My wife is in my arms

Chapter 114 Mother and Daughter
At night, the street lights extend on both sides of the road, as if there is no end.

Han Hui was driving when she heard Jiang Yiren singing a cappella in the passenger seat. She couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "I feel like you've been in a good mood lately!"

"kindness"

Hearing her agent speak, Jiang Yiren took off the earphones on her left ear and nodded.

"Just because your husband has become a better person!?"

Han Hui continued to ask.

"On the one hand!"

Jiang Yiren said with a smile.

"What about the other side!?"

Seeing the red light ahead, Han Hui slowly slowed down and stopped the car. When she turned to look at Jiang Yiren and asked with a smile, she was also observing the changes in Jiang Yiren's expression.

Once an idea came into her mind, she had been thinking about it for the past two days.

Glancing at Han Hui, Jiang Yiren was startled and quickly explained, "Other than that, the sales of 'Ask' are good. I calculated today that this song can bring me about 10 million in revenue. In addition, I will release two new songs in December. My family is happy and my career is developing well. Isn't this worth being happy about!?"

“It’s definitely worth it”

The green light came on, Han Hui started the car and agreed.

The car drove over the overpass. In this winter, there were still many boats shuttling in the river under the bridge. There was a light on the boat. Jiang Yiren sat in the car and looked into the distance. The lights in the distance seemed particularly small in the turbulent river, but they dispelled the darkness around the boat.

It is rare for her to observe the scenery of the city while heading to the next work place.

In the past, she had to bear a lot of psychological pressure, worrying about whether her husband went out to gamble, whether she would be asked for money again when she returned home, and at the same time, she was also worried about her career development. In short, both her career and life brought her a lot of pressure. Sometimes... she even felt that she was suffocated.

Not anymore.

Going out to work is work, and her husband takes care of the household matters.

Moreover, she is not just idle at home, but also engaged in creative work. So in recent times, Jiang Yiren has been able to completely relax and has the interest to appreciate the scenery of the city under the night sky.

The next step is to find a way to get her husband to work and earn money, and the rest seems to be nothing else.

Probably after witnessing her husband's singing, acting, and creative abilities, Jiang Yiren vaguely realized that her desire for career development was no longer as strong as before.

If there are commercial performances, take them; if there are no commercial performances, stay at home.

She even...thought that if her husband still insisted on staying at home, she would not go out to work and would just spend all her time with him.

Anyway, in order to maintain her figure, she usually eats mainly vegetarian food. Her husband is different. He must have some meat with every meal. Meat is so expensive now... It was more than 20 yuan per pound in the first half of the year, and it has risen to more than 30 yuan in the second half of the year. Especially since her husband eats more expensive beef and mutton.

The car turned a corner and slowly drove towards the recording site of tonight's variety show "Concert". Han Hui noticed that Jiang Yiren, who was thinking about something, suddenly smiled brightly. She didn't say anything, but the speculations she had had in the past two days seemed to become reality.

Ten minutes later.

Han Hui parked the car outside the recording site for tonight and looked at the time. It was already a little after seven o'clock.

They arrived neither too early nor too late. They reached out and took an apple from the car and put it in their pocket. Seeing Han Hui taking another apple she had left in the car, Jiang Yiren looked a little unhappy. It was not that she was stingy, but there was only one left, and she planned to save it for eating on the way back after recording the show.

Han Hui greeted the staff of the show with a smile, and then walked into the dressing room prepared by the program team with Jiang Yiren.

The other singers were already sitting in chairs getting their looks done. Han Hui exchanged a few pleasantries with them before turning to Jiang Yiren, who had just sat down, and said, "My phone's dead. Give me yours so I can make a call. That bitch is so rude. After I scolded her tonight, she even questioned me, her mother, about whether I was trying to force her to death. I'm going to call my husband and ask if she's dead or not!"

As she spoke, Han Hui seemed worried that Jiang Yiren wouldn't believe her, so she took out her cell phone and showed it to her.

"Why didn't you charge it in the car just now!" Jiang Yiren complained, but still handed her phone to Han Hui.

Holding Jiang Yiren's cell phone, Han Hui walked out of the dressing room. The recording site did not seem dark under the night sky. Various lights were shining on it, and many staff members of the program crew were busy.

Han Hui found a place around the dressing room to sit down so as not to interfere with others walking and working.

She took out the apple from her pocket without washing it. The main reason was that Han Hui knew very well that the fruit Jiang Yiren put in the car must have been washed in advance. However, out of habit, she still wiped it on herself twice.

After taking a bite, Han Hui was stunned.

The texture was crispy and sweet, and in the dim light, she could even see sugar color appearing where she had bitten a piece.

“She’s quite good at picking fruits.”

Han Hui muttered.

After taking another bite, she opened the screen of Jiang Yiren's phone and entered the password. Han Hui was not in a hurry to call her husband, mainly because they had a quarrel tonight... She couldn't win the argument with her newly divorced daughter.

That damn girl is so stubborn.

They got married after knowing each other for a few months, and divorced a few months after marriage, without even having time to lay an egg.

Without much hesitation, she began to search Jiang Yiren's phone for the evidence she said last time that could prove her husband's singing skills were amazing. The chat records contained some ordinary things, so she was not too curious about them.

As an agent, she knew Jiang Yiren very well and knew that she would never chat with the opposite sex.

Because of this, she occasionally feels that good women often meet bad men.

Then, Han Hui turned on the recording.

really.

I actually found a recording of more than six minutes in it.

“I really don’t believe it.”

When Jiang Yiren handed her the phone, she didn't even take out the earphones. Han Hui put an earphone in her ear and reached out to turn it on.

"I want you to sing tonight. I've never heard you sing before! Didn't you say I did well on my math homework tonight? Then consider it a reward for me."

This is the voice of Jiang Yiren's daughter, Shan.

Subconsciously, Han Hui remembered how the girl had given her father the green peppers and shredded carrots that she didn't like during dinner tonight, and she suddenly wanted to laugh.

A little girl of this age is so cute and lovable, etc... Han Hui immediately thought of how she was kicked out of the house tonight, and she felt so sad. She couldn't say anything and couldn't scold her. It was so fucking terrible.

"Ask? I can't sing this song well, so I'll sing you a different one."

Han Hui knew without even guessing that it was the voice of that bastard Zhang You. She took another bite of the apple, and before she swallowed it, Han Hui heard Zhang You's singing.

“There is a song that changes like the buds on an old poplar tree, but I will sing it again and again, it is like my life.”

Without warning.

Han Hui's pupils dilated instantly, and a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

The singing continues.

When she heard a certain passage, she suddenly coughed violently. The apple she had just bitten was blocked in her trachea. The coughing continued, and Han Hui's face was distorted with pain.

(End of this chapter)