Thus, Yang Jinhan spent his weakest month subsisting on spring onions and steamed buns. After the confinement month, he felt much better.
At least the discomforts of pregnancy were gone. He thought he had fully recovered. He didn't realize that the first month of pregnancy usually had few symptoms.
Taking advantage of his recovery, he proposed divorce to Jun Jiuli. Since neither spouse had stable employment and the husband did not wish to fight for custody, Xu Nannan was awarded to Jun Jiuli.
The money Jun Jiuli earned from stock trading had been managed by 007, so the court found no irregularities. The car and house were awarded to Yang Jinhan. The 800,000 yuan that Jun Jiuli had transferred out was considered child support and compensation for Xu Zhuozhuo’s resignation to manage household affairs.
Both spouses agreed with the outcome, and they successfully obtained their divorce certificates.
As soon as they left the courthouse, both felt a sense of relief.
"Alright, Mr. Yang, I wish you a happy single life. I will come back tomorrow to collect all my belongings."
Yang Jinhan felt a faint sense of unease but readily agreed.
When they initially bought the house, Yang Jinhan paid a 30% down payment and took out a 10-year loan.
The couple, initially earning over 20,000 yuan a month, had paid off some of the loan ahead of schedule. Later, Yang Jinhan received a promotion and a raise, so the house was now mortgage-free.
The next morning, Jun Jiuli, with the little one in tow, hired a security company. She paid 20,000 yuan to employ 20 security guards and marched to the Yang residence.
Yang's mother was utterly stunned when she opened the door.
"Zhuozhuo, what are you doing? You and Hanhan are divorced, but don't go around hitting people."
"Aunt Chen, what nonsense are you talking about? I am a law-abiding citizen, how could I hit anyone? I'm just here to retrieve what belongs to me."
With that, she led her team into the house and began moving things, from the air conditioner, refrigerator, and washing machine to chairs, stools, and teacups. All these items were packed and sold to a secondhand furniture recycling store, fetching 50,000 yuan.
When all the rooms were emptied, not even a bed remained. They piled all of Yang Jinhan and his mother's clothes onto the floor.
"Aunt Chen, why don't you pack your clothes first? I'm going to dismantle the floor later. Even if I throw it all in the garbage dump, it won't be cheap for you."
"Xu Zhuozhuo, how can you do this?" Yang's mother, seeing the number of people, assumed Jun Jiuli wouldn't dare to hit her. She thought the young girl was timid and would be appeased with a few words.
Unexpectedly, Jun Jiuli retorted, "How can I not do this? You should have thought of this day when you deceived me for money to renovate the house."
Saying this, she ordered her people to act, even scraping off the wall plaster. The electrical wires were difficult to remove, so she left them for them.
After thoroughly wrecking the house's renovation, Jun Jiuli did not have the kindness to clean up the resulting mess. She left with her 20 men in a grand procession.
After leaving the complex, Jun Jiuli bought them two cases of water.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Please have some water."
"It was no trouble, no trouble at all. We worked hard for half a day and earned a thousand yuan. If Ms. Xu has any more of this good fortune, please call us brothers."
"Hahaha." Her rather foolish remark made everyone present burst into laughter.
Yang Jinhan knew Jun Jiuli would be back to collect her things today, and he felt apprehensive. He had made an excuse to go out and play early in the morning.
Upon returning home, he was stunned by the scene that greeted him upon opening the door. The house was empty, with no furnishings.
The walls were scraped bare and mottled. The floor tiles were smashed into pieces and lay in a dusty heap on the ground. His mother sat in the living room, staring blankly.
Yang Jinhan thought he had entered the wrong house and looked at the house number again in disbelief. He stepped inside and checked room by room; they were all the same.
His belongings were piled in the house like trash, soiled by the stirred-up cement dust.
At that moment, he truly regretted provoking a woman like Xu Zhuozhuo.
However, as things stood, lamenting his fate was futile. The mother and son endured the night in the house.
The next day, they hired people to clean up, and the garbage filled two trucks. The mother and son discussed it and realized they had no money left for renovations.
The house was in a good location, so they found a real estate agent and listed it for sale. They wanted to sell it and buy a smaller apartment in a more remote area. This would provide funds for renovations and living expenses.
During the period before the house was sold, the mother and son had to live in the unfinished house.
Property management fees, utilities, parking, and living expenses further strained the already financially strapped mother and son. Out of necessity, Yang Jinhan sold his beloved car at a low price.
Before the house was sold, Yang Jinhan began a new round of vomiting. This time, there was no violence or abuse from Jun Jiuli.
Yang's mother made him various dishes, and within two months, he had gained ten pounds.
The mother and son sold the house and moved into an old residential complex. Yang Jinhan, due to his pregnancy and psychological issues, was afraid to go out, becoming gloomy and timid.
Yang's mother was too old to work, and with her son needing constant care, she had many pregnancies with no successful outcomes.
Her son's temper grew more volatile and difficult to manage. Sometimes, he would even hit her. But he was her beloved child, cherished for thirty-one years, how could she abandon him?
So, after the money from selling the house ran out, she went out to work part-time washing dishes to earn money. Later, as she grew older, people no longer hired her. She could only survive by collecting garbage.
She worked tirelessly and passed away before she turned sixty. After Yang's mother's death, Yang Jinhan had no one to protect him, and he finally emerged from his shell. With his bulging belly and bloated physique, he sold the apartment in the old complex.
With the money, he rented a place to live, securing his living expenses again. Each year, he endured the torment of pregnancy. When he was 45, he could no longer bear the pain of childbirth and bit his tongue to end his life.