Chapter 111: Luo Ying’s Hateful Ways

Luo Ying was terrified at the thought of Zheng Qingsong possibly divorcing her. She walked towards him with shaky legs,

“Qingsong! Don’t listen to Yang Fen’s nonsense! She lied to you! She just wants to curry favor with Xu Weilan.

I didn’t! I really didn’t plot against you. I really fell into the river by accident. Qingsong!”

Zheng Qingsong felt a pang of sympathy for Luo Ying. This wife was nothing like him; she was shortsighted, petty, and even lacked in educating their children.

He could see her materialistic, mean, and petty nature reflected in their child. He was afraid that his child would become like her, focused on clinging to others, using sweet words and any means necessary to achieve their goals.

At that moment, he truly considered divorce. But there were more pressing matters to deal with.

Zheng Qingsong said coldly, “You deliberately smeared the military wife and slandered her! Apologize to them now!”

Luo Ying’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What do you mean? I smeared her? What I said is true! Her sister and she are both the same!

Why do you believe outsiders, not me? Zheng Qingsong! I know you dislike my background and think that I’ve held you back in your career.

But you can’t wrong me like this! You’re wronging me!”

Zheng Qingsong listened silently and insisted, “Apologize! Now!”

Fear crept onto Luo Ying’s face. “Zheng Qingsong! You can’t treat me like this! You’re not qualified! I’ve been married to you for thirteen years, washing and cooking for you, and having children! Why are you hurting me like this?

Why!”

Zhao Chunhua retorted, “He was working hard outside, wasn’t he? All his allowances were sent to you. He helped clean the house and take care of the children before he went home?

You did something wrong and just apologize! He hurt you? I think you were hurting him. You completely ignored his face, made trouble outside, and even brought up feudal society and royal princesses!

Why do you hurt him like this? You want to hurt him when his work is already dangerous! Ah!”

Luo Ying, unable to bear Zhao Chunhua’s words, looked at Zheng Qingsong. “Zheng Qingsong! You speak!”

Zheng Qingsong closed his eyes, looking at Xu Weilan and Xu Nian, filled with apology. “Sister Xu, Comrade Xu, I’m sorry.

It’s my poor family management that has brought you trouble.”

Xu Weilan saw the helplessness in the man’s strong frame. “Every family has its own issues. I don’t say whether I forgive you or not.

I just hope that Sister Luo Ying will not arrange anyone in the future. Why do women make things difficult for women?

I don’t care about Captain Zheng’s face this time, but next time, I will tear her mouth!”

She took Xu Nian’s hand and turned to leave.

Zheng Qingsong’s tense face relaxed slightly. He glanced at Luo Ying and went straight home.

Xu Moli sighed. Such a good person like Zheng Qingsong was ruined by Luo Ying.  She had heard her husband mention that Zheng Qingsong was one of the most promising people in the army, besides Qin Yan.

It was a pity that Luo Ying had plotted against him, otherwise, he might have had a chance to move up. Now, his progress might be slowed down.

Xu Nian was still unconvinced. “Sister Lan, this woman won’t admit defeat. I’m afraid she will plot against you and Qian behind your back.”

Xu Weilan leaned close to Xu Nian’s ear and whispered something.

Xu Nian’s eyes widened in surprise. “Is this really possible?”

“Of course!” Xu Weilan replied. She couldn’t ignore Captain Zheng’s face, but in private, she could do whatever she wanted!

This Luo Ying was so hateful! Her mouth stank worse than shit.

As they were discussing, Yang Fen caught up with them. “Weilan, Comrade Xu Nian, wait for me.”

Xu Weilan didn’t give Yang Fen a good look either.

Yang Fen’s eyes were filled with embarrassment. “Weilan, Weilan, I really didn’t say anything bad about you. Really not! In my heart, you are the best military wife.”

“I don’t deserve it,” Xu Weilan replied, feeling ambivalent towards Yang Fen.

Yang Fen was anxious. “Weilan, are you angry with me? You must be angry with me. Weilan, I’m sorry, I apologize. I shouldn’t have talked about your sister with Luo Ying. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

She looked humble and nervous. Others might think she was going too far, but Xu Weilan was about to respond when Xu Moli interrupted. “Sister Yang, what’s the point of just saying sorry? You did something wrong and expect people to forgive you with just one sentence. Isn’t the cost of making a mistake too low?”

Yang Fen was at a loss. “Moli, then… what should I do?”

Xu Moli sighed. “Okay, let’s go home.”

Yang Fen immediately caught up with Xu Moli. “Moli, we’re on the same way.”

Xu Moli glanced at Yang Fen. “How come you don’t understand the ways of the world.”

Yang Fen grinned. “So Moli, teach me. You know I have little education, no culture, and am stupid. You are an intellectual and you know a lot.”

Xu Moli couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Yang Fen was so stupid, she just had to give her some advice. “The ancients had people carrying thorns to ask for forgiveness, and now you come to apologize in person. What should I do, do you know?”

Yang Fen scratched her head. “I know about carrying thorns to ask for forgiveness. My son taught me to take off my clothes, carry a thorn on my back, and kneel down to apologize, but… I’m a woman.”

Xu Moli rolled her eyes; Yang Fen’s logic was flawed.

“Coming to apologize now! Who is still like the ancients?” Xu Moli muttered unhappily.

Yang Fen’s eyes lit up. “I understand! Thank you, Moli, you’re the best! I will never associate with Luo Ying again, and will only associate with you, Weilan, and Sister Chunhua.”

Xu Moli just wanted to say, “Don’t! Never see you again.”

Then, she ran away, feeling a terrible headache.

Meanwhile, at Zheng Qingsong’s house, he rolled up his sleeves to cook dinner.

Luo Ying was crying in the house, and when his eldest son saw this, he immediately frowned and ran to the kitchen, yelling, “Bad dad! You bully mom!”

Zheng Qingsong paused from cutting vegetables and looked at his eldest son, Zheng Jiang. “Dajiang, come here.”

Zheng Jiang, nervous, grabbed the corner of his clothes as he approached his father’s serious expression.

Zheng Qingsong told him everything Luo Ying had done outside today, ending with the question, “Do you think your mother was right?”

Zheng Jiang replied, “Mom was not wrong! If Mom said she was a bad woman, then she must be a bad woman!!”

Zheng Qingsong frowned, his face gloomy. “Then do you know that your mother is being used by others, and others are using her to cause trouble!”

The ten-year-old Zheng Jiang was precocious. “Aunt Qi Lu’s house has candy, biscuits, and many delicious foods.

Mom spoke for Aunt Qi Lu, and Aunt Qi Lu gave her candy and biscuits! Just by saying one word, you can earn so many good things. Mom is not wrong!

You bullied Mom and made Mom cry, so you are wrong!”