Chapter 297 The incident came to light
Chapter 297 The incident came to light
Chapter 297 The Truth Comes to Light
Sister Wang didn't want to get involved in this trouble and immediately regretted her loose tongue. She quickly waved her hand dismissively. "Ganmei, I can't say. You should go back and ask your Ganmei."
After saying that, he forcefully broke free from his wife's hand and ran away.
The wife, eager to please, grabbed the basin and ran home.
When they got home, the old couple, Zhuang Ganmei, and their two children had just gotten up.
Her face darkened. She threw the shopping basket to the ground and slammed the basin down on the table, her actions clearly showing her anger. Then, she took a dollar from her pocket and handed it to Zhendong and Zhenbei. "Zhendong and Zhenbei, let's eat out today. Your father and I have something to talk about."
Zhendong took the money, glanced at his younger brother, and the two of them, without even washing their faces or brushing their teeth, hurriedly left home after putting on their clothes and carrying their schoolbags, thoughtfully closing the gate behind them.
Seeing his daughter-in-law's posture, Grandpa Zhuang guessed that she probably knew about Ganmei. "Ganmei's daughter-in-law, what are you doing? Why are you smashing that basin?"
Ganmei's wife's eyes reddened, and her voice was angry. "Dad, Mom, this is none of your business. Today I want to ask what exactly is the relationship between Zhuang Ganmei and that widow Wang."
Zhuang Ganmei was brushing her teeth when she heard this. She stopped abruptly, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly rinsed her mouth, trying to explain. "Wife, who said anything to you? There's nothing between me and that widow Wang, really. If you don't believe me, you can ask her. We're completely innocent."
The woman, her emotions running high, pointed at him and screamed hysterically, "Then why are you cleaning the toilets? I told you you came back smelling terrible these past few days, turns out you were transferred to clean the toilets at the factory! What are you hiding from me?"
Seeing the situation, Granny Zhuang quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ganmei's arm, smiling. "Oh dear, let's talk this out. You're shouting so loudly, all the neighbors can hear you. Your father and I are so embarrassed. Ganmei already said that Widow Wang can testify that there's really nothing between them."
Grandpa Zhuang, sitting in his chair, chimed in, "That's right, don't you know what kind of person Gan Mei is? Those rumors outside are just gossip, you can't believe them."
"Fine, your whole family kept this from me! Zhuang Ganmei, I'm not living with you anymore, I want a divorce!" Ganmei's wife was both angry and anxious, her eyes red-rimmed, shouting as she turned to pack her things.
Seeing this, Zhuang Ganmei hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but was stopped by Old Man Zhuang.
Old Zhuang, his beard bristling and eyes wide, shouted, "Are you even a man? You can't even control your own wife, do you expect her to become like your sister-in-law, disrespectful to her elders? Tell her to leave!"
The beautiful woman glared at them fiercely, carrying two bags. "I'm leaving, and you'd better not regret it. I'm taking the child with me!"
Grandma Zhuang and Grandpa Zhuang always played the roles of the stern and lenient cop.
Seeing this, Granny Zhuang quickly grabbed her youngest daughter-in-law's hand and earnestly advised her.
“Ganmei, your father didn’t mean it that way. Ganmei didn’t do anything terribly wrong. We can’t just break up our family like this. Think about it, if we really get divorced, Zhendong and Zhenbei will be laughed at by others without their parents. They’ll have a hard time making friends when they grow up. What good family would want a child without parents? Think about the children.”
Ganmei's wife forcefully broke free from his grasp, her voice trembling with tears. "Mom, I'm going back to my parents' house for a couple of days. Ganmei, you should really reflect on your own problems."
As soon as her daughter-in-law left, Granny Zhuang frowned, secretly lamenting: with her daughter-in-law gone, all the housework and cooking would fall on her shoulders again.
Honestly, men are all a little bit philandering, what's so unforgivable about that, as long as their hearts are still at home?
Grandpa Zhuang sat to the side, leisurely fanning himself, completely unconcerned. "It's alright, her family home is pitifully small, she'll be back in a few days."
Zhuang Ganmei plopped down on the bed, looking at her father with extreme anger. "Dad, aren't you just stirring things up for no reason!"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang's father's glaring eyes instantly lost their momentum.
They had long since given up on Chao Ying, and now they only had Gan Mei as their son, so they couldn't afford to offend him again.
His tone softened instantly. "Why didn't you stop her earlier? I said a few words and you just let her go. You can't blame me for that, you're so naive."
Grandma Zhuang quickly tugged at the old man's arm and secretly winked, signaling him to stop talking so as not to add fuel to the fire.
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As evening approached, the sun had not yet set, and the sky was a deep red.
After dinner, Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling took a stroll along the street to digest their food.
Huang Ling was holding a popsicle.
"Chaoying, you've been on vacation at home lately, so you probably don't know what's going on at the factory. Ganmei has been transferred to the logistics department to clean toilets for personal reasons. Guess who told me?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Chaoying's face flashed a barely perceptible sneer. She took the half-eaten popsicle from the woman and thought to herself: Go clean the toilets.
He deserved it.
He's always been restless, messing around with women and being ungrateful. He's a complete ingrate, and now he's getting his comeuppance. Let's see how smug he'll be in the future.
This time, he wanted to see if the dealers still had the idea of taking advantage of him.
If they dare to do anything else underhanded, it won't be as simple as just cleaning the toilets.
A slight, meaningful smile played on his lips as he looked at Huang Ling and asked, feigning curiosity, "Who is it?"
As Huang Ling spoke, she shook her head slightly. "Wang Yu's mother works in the same workshop as Gan Mei. I ran into her when I went to the department store to buy underwear for Xiao Ting, Tu Nan, and Peng Fei. I really didn't expect Gan Mei to be out there messing around with women. Men, they're really unpredictable."
Zhuang Chaoying turned her head and looked at Huang Ling seriously. "You can talk about him, but don't drag me into it. I'm not like him at all. I'm a one-in-a-million good man."
Huang Ling was amused by his appearance, and smiled with her lips pursed, her eyes curving into crescents. "That's right, our Chaoying is good at making money, cooking, and is also very capable. No one can compare to her."
Hearing this, Zhuang Chaoying felt very happy and couldn't help but laugh out loud while eating her popsicle.
He thought to himself, "I'm actually quite capable, hahaha."
Seeing him laughing so happily, Huang Ling stopped in her tracks. "What are you laughing at? Are you overthinking things again?"
Zhuang Chaoying then came to her senses and realized that Huang Ling was gone. She quickly went to her and raised her hands in surrender. "No, Ling, I wouldn't even dare to think about it without your permission. I'll be obedient."
Huang Ling glared at him, took a step back, and kept her distance. "Be careful outside."
That's the downside of this era.
Married couples and young people who are dating should be extra careful about their words and actions when they are out in public.
If they get even a little closer, they're afraid of being gossiped about and accused of having illicit relationships, which would be a real problem.
Therefore, even though Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling had a deep affection for each other, they could only keep it to themselves in public, hiding their love in their unintentional glances and small gestures.
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