiru.
Or rather, this was the true "Half the Sky" the older generation spoke of.
When Old Xie had been at his wits' end over his ex-wife's shameless pestering, Zhou Ziqing had not seized on this little "mess" to PUA Old Xie, tearing him down until he was black and blue. Instead, she had bravely stepped forward and stood in front of him.
"Whatever it is, talk to me. Whatever blame there is, we'll bear it together!"
What kind of spirit was that? What kind of breadth of heart?
But a few decades later, how many girls would help their boyfriends shoulder trouble? How many would put themselves in a man's shoes?
"Come on, come on, explain exactly what happened with your ex-wife first. Then write me a five-thousand-word self-criticism. After that, hand over all our family's property, finances, and your salary card.
"You're asking why? What if you secretly gave all the money to your ex-wife? I'm doing this for our family."
Any PUA or malicious belittlement was the prelude and excuse for signing an unequal treaty. Otherwise, why would she be idle enough to waste her breath and saliva?
The problem was that after the treaty had been signed, the troubles men had to face still had to be faced by themselves, and the problems they had to solve still had to be solved by themselves. Not a single cent's worth of trouble would be spared.
But look at Old Xie now. He did not even need to show his face for any of it. Zhou Ziqing had