Chapter 269: There Are Plenty Of Fish In The Sea
Lu Qiaoge was thinking again about the words Xiao Cangcang had said to her.
She really hadn’t expected that Lin Junfeng was still such a romantic.
People’s affections always have two sides.
Being heartless to you doesn’t mean he is heartless to her too.
This thing can’t be put into words.
But these two are pretty mean, and Haiyun’s personality should be similar to Yu Rui’s, so she is the one who suffers.
That makes sense—if she wasn’t hurt too deeply, how could she possibly not even step into her son’s home.
Lu Qiaoge put on her clothes and prepared to go to work; this was a set of sportswear bought at the exhibition fair.
It was a thin fabric style, dark blue, and very comfortable to wear.
But because the exhibition fair was organized through Lu Qiaoge’s connections, many people are wearing this kind of sportswear nowadays.
Lu Qiaoge discovered an interesting phenomenon: people in this era aren’t afraid of wearing the same clothes—not only are they not afraid, they particularly like everyone rushing to buy the same style.
Lu Qiaoge actually didn’t mind either.
Anyway, she looks good in anything!
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In the afternoon at work, Sister Hua and the others also told Lu Qiaoge about Wei Sixin coming to find her.
Obviously Sister Hua knew quite a few inside stories and exhorted Lu Qiaoge not to agree to go to Lin Junfeng’s home.
Lu Qiaoge nodded; she definitely wouldn’t go.
But she wouldn’t avoid her either.
She didn’t go to the food factory; Master Kong over there seemed to be on the verge of reaching the threshold of success.
She needed to properly organize the recent work here.
She also needed to write a notice for Sister Hua and stick it on her desk.
The main content of the notice was the various regulations that needed to be followed.
Lu Qiaoge looked at a piece of paper on the wall; it was quite old, the paper had turned yellow, and just then Old Hu passed by and saw Lu Qiaoge looking at the 《Neighborhood Committee staff work rules》 posted on the wall, so he casually said to Lu Qiaoge, “You’re not going to the food factory this afternoon, right?”
Lu Qiaoge: “No, I need to organize the recent work.”
Old Hu nodded and said, “While you’re at it, recopy this work rules.”
Lu Qiaoge agreed.
She went to Elder Sister Tong to get some white paper.
There were no printers now; everything relied on hand copying.
So people with good calligraphy really had an advantage.
Just as she was about to write, a woman entered the general office and walked straight toward Lu Qiaoge.
Sister Qiao was startled, thinking it was Deputy Director Wei.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Song Jianfeng’s mother; everyone called her Aunt Song.
When Aunt Song saw Lu Qiaoge, a gleam flashed in her eyes and she tried to grab Lu Qiaoge’s hand, but Lu Qiaoge deftly avoided it without letting her lose face; instead, she pulled over a chair for her to sit and said mildly, “Look at you, sweating all over your head—sit down and catch your breath first.”
Aunt Song looked at Lu Qiaoge and pleaded in her tone, “I heard you were in the same class as Shi Xiangqin, even desk mates; Qiao Ge, help Aunt out and help your Older Brother Ding too—get Xiangqin to make up with him, okay?
My son said the wrong thing and regrets it; his idea was wrong too. I… I don’t need them to take care of me or serve me. My body can do anything; I don’t need their care. If they think I’m in the way, I can move out.”
Lu Qiaoge said firmly, “No, since Shi Xiangqin herself has decided to break up with Song Jianfeng, even parents can’t interfere with her decision without principles, let alone us.”
Aunt Song hadn’t expected Lu Qiaoge to refuse so bluntly; her mouth moved, and she said again, “They say it’s better to tear down ten temples than break a marriage. They’ve been together for a year and were about to get married—breaking up just like that, my son can’t accept it.”
Lu Qiaoge said mildly, “Aunt Song, Song Jianfeng is very filial to you; all us cadres in the general office can see that clearly, and we’re moved by that too. But as for Shi Xiangqin choosing to break up with him, we can only express regret.
Our country has always advocated marriage freedom, and the same goes for dating: young people stay together if they get along, break up if they don’t—that’s all normal. As elders, you can advise and give suggestions, but you can’t interfere without principles.
In your family’s situation now, as an elder, you should advise your son to calm down and be rational. Besides, there is plenty of grass in the world—why are you so hung up on this, Aunt Song? The next one might be even better. Alright, Aunt Song, I have a lot of work tasks today, so I can’t keep you company.”
Lu Qiaoge smiled politely at Aunt Song and began copying the Neighborhood Committee work rules.
Lu Qiaoge sat there, her delicate features with eyes cast down, her posture holding the pen graceful too; at this moment, she seemed to form her own world that others could no longer disturb.
But that wasn’t important; what was important was that indefinable temperament created a sense of distance.
And this sudden sense of distance made Aunt Song open her mouth but not dare to speak to her.
Just then Deputy Director Huang came over to discuss something; seeing Aunt Song, he frowned, then pulled her away.
As they walked, he said to her, “You came to the Neighborhood Committee to find us—does your son know? I advise you, it’s best to meddle less in young people’s affairs. Don’t you know the more elders interfere, the messier it gets?”
Neighborhood Committee work was just like this.
Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts, neighbor disputes—with tens of thousands of people, a single word, a needle, or a spoonful of vinegar could spark a conflict.
They saw cases like Aunt Song’s all the time.
People in the office didn’t even bat an eye.
Deputy Director Huang sent her away.
Some people are worth reaching out to help, but for others you can’t reach out—doing so might harm someone else.
After sending her off, though, Deputy Director Huang came back and said to Lu Qiaoge with a wry smile, “What ‘there is plenty of grass in the world,’ what ‘the next one might be even better’—where did you hear those words? Don’t say that kind of thing to the masses in the future, got it?”
Lu Qiaoge chuckled, “Got it.”
Lu Qiaoge quickly finished copying the Neighborhood Committee work rules—six sheets of paper in total, neatly posted on the wall of the general office.
Next, Lu Qiaoge prepared to organize the work plan.
Unexpectedly, a gentle voice asked softly at the main door, “Hello, sorry to bother you—I’d like to ask if Comrade Lu Qiaoge is here?”
The voice was very pleasant; one could imagine that its owner must be very gentle too.
Everyone looked toward the main door.
It was rare to see someone so polite in knocking and asking so politely.
After all, the general office door was open.
People could come and go freely.
Whether coming to register a marriage or crying and shouting to resolve a dispute, few stood at the doorway knocking and asking in a gentle voice.
This voice naturally brought goodwill.
Deputy Director Huang was stunned for a moment, then said enthusiastically, “Oh, it’s Deputy Director Wei—why knock? No need to be so polite, come in, come in.”
Then Deputy Director Huang subtly glanced at Lu Qiaoge before going out to greet her.
Lu Qiaoge saw a young woman at the doorway with a round face and phoenix eyes, her hair combed in a ear-length short style.
Many women in this era liked ear-length short hair.
But this hairstyle was very demanding on face shape.
However, it suited Wei Sixin perfectly.
She was already very pretty, and this hairstyle made her seem even more gentle, yet with a touch of capability amid the gentleness.
