Song Tingshen didnât know that Ruan Xiaâs psychological activities would be so rich and abundant. When he arrived at work, he remembered her instructions and handed the lunch bag to Assistant Chen. âPut this in the refrigerator for me.â
Assistant Chen agreed and went to the break room. When he opened the bag and saw the clear containers of durian and durian box cake inside, he was totally stunned.
Of course, there were people nearby unhappy about this.
âHey, whatâs wrong with you?Why did you bring durian to work? Do you want us to die?â
âYeah! That smell is suffocating, ah. Itâs going to stink up the entire refrigerator!â
âAre you the devil? Iâm allergic to that smell!â
There were also people that liked durian. One of them asked, âHey, can I have a taste? That durian box cake looks delicious. Where did you buy it from?â
Assistant Chen ignored the groupâs opposition. He put the glass containers inside the refrigerator, then he said, âThis belongs to CEO Song. If anyone has comments, you can tell him yourself.â
For a moment, everyone was silenced.
â...â
No one would have associated their wise and great CEO Song with this cake box, especially a durian one that was a lethal weapon to noses... Such incompatibility left everyone flabbergasted.
âIâm more curious about... Did CEO Song buy this cake or did his wife make it?â
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The durian box cakes and mango box cakes that Little Wang brought to nursery school were very popular with his friends.
After lunch, it was naptime, but no one felt sleepy. Lying on their beds, the kiddos chatted away.
âI told you guys before that my mom knows how to make cakes, but you guys didnât believe me.â Little Wang proudly laid in bed with his little legs lifted up. âMy mom knows lots of stuff and even Teacher Wang said my momâs cakes taste better than the ones you buy at a store.â
âSong Shuyan, my mom said your parents are going to divorce.â
They had been talking about toys before. Now that the conversation had suddenly changed, one of the girls timidly offered, âYouâll be really pitiful if your dad and mom divorce, but you donât have to be scared. Iâll still be your friend.â
How could Little Wang tolerate hearing such words? He puffed up in anger, and his little face was flushed. âYour mom is saying nonsense!â
Although they were only little kids in nursery school and didnât understand the adultsâ world, many children knew what divorce meant.
Divorce meant the parents would separate, and they wouldnât be able to live together with both of their parents anymore.
âIâm not saying nonsense.â The little girl rushed to explain herself. âIf you donât believe me, you can ask other people. All of our parents sleep together in the same room in the same bed. Only your parents sleep separately. My mom said that if a married couple sleeps separately, theyâll separate and divorce.â
Little Wangâs little face was flushed from keeping down his feelings. âMy mom said its because she sleeps late and my dad doesnât want to disturb her in the morning. You donât know anything, so donât say nonsense. That goes for your mom too!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âSheâs lying to you. Song Shuyan, adults love to lie to us. If you donât believe me, ask anyone else. Xiao Kaifeng, do your parents sleep together?â
The little boy that had been put into the spotlight trembled, but under Little Wangâs watchful gaze, he still nodded. âYeah. Sometimes Iâll sleep between them too.â
One of the little boys that hadnât spoken up this entire time finally said, âSong Shuyan, Ning Ya isnât lying to you. Your parents really are going to divorce. Before my parents got divorced, they slept separately for a long time. When I asked my mom about it, she gave me the same answer as your mom.â
It felt as if a lightning bolt had struck Little Wangâs heart. He incredulously looked at his friends.
Were they right?
Were his parents really going to divorce?