Men can’t control their lower body—what’s the price of that, and how惨 can it get?
I have a brother who just turned 46 this year. He was originally the best in our circle—after more than twenty years in the building materials business, he ran a tile wholesale stall plus a full-home customization store. His yearly profit was seven or eight hundred thousand. His wife was a college classmate. They have a son and a daughter, both grown up.
Before last year’s Mid-Autumn Festival, right on the eve of it, his wife suddenly called relatives together and announced their divorce in public. It turned out that he’d been keeping a young girl of 14 years old outside. They had been together for more than a year. He rented a place for her, bought her a car, and wired money—total spending amounted to 460,000. The truth came out because a transfer of 30,000 yuan had a memo note written as “buying a bag.” His wife didn’t make a scene. She went to the bank to pull a year’s worth of transaction records, hired a lawyer to secure evidence, and filed directly for divorce.
When the property division came through, he was stunned. Two stores were divided as shared marital property; his wife took the tile stall. The school-district apartment went to his wife as well. His share of the deposits was judged to be less, so he received less than 200,000 in the end. After his son, 19, found out, he told his dad, “You’re old now—don’t contact me. I’ll take care of your mom. I won’t answer your calls.” The salesgirl saw that he had no money left, blacklisted him, and disappeared. The car, which was in her name, also couldn’t be taken back.
Now he runs business for a renovation company, with a base salary of 3,800. His hair is already half white. The man who used to wear a suit and tie now doesn’t even have a decent outfit. After 23 years of hard work, all his gains wiped out to zero in a moment.
I have a brother who just turned 46 this year. He was originally the best in our circle—after more than twenty years in the building materials business, he ran a tile wholesale stall plus a full-home customization store. His yearly profit was seven or eight hundred thousand. His wife was a college classmate. They have a son and a daughter, both grown up.
Before last year’s Mid-Autumn Festival, right on the eve of it, his wife suddenly called relatives together and announced their divorce in public. It turned out that he’d been keeping a young girl of 14 years old outside. They had been together for more than a year. He rented a place for her, bought her a car, and wired money—total spending amounted to 460,000. The truth came out because a transfer of 30,000 yuan had a memo note written as “buying a bag.” His wife didn’t make a scene. She went to the bank to pull a year’s worth of transaction records, hired a lawyer to secure evidence, and filed directly for divorce.
When the property division came through, he was stunned. Two stores were divided as shared marital property; his wife took the tile stall. The school-district apartment went to his wife as well. His share of the deposits was judged to be less, so he received less than 200,000 in the end. After his son, 19, found out, he told his dad, “You’re old now—don’t contact me. I’ll take care of your mom. I won’t answer your calls.” The salesgirl saw that he had no money left, blacklisted him, and disappeared. The car, which was in her name, also couldn’t be taken back.
Now he runs business for a renovation company, with a base salary of 3,800. His hair is already half white. The man who used to wear a suit and tie now doesn’t even have a decent outfit. After 23 years of hard work, all his gains wiped out to zero in a moment.