During the day, I often find excuses to go out.

But every evening, I still have to push Zheng Kang out for a walk.

Mainly to let him see my new hobby.

— I've also fallen in love with ballroom dancing.

Using my retirement savings, I bought one new dress after another, wearing one each day, choosing a handsome old man, dancing for a couple of hours.

And Zheng Kang was arranged in the best VIP position in my sight.

His hands have gradually lost strength, his speech has become unclear, not to mention pushing the wheelchair over to bump into me.

Zheng Kang has protested incoherently.

I'm not that authoritarian, so I agreed directly, saying I wouldn't take him out next time, letting him stay at home every day.

He was stunned, as if realizing that if he stayed at home, he would have to be with Aunt Chen every day.

Thinking about this, he compromised.

I don't know how it feels for him to sit paralyzed in a wheelchair watching his wife dancing intimately with other old men.

Anyway, I was quite pleased.

One day, I accidentally put the call on speakerphone while talking to an old man, and Zheng Kang overheard.

He exerted all his strength to wheel himself over to me, glaring at me with red eyes, questioning me.

"Zhang Yuxiu, I'm not dead yet, and you're already flirting with someone else?"

I felt no embarrassment from being overheard, instead looking into his eyes and answering candidly.

"Yes, when I was pregnant, it didn't stop you from cheating, now that you're dying, I'm finding a backup in advance, any problem with that?"

Zheng Kang was so angry he couldn't speak, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

Now, in my eyes, he was less intimidating than a little cat.

"I want a divorce with you!"

After a while, Zheng Kang finally shouted hoarsely.

"Sure, go ahead."

I shrugged indifferently, making a gesture of permission.

Just moving those two or three meters had already exhausted all his strength. Now, without anyone pushing him, he couldn't even get out of the front door, let alone unilaterally file for divorce.

"I'm going to call Qianqian to take me."

"Sure, go ahead."

I calmly watched Zheng Kang search for his phone.

I had hidden the phone a long time ago.

Since I suggested our daughter resign last time, she seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

Before Zheng Kang died, she had already secretly used credit cards to go abroad for fun, not attending classes, just waiting to come back and inherit a large sum of money.

When Zheng Kang couldn't find his phone, he panicked completely, starting to rage helplessly.

But now his biggest strength was only enough to knock over a chair, then slump in the wheelchair, completely drained.

I found it quite amusing.

I ignored him, in his presence, continued chatting on the phone with the old man, making dance plans, then went back to the room to change into a slim and elegant cheongsam, swaying my hips, and left without looking back.