eurekapd Chapter 280 Zhuang Ganmei, when are you getting a divorce?
Chapter 280 Zhuang Ganmei, when are you getting a divorce?
Seeing Zhuang Ganmei's impatient look, Widow Wang quickly reached out and covered his mouth.
"Catch up with America, Daqiang wants to buy a pair of sneakers."
Zhuang Ganmei was burning with lust and didn't care about anything else. He impatiently took out twenty yuan from his shirt pocket, stuffed it into Widow Wang's hand, and then picked her up and carried her into the house, muttering to himself.
"It's done this time, right? Hurry up and come on over."
When Daqiang heard the door slam shut, his already clenched fists tightened even more.
He was already nine years old and quite sensible. He harbored resentment towards the man who frequently visited their home and also felt a slight grievance towards his mother.
Because of this man, he was often ridiculed by his classmates at school, who said he didn't have a father and that his mother was a philanderer.
But he also knew that his mother had never remarried for the sake of her three children, and had raised them all these years. If his mother abandoned them, they would really be left with no one to rely on, and they could not count on their grandparents at all.
He knew that his mother had her own difficulties, all for their sake.
The three children sat at the entrance of the courtyard.
The three-year-old sister looked up at her brother and asked in a childish voice.
"Brother, why do we have to sit at the door every time that uncle comes?"
Daqiang reached out and gently patted his younger sister's head. "Uncle has something to discuss with Mom, little kids shouldn't listen to him."
The younger sister nodded as if she understood, and said obediently.
"Brother, I understand. Let's sit here and wait obediently."
Looking at his younger sister's innocent face, Daqiang felt a pang of sadness. He secretly vowed to grow up quickly and protect his sister and brother.
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Fifteen minutes later, Zhuang Ganmei sat up in bed, panting, her slightly protruding belly protruding, and reached for the cigarettes on the bedside table.
His fingers trembled slightly as he finally managed to strike a match, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then casually tossed the burnt-out match into a jar next to the bed.
Widow Wang lay on her side, gently tracing circles on his chest with her fingers.
"Ganmei, when are you going to get a divorce? I can't wait even a day longer. You keep coming here every few days. Even if this place is remote and deserted, we might get spotted one day, and I can't stand the gossip from the neighbors."
Zhuang Ganmei frowned, a hint of impatience flashing across her face, but she quickly put on a smile and reached out to pat Widow Wang on the back.
"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. Divorce is no small matter, we need to find the right time. You have to understand me."
Upon hearing this, Widow Wang immediately propped herself up on her arms and stared intently at Zhuang Ganmei.
"No, you have to give me a straight answer today, give me a timeframe. I'm just following you around like this, without any official status or relationship. Do you just want to play around with me? Let me tell you, don't think I'm easy to bully."
For the past two years, Widow Wang has been raising her child alone, and life has been incredibly difficult.
Those older men with ulterior motives would try to take advantage of her from time to time, but she would always slap them back without mercy.
If a widow with children isn't assertive, she'll be bullied to death long ago.
She genuinely wanted to find a reliable man and live a peaceful life. Without a man at home, she felt insecure when things went wrong and could only grit her teeth and bear it all alone.
After Zhuang Ganmei finished his last puff of cigarette, he stubbed it out hard in the jar and reached out to touch Widow Wang's back.
"Shufen, you have to believe me and give me time. Divorce isn't that easy; there are tons of paperwork, and we have to appease the elderly and children at home. I swear, I will definitely marry you, so you can rest assured." As he spoke, he leaned closer to Widow Wang and kissed her.
Ten minutes later, Zhuang Ganmei got up and hurriedly put on her clothes, talking as she did so.
"If anything happens in the future, just have Daqiang go to the factory and give me a note. I'll come over as soon as I receive it."
Widow Wang slowly put on her clothes, watching Zhuang Ganmei walk out. She sneered inwardly: "Hmph, if you dare to lie to her, she won't let it go. You'll be sorry. We'll see."
Zhuang Ganmei walked out of the house, took a deep breath, tidied her hair, whistled off-key, went into the yard, got on her bicycle, and headed home.
All the way home, he was still thinking about how to explain things to his wife.
He parked the car in front of his house, looked down and sniffed himself. He could faintly smell the face cream that Widow Wang used. He frowned, patted his clothes hard to get rid of the smell, and then pushed the car and walked into the yard as if nothing had happened.
Hearing the noise, Ganmei's wife came out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula. "Ganmei, it's almost six o'clock, why are you only coming back now? The food is almost cold."
Zhuang Ganmei said impatiently as she parked her bicycle.
"Really, there's a big problem with some equipment in the factory that needs urgent repair. I've been working overtime for over an hour. Is there any food? I'm starving."
Mr. Zhuang was sitting in the main room watching television. “My dear wife, it’s normal for a man to be busy with his career and come home late. Hurry up and heat up the food.”
Zhuang Ganmei quickly agreed when she heard her father say that. "That's right!"
He went inside, plopped down in a chair, and waited for his wife to bring the food to the table.
Ganmei's wife turned around and went back to the kitchen to bring out the food. Watching Zhuang Ganmei wolf down his food, her doubts deepened. She felt that her husband had been acting strangely lately, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
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Zhuang Chaoying hummed a little tune as she slowly pushed her bicycle into her yard. Two brown paper bags were in the basket, containing plum blossom cakes she had just bought.
He parked the bicycle steadily in the corner of the yard and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. "Look what I bought."
Inside the house, a lively program was playing on the television, and four children sat around it, watching intently.
Hearing the voice, Xiaoting turned her head. "Dad, you're back."
"Uncle Zhuang!"
"Uncle!"
"You're back!" Zhuang Chaoying smiled as she walked into the house, gently placing the paper bag on the table. "I bought some plum blossom cakes, would you like some?"
Xiaoting immediately stood up from her chair and took the plum blossom cake. "I want some!"
She deftly unwrapped the package, gave everyone a piece, and then skipped and hopped to the kitchen, picked up a piece of plum blossom cake, and gently put it into her mother's mouth. "Mom, try it."
Zhuang Chaoying smiled slightly and turned to walk towards the backyard.
He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands.
Ah Ling was still holding a half-eaten plum blossom cake in her hand. He reached out and took off Ah Ling's apron, tied it around his waist, and then took the spatula from the side.