Chapter 135: What Kind Of Beastly Nonsense Is This?
There are naturally many reasons for a man and woman to divorce.
Emotional discord, loving someone else, infidelity during marriage, one party being utterly inhuman and the other unable to endure it…
In short, marriage is a profound and unpredictable sea area. Once you set sail, no one can predict whether the future holds calm weather or raging waves, or perhaps just drifting aimlessly through life.
No one knows this!
Lu Qiaoge felt emotional inside, but being able to ask about the reason for the divorce was also good.
Sister Qiao frowned and asked Jiang Chusheng: “Wanqing, who is this, what’s really going on?”
Jiang Chusheng knew he had spoken out of turn, turned his head and didn’t answer, while Wei Xia covered her face and cried sorrowfully.
They all refused to answer this question.
Suddenly, the office was filled with an indescribable emotion.
It was just very complicated.
As Neighborhood Committee staff, they definitely had to stand on a fair position and could not criticize anyone based on personal preferences.
So, Sister Hua said to Wei Xia: “Don’t cry anymore, tears won’t solve the problem. Now talk about your situation. Do you have a work unit? Do you have any health issues?”
Jiang Chusheng said: “She has a work unit, works at the shoe factory in Wangjiang District, and is in good health.”
Sister Qiao: “I didn’t ask you, I asked Wei Xia.”
Jiang Chusheng irritably grabbed a handful of his hair. He knew this marriage wouldn’t be easy to divorce.
But Wanqing had wasted more than ten years because of him. Wanqing couldn’t wait, and neither could he.
The women at the Neighborhood Committee were all nosy.
Ask ask ask, what are you asking? Just handle the procedures quickly.
Everyone who comes here wants to divorce. Otherwise, who would come here for no reason?
Wei Xia murmured: “What he said is correct, but I don’t want to divorce.”
Jiang Chusheng said viciously: “Whether you want to or not, we’re divorcing.”
Sister Qiao and Sister Hua exchanged a glance. This was a case of being dead set on divorce. Usually, when a woman is dead set on divorcing, it might not succeed, but once a man is determined, the marriage basically can be divorced.
Sister Hua asked: “What is the reason for your divorce?”
Jiang Chusheng said without thinking: “Emotional discord.”
No more feelings, can’t go on—this was a reason many people would use.
Sister Qiao smiled and said: “Comrade Jiang, I won’t ask who Wanqing is or what’s really going on. I just want to advise you that it’s not easy for two people to be together. You’ve been together for more than ten years, and you have four children. If not for anything else, for the children, you should think it over more. Besides, your youngest son is only three years old. Can you bear for him to lose his father at such a young age? They are all our country’s future. A broken family is not conducive to the children’s healthy growth.”
Wei Xia cried even harder.
Her voice choked as she complained: “I’m not someone who didn’t give you a son. We now have both sons and daughters. How can you be so heartless as to say divorce and just divorce?”
Jiang Chusheng was completely unmoved, truly steadfast without any shaking.
He just said: “I’ll leave the house to you. You can live the same with them. Besides, I haven’t really taken care of the children on a daily basis. It doesn’t matter if I’m there or not. Moreover, you can find another man. I don’t mind if they call someone else daddy.”
Everyone looked at each other in dismay.
What kind of beastly talk was this? Jiang Chusheng, which work unit are you from? You’re simply mad with desperation to divorce.
So, Sister Hua, with a cold expression, carefully examined the letter of introduction, household registration book, and marriage certificate.
Jiang Chusheng was a worker at the subordinate steel mill, and Wei Xia was a worker at the Wangjiang District shoe factory. This was a dual-income household.
It was just that Jiang Chusheng’s attitude was too resolute, making this mediation work difficult.
Lu Qiaoge generally wasn’t good at advising people to make do and stay together. She focused on child custody.
She asked: “Have you written the divorce application?”
Jiang Chusheng hurriedly took out the divorce application. No one expected that Wei Xia would rush forward and, with Lu Qiaoge not bothering to stop her, snatch the divorce application from Jiang Chusheng’s hand and tear it to shreds.
From her eyes, it was clear she really liked Jiang Chusheng and wanted to live well with him.
“I’m not divorcing, I just won’t divorce. Find whoever you want, I won’t care about you or sue you, as long as you don’t divorce.” She almost roared these words.
Jiang Chusheng’s expression was icy cold as he pointed at Wei Xia with his finger: “Wei Xia, tearing up the divorce application is useless. Don’t say these useless words. This marriage I’m definitely divorcing!”
He then asked Sister Hua: “Will you handle the divorce procedures or not?”
Sister Hua originally wanted to scold him a few times but felt it inappropriate, so she just frowned and said: “You’ve seen it yourself, she doesn’t agree, and her emotions are extremely agitated. According to regulations, in this state, we won’t handle the divorce procedures.”
Sister Qiao also said: “Marriage freedom—this isn’t just your freedom to divorce. Wei Xia also has the freedom not to divorce. Isn’t that the reason?”
Jiang Chusheng’s expression darkened: “If she keeps disagreeing, does that mean I can never divorce?”
Lu Qiaoge nodded: “In principle, yes, but specifically how depends on how you handle your marriage. For example, how to nurture the children, how to arrange their future education work?
Also, it seems like you’re leaving with nothing, but I feel you’re evading responsibility. Although the house is your own, the problem is, this house only provides a place to live for her and the five mother and son, but you won’t handle anything—what will they eat and drink?”
Of course, he might also be an irresponsible man who not only doesn’t support the family but also asks his wife for money.
If that’s the case, then divorcing would be a cause for celebration, but if it’s really like that and Wei Xia still doesn’t agree to divorce, then there’s truly nothing to say.
Even if it’s suffering, some people enjoy it willingly.
Sister Hua and Sister Qiao looked at Lu Qiaoge. This girl always thought of different angles. Given the situation, advising them to live well together wasn’t suitable to say anymore.
Hadn’t they seen Jiang Chusheng looking at them with unkind glances?
Sister Qiao said: “Comrade Jiang, have you thought about the questions I asked you earlier?”
Jiang Chusheng shook his head with an ugly expression.
Sister Qiao: “You can want to divorce, but four children definitely can’t be supported by Wei Xia alone. Would you have to sell the house? Then where would they live?”
Sister Hua said to Wei Xia: “Little Wei, see that he really wants to divorce you. If he keeps insisting, we’ll eventually have to handle the procedures for you. The question is, what requests do you have? Think ahead. From what he said, after the divorce he’s going to form a new family, so how do you plan to nurture the four children? How much child support do you need him to pay each month? You need to have a plan in mind.”
Wei Xia’s hands were tightly clenched. She painfully lowered her head, tears flowing down silently.
Lu Qiaoge said to Wei Xia: “Come, tell me how much money your four children need each month.”
Jiang Chusheng frowned: “We’ll handle the children’s nurturing ourselves, no need for you to worry. Besides, it’s not just me—she needs to bear half too…”
