Chapter 134: I Don’t Want Any Of The Four Kids
A Xi didn’t suspect himself, so he wasn’t a complete bastard yet.
Of course, none of that mattered. What mattered was how to end it.
Secretary Xue naturally saw this scene too.
Her face immediately turned pale, and she stood rigidly in place.
If Chairman Zhen wasn’t here, she could still quibble, but Chairman Zhen was standing at the doorway, clearly having witnessed everything.
In just a few breaths, Secretary Xue had composed her emotions.
As long as she wasn’t caught red-handed in public, she just wouldn’t admit it.
Who knew who had let it in?
At this moment, Chairman Zhen’s usually calm and composed face finally changed.
He was very annoyed inside. Did they think the public security officers on the mainland were just eating idle rice?
Was it really because they couldn’t investigate it?
After all, besides the hotel waitress, only the secretary and his son could enter his room.
This couldn’t be hidden.
Anyone with eyes could figure it out with a moment’s thought.
It was either Secretary Xue or the bodyguard, or maybe Zhen Xi playing the thief crying thief.
No matter how you looked at it, the result was very frustrating.
Chairman Zhen’s face gradually darkened.
At this time, Lu Qiaoge had already gotten into the car with Huang Juan.
Secretary Zhou sat in the front passenger seat, and the driver headed toward the military factory.
Lu Qiaoge glanced at her watch, estimating that the gold watch had already been found.
Now it depended on how Chairman Zhen handled it.
Would he push Secretary Xue out to take the blame, or let his son take the fall?
She really couldn’t guess this one, since she didn’t know either of them well.
But clearly, this matter wouldn’t blow up, and the public security officers wouldn’t be involved anymore.
Once this was settled, the order would be up to fate.
Just because Zhen Xi had fired at her, Lu Qiaoge had no good impression of Zhen Xi.
Someone without integrity who did business based on mood wouldn’t go far and would sooner or later be taken out by his older brother.
At this time, Secretary Zhou also said, “Qiao Ge, I support what you said earlier. If you hadn’t spoken up, it would have made us seem cowardly and incompetent.”
Huang Juan agreed too. When Lu Qiaoge was speaking earlier, she and Secretary Zhou had exchanged gazes, both approving. What was there to fear offending? They were all young people; they needed backbone and couldn’t disgrace the military factory dependents.
Lu Qiaoge: “We can all understand how anxious Zhen Xi is over his mother’s only relic being lost, but he can’t make a mountain out of a molehill and attack everyone from Jiangcheng. Also, I think Manager Wang was right.
The reception specifications this time were very high; everyone from top to bottom had been strictly vetted. How could anyone steal the guest’s gold watch? If there really was such a person, they weren’t greedy for money—they were definitely an enemy agent out to sabotage.”
Secretary Zhou’s expression suddenly sharpened, and they said, “That’s a line of thinking too.”
As soon as they got back to the work unit, they would call Manager Wang and have him investigate thoroughly.
Secretary Zhou dropped Lu Qiaoge and Huang Juan off at the neighborhood committee and returned to the factory department.
Director Hu asked with concern how things had gone.
Before Lu Qiaoge could report, a man in work clothes dragged a woman in.
After entering, he went straight to Sister Hua. When he stood in front of her, he immediately let go of her hand, took out the household registration book and marriage certificate, and slammed them on the table: “I want a divorce!”
The woman burst into tears with a wail and stepped forward to grab the man’s hand, pleading, “Jiang Chusheng, I don’t want a divorce. Please don’t divorce me. We have four children. If we divorce, they won’t have a father. Please, I was wrong. I won’t get mad at you anymore, I won’t be stubborn. As long as you don’t divorce me, I’ll listen to everything you say. I won’t divorce; let’s go home, okay?”
The people in the general office had been busy with their own tasks, but at this moment, they all frowned in unison, watching the woman beg bitterly.
Such incidents weren’t new.
Over the years, Sister Hua had encountered all sorts of bizarre cases here.
Some women didn’t want to divorce and begged bitterly; some men didn’t want to and threatened with fists or kitchen knives.
Of course, there were also those who parted amicably.
But in truth, divorces were rare; marriages were far more common.
Sometimes there were dozens of couples in a single day.
Marriage was free, so if there was marriage, there was naturally divorce, but it had to be voluntary.
But this couple clearly had the woman unwilling.
If one party disagreed, the marriage wasn’t easy to dissolve.
Upholding the principle of “better to tear down ten temples than break one marriage,” they would start with persuasion.
Both Lu Qiaoge and Sister Qiao were mediators.
Since both were in the office today, they naturally went forward to get the facts straight.
Huang Juan said to Old Hu, “I’ll fill you in on what happened at the Swan Hotel.”
The two went to the office.
Sister Qiao and Lu Qiaoge also stepped forward.
Lu Qiaoge poured a cup of water for each of them and placed them on the nearby table. Lu Qiaoge said warmly, “This is plain boiled water; drink some to quench your thirst first.”
Over there, Sister Qiao pulled the woman to sit down. Jiang Chusheng looked at the woman with disgust and sneered, “Marriage is free now. Don’t try to talk me out of it. I am definitely divorcing Wei Xia.”
Lu Qiaoge was puzzled: if he disliked Wei Xia so much, how had they had four children?
Of course, maybe their relationship was good when they had the children, but now his heart had changed.
Sister Qiao said to Wei Xia, “Don’t cry. Let’s talk it out properly; things can always be resolved.”
Sister Hua flipped through the household registration book and said, “Although divorce is free, you have to think about the children. Your two eldest children are ten, and the youngest is only three. Even if you divorce, have you considered what to do with the children?”
Jiang Chusheng said, “I’ve considered it. I don’t want any of the four children, but the house and things at home all go to her. I’ll leave with nothing.”
Lu Qiaoge asked, “If you don’t want the children, what about child support?”
Jiang Chusheng frowned. “What child support? I’m giving her the house and things. Why should I still pay her child support?”
Lu Qiaoge’s voice was calm. “Are all four children your biological children?”
Jiang Chusheng hesitated a moment but nodded honestly. “They are mine.”
He couldn’t lie about this; they really were all his children.
Because they all looked like him.
What bad luck!
Lu Qiaoge took the marriage law, flipped precisely to a page, showed it to Jiang Chusheng, and said politely, “Article 15 of the marriage law stipulates that parents have the duty to nurture and educate their children… After divorce, the parent not directly nurturing the children must pay child support to ensure the children’s living needs, until the children can live independently.”
Jiang Chusheng choked, then said loudly, “Our house is from the first batch of privatized housing in ’55 under the housing reform. Giving the house to her and the children—isn’t that the same as child support?”
This wasn’t quibbling; there really were such private houses in the ’50s. After the 1970s, they were mostly welfare housing, but by the 1980s, the policy changed again.
Of course, that was beside the point. What Lu Qiaoge wanted to tell Jiang Chusheng was: “Even if it’s private housing, it needs to be appraised. Once the price is set, see if it equals the child support. If not, you still have to pay child support. But that’s just one aspect. Additionally, if Wei Xia lacks the ability to nurture them, you’ll have to raise all four!”
Jiang Chusheng clearly hadn’t thought of this and instantly widened his eyes, blurting out, “Wanqing was screwed over by her for twelve years, and now I have to help raise her kids too? Impossible!”
Everyone: “…”
That passage from the marriage law came from the internet. Also, begging the treasures for monthly passes—those with them, toss one my way. Thanks a million, thanks, thanks! Love you all!
