I shrugged my shoulders, lifted the stool and smashed it towards the dining table. With a loud "bang," the marble tabletop shattered, takeaway boxes fell to the floor in a mess of red and green.

Qian Hao was dumbfounded, "Zhou Yan, have you gone crazy..."

Then I grabbed the clothes from the laundry basket, tore open shirts with my bare hands, and cut the ones I couldn't tear with scissors from top to bottom. The wool coat was thrown on the ground and stained brown by the vegetable soup.

Next, I stood on the coat and stomped fiercely.

After doing all this, I looked at Qian Hao, "You say I'm not a good mother? What about you? Are you a dead person at home?"

"You come back at half past five and can't be bothered to cook for Qian Zixuan? Who caused him to eat takeout! You come home at half past five and don't even bother to wash your clothes and stinky socks reeking of the toilet smell? Don't blame me self-righteously, doing housework is not a woman's duty!"

"Am I too gentle with you, making you think I'm easy to bully? Can't handle being a man outside, can't handle being a person at home! Just like your son!"

I scared Qian Hao, almost slipping on the slippery floor, "Zhou Yan, don't be arrogant... What's this about you hitting our son? You can't take it out on the child no matter what!"

I snorted coldly, dragged out the wailing Qian Zixuan, and slapped a wig on Qian Hao's face.

"Look at what your son did! He cut my hair while I was asleep! Shouldn't I discipline him?"

"Now that I've become like this, are you both satisfied? You don't like me going out, spending money, don't let me have fun, right? You enjoy all the good things, leaving the mess at home to me! Let me tell you, there won't be such a good deal in the future!"

"Qian Hao, let's get a divorce!"