Yangyang looked at Ultraman with shining eyes, and in a childish voice, thanked, "Thank you, Aunt Zhou Yan!"

By the way, she also politely bowed.

See, there are things that people cherish that Qian Zixuan doesn't value.

I couldn't help but reflect on my own way of education, teaching him to respect the elderly, love the young, cherish food, care for animals, understand filial piety...

Clearly, there was nothing wrong in any aspect, but the child still went astray.

Later, I realized it was Qian Hao's fault; he led his son astray!

I locked Qian Zixuan at home, spent the afternoon in the mall after giving him toys.

Even though I wore a hat, I still feared the gaze of strangers, afraid they would notice my dog-chewed hair.

Finally, I walked into a hair salon, took off my hat, and the hairdresser was surprised, "Sis, was your hair burned? Why is it so uneven!"

"How should I style this kind of hair?"

"The hair on top is so short, we can only give you a crew cut."

I felt a thud in my heart.

After negotiating, I got a chin-length bob with curly hair mixed with short, messy hair, ugly and unattractive, but much better than before entering the store.

Before leaving, the hairdresser repeatedly recommended a wig made of real human hair, lace front, priced at 3500.

I waved my hand to refuse, but suddenly thought of my son's expensive Lego toys, the ten thousand yuan tutoring class, my husband's expensive ties...

Qian Hao always said I should spend less, be frugal, and be a good wife and mother.

When I bought clothes for three hundred yuan, both he and our son frowned, "Zhou Yan, why do you wear such expensive clothes at home every day? There are plenty of clothes online for thirty yuan, with better styles!"

"Mom, just listen to Dad and return them quickly!"

I hesitated, stopped the hairdresser who was about to leave, "Wait, I'll take this wig, and I want the other two curly wigs as well."

Spending 8000 yuan on myself is worth it no matter what!

Wearing the wig, I bought a few more clothes; I hadn't enjoyed my time alone so much in a long time.

I didn't return home until it was completely dark, and during this time, Qian Hao didn't call me once.

I guessed Qian Zixuan had already complained to him, and they were both waiting for me at home in anger.

"Zhou Yan, you finally decided to come back! You left our son alone at home and had a great time, spending money on what, being kept by someone?"

"You didn't want to buy toys for our son, right? Is it necessary to make a big deal out of this small matter! I work hard to earn money outside, giving you five hundred pocket money every month. As long as you save some, what's so difficult about buying a toy for the child! But you spent it!"

"At such a young age, our son can only eat takeout pitifully. Is there anyone like you who is a mother?"

Qian Hao cursed loudly.

Following Qian Zixuan's gaze, I looked at the dining table, which was full of various sizes of takeout boxes. The spilled soup flowed down the table, and chicken bones were casually placed on the table, even though there was a trash can under their feet.

Next to it, the laundry basket was filled with the clothes Qian Hao had just taken off, almost overflowing.

I sneered, "When did you come back?"

Qian Hao's face turned red with anger, "At five thirty! What does it have to do with you when I come back! Is there anyone like you who is a mother!"

I silently walked to the dining table, pushed Qian Zixuan back to his room, "I'll clean you up later."

Now it's your dad's turn.

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