On bus number 27.

A man and another sat in silence.

The man was dressed like a farmer, his jacket covered in cement dust, and he was even wearing Liberation shoes.

But the children beside him were quite different. Their eyes were clear and hazy, with slender waists that were very eye-catching.

The two of them sat side by side, seeming a little out of place. They didn't speak a word the whole way.

An announcement sound rang out, the children stood up and walked towards the bus door.

"Hold on!"

Just then, the man suddenly stood up and shouted.

People in the carriage all turned their heads and looked curiously at the two of them.

These two people actually know each other?

Zhou Jiang didn't have time to care about other people's eyes. He strode forward, "I know I shouldn't bother you, but it's your birthday today, and I want to give you a gift."

Saying that, he took out five chocolate bars from his pocket that he had prepared.

But he pulled it out too quickly, and the chocolate pieces scattered on the floor. Zhou Jiang hurriedly crouched down to pick them up.

The child stopped at the car door, a thin and elegant eyebrow slightly raised, as if watching the commotion.

Zhou Jiang picked out a piece of chocolate that hadn't been broken, and handed it to the child.

In that instant, he realized that in the ice-like depths of her eyes, there was an abundance of compassion and sorrow!

Zhou Jiang's hand hung in the air, open and unable to speak for a long time.

"Although you are my husband, you don't have to please me," the girl said, her crescent moon eyebrows furrowing. "Because I will never look at you properly."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he got out of the car and walked away without looking back.

Zhou Jiang sighed and sat back down, ignoring the amused glances from others in the carriage. He stuffed the chocolate into his bag regardless, after all, he hadn't eaten breakfast yet and couldn't waste it.

That boy's only nominal wife is Liu Qingqing. They have been married for three years now, and they haven't even held hands.

Because Liu Qingqing was a doctor, while Zhou Jiang had just been released from prison and was a construction worker who mixed cement!

Zhou Jiang chewed on the chocolate, a bitter wave rising in his heart.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Suppressing his own heartache, Zhou Jiang forced a smile and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

The voice on the phone trembled slightly: “Son, I’m at the hospital now. My head isn’t feeling too well. Please come see me.”

"I'm going now!" Zhou Jiang said hurriedly. Upon suddenly learning about his mother's illness, he felt like someone had struck him on the back of the head, leaving him dazed and confused.

On the phone, she said, “I might faint soon. You help me check how much it costs. If it’s too much, don’t worry about it, just don’t waste money. Son... Mom probably won't get to see the grandchildren.”

For a moment, Zhou Jiang's tears flowed uncontrollably: "Mom, I'm coming right now, you'll be fine! I'm coming right now."

Zhou Jiang hurriedly stopped the bus and ran into the hospital like crazy.

After entering, Liu Qingqing was in the hospital, already wearing a white coat, which added a touch of handsome air to her.

Upon seeing Zhou Jiang, she immediately turned her pretty face cold. “I told you, don’t appear in front of my colleagues! How did you still follow me? Do you even have any shame?”

"Liu Qingqing, I don't have time to argue with you now. My mom is in this hospital and she's very serious." Zhou Jiang said as he ran towards the elevator.

Liu Qingqing was taken aback. Although she looked down on this visiting husband, her mother-in-law was seriously ill, so at least she should take a look.

Following Zhou Jiang, they arrived at the ward.

A doctor stood at the head of the bed looking at the two people and asked, "Are you the patient's relatives? Now sign your names and pay the consultation fee, and then you can leave."

Accepting the handover agreement, Zhou Jiang's brows furrowed upon seeing the medical expenses listed on it.

The service fee is 100,000, but he didn't even have 100,000!

After thinking for a moment, he turned to Liu Qingqing and gritted his teeth, "I can't afford the fee... Can you ask your family for 100,000 yuan? I promise I'll pay you back."

Liu Qingqing's face immediately fell: "Are you still a man? You've graduated for years, and you can't even afford this amount of money?"

"Sorry," Zhou Jiang mumbled, his head bowed. After all, he was a son-in-law, and besides, he still relied on his mother's medical expenses.

Liu Qingqing's frigid eyes were filled with disdain as she turned her head away and dialed a number. "Mom, can you send ten thousand over?" she said into the phone.

"What would you do with one hundred thousand dollars?" the voice on the phone asked.

Zhou Jiang's mother is ill and now needs 100,000 yuan for surgery. They are waiting for the money to operate.

"Her mother got sick and she's asking me for money. What a joke!"

But, Mom, his mom is waiting for this money...

"Damn it, does his life or death concern me?"

On the other end of the phone, the voice grew angrier. Liu Qingqing didn't know what to say. Holding the phone, she turned her head to look at Zhou Jiang, her expression showing utter helplessness.

Zhou Jiang clenched his fists, his teeth gritted together with a grinding sound.

This mother-in-law usually gives him the cold shoulder at home, and he can bear it. But now that his mother is waiting for this 100,000 yuan medical expense, he really can't take it anymore.

He walked up, took the phone from Liu Qingqing's hand, and said into it, "Mother-in-law, I haven't taken a single penny from home these past few years, but that's because I was wrongly accused and spent two years in prison! It doesn't matter if you look down on me, but my mother is now waiting for surgery on the hospital bed. Just lend me the money, I promise to pay it back!"

"What? What do you want back?" A sharp laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Don't even dream about it, I won't give you a single penny of the Liu family's money!"

"Mother-in-law..."

Zhou Jiang wanted to plead again, but the phone had already gone dead.

In an instant, his eyes were filled with despair.

Liu Qingqing sighed and looked at him, wanting to comfort him but didn't know how. She hesitated and said: "I still have 30,000 here, I can lend it to you first to get them started, but you have to make up the commission."

I'm going to ask your brother-in-law for my wages!

Zhou Jiang suddenly remembered something and ran out of the hospital.

Three years ago, after a medical accident landed him in prison, his medical license was revoked. After spending some time at home, Zhou Jiang went to work on his brother-in-law Zhao Youqian's construction site and mixed cement.

However, Zhao used the excuse of insufficient company funds to withhold his wages for three consecutive months. The total amount owed for these three months was 20,000 yuan, which could also help him raise some travel expenses.

As soon as Zhou Jiangma left the hospital, he rushed to Donghua Construction Company without stopping and pushed open Zhao Youqian's office.

Zhao Youqian was napping soundly on the reclining chair in his office. When he woke up and saw the person in front of him, his face immediately twisted into a frown. "You didn't even knock before coming in? Just because you're related to me doesn't mean you can act this way at work."

"Pay me my three months' salary!" Zhou Jiang slammed his hand on the table, staring at him with an ironclad expression.

Hearing this, Zhao Youqian burst into laughter, revealing a row of yellow teeth: "Zhou Jiang, look at those people on the construction site. Which one has received their wages now? The company's funds are running low right now, and we can't afford to pay!"

"Saying that, he shot Zhou Jiang a disdainful glance: “I’m only giving you food because I'm your brother-in-law. You don't thank me and come here asking for wages?”

Zhou Jiang gritted his teeth and stared at him, saying, "I haven't got time to waste words with you. My mother is waiting for the money in the hospital bed. Just transfer the money to me!"

"Your mom's dead or alive doesn't concern me," Zhao Youqian said with a strange smile creeping up his face, followed by a twitch.

Suddenly, Zhou Jiang's head felt a surge of anger. He directly picked up a vase from his desk and aimed it at Zhao Youqian's head: "I'll ask you again, do you pay or not?"

"Do you still want to hit me?" Zhao Youqian sneered: "You can try it. We'll fight, and after that, don't even think about getting a single cent."