Chapter 239: Serves You Right, Messed With The Wrong Person, Huh?
Standing in the crowd, Chen Dafeng learned for the first time what it meant to have bitterness but be unable to speak it.
Looking at the fountain pen and notebook in Lu Qiaoge’s hand, and knowing her identity, Chen Dafeng finally shut her mouth.
Thus, the previously so arrogant Chen Dafeng now seemed like a bicycle tire that had gone flat.
Among the crowd were people who had been bullied by Chen Dafeng. Seeing this scene, they cursed inwardly: Serves you right, you’ve run into a tough one, huh? If you have the skill, go ahead and open your mouth to curse. Turns out you’re not fearless after all, aren’t you? Don’t you know fear too?
It seems everyone likes to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Seeing Chen Dafeng shut her mouth, Lu Qiaoge said mildly to the crowd: “Everyone, hurry home and eat.”
Old Liang in the crowd quietly turned around, involuntarily thinking of the former Lu Qiaoge.
Was that girl ever this sharp?
It seems that under sudden life-and-death changes, a person really can be stimulated to strive and forge ahead.
Just like Shen Yun now—under Lu Qiaoge’s stimulation, compared to before, she really seemed like a different person.
Not to mention him; even his son Liang Aishu was different from before.
Before, he would stand by the window reciting poetry at the drop of a hat, but ever since breaking up with Lu Qiaoge, no one had heard him recite again.
It was quiet, sure, but still something felt off.
Secretary He happened to pass by and saw this scene too. He was actually quite surprised that a single Lu Qiaoge could control the scene.
But actually, it felt only natural.
She laid out facts and reasoned, every sentence was right, every word was evidence. Dare you find any flaw in her?
Everything she did could stand scrutiny and wasn’t afraid of it.
Just like what she did just now.
Go check; there really are such clauses and regulations.
They were issued in the sixties, but really, how many people have used them to protect their own rights?
Just like Chen Dafeng—many people she had insulted were angry, of course they were.
For example, Master Liu from logistics; just because he gave her one less pair of gloves when distributing labor protection items, Chen Dafeng cursed him bloody. Old Liu was so angry he trembled all over and nearly ended up in the hospital, but he never thought to use those clauses to deal with Chen Dafeng. At most, he’d curse her behind her back, saying she was a tough nut not worth engaging, and chalk it up to bad luck.
Secretary He found it very interesting.
He thought again of what the Women’s Federation Chairman had told him: the preference for sons in the family courtyard had improved a lot now.
Not to mention Lu Qiaoge; take Fan Xiaoyu, she was another typical example.
Secretary He clasped his hands behind his back and left quite reassured.
At this point, the onlookers couldn’t keep surrounding either, and they all dispersed.
But almost all greeted Lu Qiaoge.
Some said: “Qiao Ge, you and Sister Qiao come to my house for dinner.”
Another asked: “Qiao Ge, when is your food factory recruiting?”
Someone else grinned: “Qiao Ge, does your younger sister have a partner yet? What kind is she looking for? I have plenty of young men on hand…”
The atmosphere, which should have exploded at a touch, became mild.
Lu Qiaoge greeted them one by one. After everyone had left, Lu Qiaoge suddenly tightened her little face, looked at Ding Zichuan, and said unceremoniously: “Comrade Ding, I’m going to criticize you. Solving personal matters in public is the most unwise approach. You’re not a child anymore; you can’t act on whim. Today’s incident started with your unreasonable entanglement. Shouldn’t you apologize to Comrade Meng?”
Meng Liben didn’t want to get entangled, but Lu Qiaoge meant well, and he couldn’t disregard that.
So he stood in front of Ding Zichuan, looking at him coldly.
Ding Zichuan hadn’t expected things not to go according to his plan.
He wanted to force Meng Liben and Wu Xiaoxia to divorce in front of everyone.
And he himself wanted to divorce Chen Dafeng too.
He really despised this woman to the extreme; compared to Xiaoxia, she was worlds apart.
But Chen Dafeng wouldn’t agree to divorce.
Now he could only force Meng Liben and Wu Xiaoxia to divorce first. If it dragged on another few years until their emotions deepened, Xiaoxia would have no chance of turning back.
He was going all out.
For this moment today, he had planned for over half a month.
He also knew Chen Dafeng had poor relations, so no one would bother notifying her, but who would have thought some shameless person who loves a spectacle would run off to tell her.
Otherwise, Chen Dafeng couldn’t have come back so quickly.
He hadn’t expected a Cheng Yaojin to kill out halfway.
Lu Qiaoge, the Neighborhood Committee Mediator.
She had subdued Chen Dafeng, sure, but what about his own matter?
And apologize to Meng Liben?
But he still said: “Sorry, I was too impulsive today.”
At this time, Wu Xiaoxia, who had been blocked behind by Meng Liben, stepped forward, trying to calm herself.
She knew today’s matter had to be settled.
Otherwise, she and Meng Liben’s life afterward wouldn’t go on.
She said in an icy voice: “Ding Zichuan, no one in this world can’t live without someone else, and there’s no regulation saying you must spend a lifetime together once married. Look, we divorced, I remarried, you married a wife too—everything’s fine, right? You live your life, I live mine.
Your unwillingness is nothing more than Chen Dafeng not putting up with you like I did, so you’re uncomfortable, upset. Later you found back one month’s salary, and you think, oh, turns out Wu Xiaoxia isn’t a thief, she didn’t steal my money to subsidize her mother’s home. So you, Ding Zichuan, come to me, wanting me to divorce, wanting to turn back. But how do you know I can still be waiting in place for you to turn back, for you to regret?”
Lu Qiaoge unexpectedly glanced at Wu Xiaoxia.
Earlier, she hadn’t intervened right away because she didn’t want Meng Liben to continue living with the fickle Wu Xiaoxia.
After all, seeing Ding Zichuan cry had really upset Wu Xiaoxia, making her cry too.
But she hadn’t expected her to say such words.
Ding Zichuan stared dazedly at Wu Xiaoxia.
Wu Xiaoxia was the same as before, gentle and beautiful, always speaking softly.
But something had changed somewhere.
Yes, her aura and demeanor had changed.
Before, she couldn’t argue with him and would end up sobbing hysterically from anger.
But now, with facts and reason, she left him without a word to retort.
A hint of smile and gentleness finally appeared in Meng Liben’s eyes.
Xiaoxia finally wouldn’t put up with it anymore and finally knew to retort Ding Zichuan.
Wu Xiaoxia continued: “Seeing you sobbing hysterically today did make me quite uncomfortable, but it was for the former me.
The Ding Zichuan in my memory wasn’t like this. You were never sad, you never thought yourself wrong—it was always me who was wrong, me who was sad, me who sobbed hysterically.”
Ding Zichuan frowned, gaze fixed on Wu Xiaoxia, not quite understanding what nonsense she was saying now.
Wu Xiaoxia: “Actually, talking to someone like you is pointless, right or wrong doesn’t matter. It’s all in the past. We’re all people who care about face, so for the future, I hope you’ll behave yourself.”
