CH 147

After returning home, Sister He took off the expensive accessories she was wearing.

She smiled brilliantly, just like a mouse that managed to steal oil. She stared at He Songbai cheerfully and also looked at him for a long time.

"What's wrong with you?" He Songbai asked.

Sister He gestured while narrowing her eyes, "I've seen her. The girl is very gentle."

"Hmm."

"Go take her home."

He Songbai could not say anything. Her beloved had just divorced, and he had not finished the follow-up finishing work. If he came to provoke her now, it would still bring her the pressure of public opinion.

He spent three years alone cautiously and almost stalkingly, but he didn't want to give anyone a handle. Society is always too forgiving towards men but too harsh towards women. He Songbai's woman should not touch any dirty water. He was mean and shameless, but she was bright and clean.2

She did not shame her heart, she did not shame her relatives, and she did not discredit her former military sister-in-law.

Sister He looked at her brother's serious and upright but utterly disagreeable words and couldn't help but laugh.

"Other people don't know, but don't I know? That shop is yours."

After three years of study, Sister He has entered "Xiangbai" as a financial accountant. Her grandmother had taught her during the ten years that her brother was in prison. The old grandmother taught her all the knowledge in her life in order to divert her attention. She also expressed her hope, hoping that she had some skill and it would be sustenance in her heart.

He Songye can't speak, so she had a calmer personality and handled things more securely. At the beginning of "Xiangbai," it was very easy for her to settle the accounts.

Now that the company is getting bigger and bigger, Sister He can no longer complete the accounts by herself. She becomes the supervisor who checks the accounts every day. It is no surprise that she could know that the "Lanxiang" shop in the city was originally belonged to "Xiangbai."

He Songbai pleaded with his elder sister, "Don't bother her."

This is not possible. Sister He said quietly in her heart while the teasing smile on her face grew deeper.

For such a weak and thin girl, if her brother did not feel distressed, she would feel distressed for him.

After his sister's kind reminder, He Songbai found the property certificate on the same day and locked it in the safe forever, never letting it see the light again.

He rented the property at the intersection to Zhao Lanxiang for no reason. Whether it was windy or rainy or regardless of the severe cold weather, He Songbai could take a look at her after getting off work.

The headquarters of "Xiangbai" is only a ten-minute walk from the shop. The restaurant opposite the "Lanxiang" ready-made shop is his private property.

He could sit there with a pot of tea and able to stay alone all day.

He also saw the occasionally confused girl. She would be too tired and fall asleep and even forgot to close the shop door.

Sometimes she will also receive rude and unreasonable guests. He would help her solve it when he saw it. Most of the time, where he couldn't see, she resolved her difficult guests with her patience and responsibility.

When she was busy, she often forgot to eat. He Songbai had to ask the chef in his restaurant to make an extra portion and asked his eldest sister to come to the ready-made shop to buy clothes.

There is countless small goodwill that Zhao Lanxiang found in her new life, mostly from He Songbai's handwriting.

People thought, Why so many lucky things in life happen to this newly divorced woman?

Usually, not only would she be unlucky, but life would feel hard and make people cry.

...

Just as Jiang Jianjun tried to save his sad relationship with his wife, he suddenly received the "approval for divorce," including a divorce certificate and divorce agreement. When he opened this thick stack of documents, his heart fell rapidly, sinking all the way to the endless abyss. Chill spread from his feet to his heart.

He took the file and asked his immediate leader, "What's going on?"

The leader said, "This was arranged by your father personally. Why don't you know?"

There was a trace of disapproval in the surprised eyes of the leader. He lamented regretfully, "What a great talent you are, but you are confused about this kind of thing. If you are not divorced, do you have to wait for the scandal to come out before you leave?"

The meaning inside and outside of his words made Jiang Jianjun breathless.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is my father?"

"What scandal do I have?"

Jiang Jianjun's leader has always appreciated him. He took a leather document bag from the drawer and threw it in front of him. "Take it back and destroy it. Don't treat little Zhao too badly. She is a good military wife."1

Jiang Jianjun took the cowhide bag together with the divorce documents. His head was dizzy, and he was terribly panicked. The light bag in his arms was as heavy as a mountain for him, and he was suffocating—the coldness from the paper penetrated through his thick clothes all the way into his heart.1

He took out his key and unlocked the door of his house.

The house still looked like when Zhao Lanxiang left: spotless, with the warm and sweet fragrance she liked wafted in the air. But the hostess in the house seemed never to come back. Jiang Jianjun's fingers opened the thin white rope of the cowhide bag weakly and saw a copy of Fang Jing's impressive confession.

Attached is a picture of him in his untidy clothes hugging her to sleep.4

Jiang Jianjun's eyes were so red, they almost showed blood. He smashed the cup in his hand. The blood dripped on the clean mahogany table, gradually stained the white and neat divorce documents.

He murmured, "Lanxiang, that's not the case."

"I haven't done anything I should be sorry for... no."

It was a night a few years ago when he and his friends were drunk and did not go home. He opened a room in a guest house, and when he woke up, he saw a woman in her arms.

Jiang Jianjun is an extremely self-disciplined man. He has never been close to women and has always been a thousand miles away in the army. But after all, it was the woman who would suffer because of what happened that day. Jiang Jianjun didn't pursue Fang Jing's fault in the end, only scolded her fiercely.4

On the one hand, he was alert to Fang Jing, secretly alienating her, and on the other, it was painful for him to recognize the feelings that had fallen apart in the past.1

Jiang Jianjun had never seen this picture. After looking at it, he understood exactly what stimulated his wife before the miscarriage the year before, causing excitement, and she slipped in the kitchen. There was a cone of pain spread in his chest.