Chapter 114: That Blind Date Was You!
Sure enough, Sister Qiao’s words were verified.
Liu Cuixia had bloodshot eyes, staring fixedly at Gu Zhendong: “You and Wang Xiaomin can’t get married!”
Gu Zhendong asked furiously: “Why?”
Liu Cuixia: “Because I’m pregnant!”
Except for Sister Qiao and Lu Qiaoge, everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Liu Cuixia and Gu Zhendong.
Gu Zhendong’s vision went black, and he nearly fell over.
Wang Xiaomin’s face was deathly pale without a trace of color, and the earlier joy had completely vanished.
She even forgot to question Liu Cuixia.
Her mind was probably blank at that moment.
Sister Hua slammed her fountain pen on the desk and asked sternly: “Speak up, what exactly is going on?”
This was a serious matter; it could lead to big trouble.
Lu Qiaoge glanced at Liu Cuixia’s expression and felt that her purpose didn’t seem purely to sabotage Wang Xiaomin and Gu Zhendong.
After the brief shock, Gu Zhendong nearly jumped up. He roared: “Liu Cuixia, you’re talking nonsense! I’ve never even kissed you, let alone touched you. How could you be pregnant?”
Then he said furiously: “Go to the hospital. If you’re pregnant, it’s someone else’s. If not, you’re slandering me, and I’ll go to the police station to report you.”
Liu Cuixia showed no fear: “Fine, let’s go. Let’s go to the hospital right now, and then we’ll know.”
Gu Zhendong grabbed Wang Xiaomin who was about to run out and swore in a panic: “Xiaomin, I, Gu Zhendong, swear on *** that I haven’t done any such thing. I’ve only held her hand, nothing else. She’s the one slandering and defaming me. You have to believe me.”
Wang Xiaomin pointed at Liu Cuixia and shrieked: “Liu Cuixia, have some shame! You don’t know which man you fooled around with, and now you want to frame it on Brother Zhendong. I tell you, no way!”
Liu Cuixia seemed to have gone all out. She patted her belly: “Whether it’s his or not isn’t up to you; my belly decides. Wang Xiaomin, let me tell you, you can’t get married. Wait until my child is born. For now, go to the hospital with me, or I’ll go to the Security Department and report Gu Zhendong!”
These ferocious words left everyone too shocked to speak.
Even the usually sharp-tongued Sister Hua was outmatched.
Whether true or false, these words were powerful enough.
Wang Xiaomin seemed not to have expected Liu Cuixia to be like this. She hesitated as she looked at Gu Zhendong, then pounced on him and started pounding: “Tell me, what exactly is going on?”
She began sobbing: “How can I believe you? What do you want me to believe you with?”
Gu Zhendong, in a rage, hugged Wang Xiaomin tightly and pointed at Liu Cuixia: “You vicious woman! Fine, let’s go to the hospital. Am I afraid of you?”
Unexpectedly, Liu Cuixia looked at the sobbing Wang Xiaomin and finally smiled as if she had let out a breath.
Pointing at Wang Xiaomin, she said: “Weren’t you so smug? Weren’t you so happy? Weren’t you so blissfully happy? Dream on! You thought you could smoothly get married and get everyone’s blessings? You don’t deserve it!”
Then she said loudly: “I’m not going to the hospital with you. What would an innocent young woman like me go to the hospital for? I’m just deliberately disgusting you!”
Under everyone’s shocked and incredulous gazes, Liu Cuixia walked out of the Neighborhood Committee’s office with her head held high.
Lu Qiaoge glanced at Sister Qiao, and Sister Qiao winked at Lu Qiaoge.
Who would have thought? Were young women nowadays all so fierce?
But these three people, well, they were all quite hard to comment on.
None of them were easy to deal with.
After this commotion, all the joy and happiness—even the bliss of registering marriage with their loved one—were gone for Wang Xiaomin and Gu Zhendong.
Both of them looked extremely upset.
Lu Qiaoge couldn’t discuss it with Sister Qiao, but actually, Liu Cuixia’s method of revenge couldn’t be said to lack brains.
It could even indirectly prove her and Gu Zhendong’s innocence?
Although she didn’t say it, Lu Qiaoge felt she had this idea too.
Right, did she come alone?
Lu Qiaoge stretched her neck to look out the window and saw a very capable-looking woman waiting outside.
Then, Liu Cuixia was pulled away by this woman.
She really hadn’t come alone.
Working at the Neighborhood Committee was fun; you could see all sorts of things.
In the end, Gu Zhendong and Wang Xiaomin still registered their marriage.
After they left, Ren Xiaocui ran to tell Sister Hua about the excitement from that morning.
She only stopped when Huang Juan stopped her.
Old Hu came over with his big tea mug and said to Lu Qiaoge: “Come with me later to handle the Food Factory procedures.”
Ren Xiaocui’s eyes lit up: “Director Hu, recruitment?”
Old Hu waved his hand: “No recruitment. We don’t know the prospects yet, can’t blindly hire workers. These volunteers are enough.”
He thought to himself, this was a fifty-fifty chance. If it succeeded, they could pay workers’ salaries and make money, but there was also a fifty percent chance of losing everything, the factory dissolving, and being mocked for wildly imaginative overreach.
So, better to keep a low profile for now.
Lu Qiaoge spent the entire afternoon with Director Hu running between several departments. Since it was internal review and internal factory setup, once approved, all the factory’s certificates basically came through.
Except for the hygiene permit, which required joint on-site inspection and review.
The appointment with the Hygiene and Epidemic Prevention Department was this Saturday.
After handling these matters, Old Hu and Lu Qiaoge simply went to the former Pickle Factory again.
In less than a day, it had changed dramatically.
Seeing Old Hu arrive, these people were extremely excited.
One had to admit, Old Hu carried a lot of weight.
After Old Hu encouraged them, their last bit of anxiety vanished.
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Lu Qiaoge knew that in this era, there was a very famous ballet called The Red Detachment of Women.
She and Qin Hengzhi were there to watch this one.
Normally, such ballets were performed on Saturdays or Sundays. Today was Tuesday, not a holiday, so why was there a performance?
They found out upon arrival: a leader from Beidu had come to inspect work, so the Provincial Art Troupe was putting on a report performance.
They queued up with special tickets and entered the theater.
Just as they sat down, she noticed someone looking her way.
Lu Qiaoge reminded Qin Hengzhi: “Do you know that female comrade over there?”
Qin Hengzhi glanced over, smiled, and looked deeply at Lu Qiaoge: “Do you still remember the day you walked into the wrong room at Chunfeng Restaurant?”
Lu Qiaoge was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly. She remembered.
“Of course. Your previous blind date, surname Lu, right?”
Qin Hengzhi leaned in slightly, his military uniform sleeve brushing her hand back ever so lightly.
His deep eyes locked onto Lu Qiaoge’s unwaveringly, close enough to see the fine shadows her eyelashes cast under the lights.
The crisp pine scent lingered at her nose, and Qin Hengzhi’s voice was low and husky: “No, that day’s blind date was you!”
What to say? Ask for monthly tickets?
Wishing the treasures a happy weekend!
