Chapter 64 Uncle Wang is a toad, just so-so.
Xiao Zhizhi had a head full of question marks.
Which villain reported Dad?
Just the day before yesterday, Uncle Yuan said he was going to promote Dad. Now that he's been reported, won't that directly affect his future?
Damn it!
Which bastard is it?!
The little cub crept closer, trying to hear more clearly.
But Jiang Anchao had already hung up the phone. He stood in the phone booth, silent for a long time.
He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette, intending to light one for himself.
But seeing his daughter watching him from a short distance away, he silently put the cigarette back in his pocket.
Never mind, I can't let my daughter be bothered by the smell of smoke.
Jiang Anchao forced a smile and waved to his daughter.
"Zhizhi, what are you doing here?"
Jiang Anchao was a typical northern man who always reported good news to his family but never bad.
Even if something terrible happens outside, never bring negative emotions home.
He hoisted his daughter onto his shoulders and said with a smile, "Dad's on vacation lately, how about we go out for a walk?"
Zhizhi pursed her lips, remained silent for a long while, and then asked, "Dad, are they stopping you from working because of Zhizhi?"
"How could that be?" Jiang Anchao pinched her soft little face and said gently, "It's just a temporary suspension, consider it a vacation. What does it have to do with Zhizhi? Don't overthink it."
That phone call was from the former political commissar.
He was on good terms with me, so he gave me a heads-up beforehand to prepare myself.
It is said that someone anonymously wrote a letter of complaint and submitted it to the military region, mentioning several important mistakes he made, such as forcibly taking someone's daughter and beating people in the street.
This is a crucial time for him to be promoted, and the content of this whistleblower letter could seriously affect his chances of being selected.
Although his superiors completely trusted him, they couldn't pretend they hadn't seen the whistleblower's letter.
So let him rest for a while and put this matter aside for now.
He did it, so he should bear all the consequences himself. It has nothing to do with Zhizhi.
"But Dad, if it weren't for Zhizhi, you wouldn't have argued with the bad dad. This isn't your fault."
Jiang Zhizhi lowered her head sadly, "That scoundrel who reported you is a jerk! He badmouthed you behind your back, he'll definitely run into trees and choke on water in the future!"
"Okay, okay, don't be so downcast, these are nothing."
Jiang Anchao took the matter in stride. He carried Zhizhi home, saying, "As long as you stay, I'll be content."
"Dad, don't worry, even if you lose your job and can't earn money, Zhizhi can still support you!"
The little cub patted his chest and solemnly promised, "Zhizhi has a little stash of money, and we've saved up a lot of pocket money. Our family has enough food to last a very long time. When Zhizhi grows up and goes to work, all the money she earns will go to Daddy!"
Children's words are always straightforward and honest, leaving Jiang Anzhao momentarily stunned.
Having raised two sons, there was little opportunity for father and sons to connect and communicate. Now he truly understands the difference of raising a daughter; what father wouldn't be moved by what his daughter said?
He finally understood what it meant for a daughter to be her father's little cotton-padded jacket.
With Zhizhi's words, you won't feel cold even in the dead of winter without wearing a cotton-padded coat.
"It's so good to raise a daughter! If you raise a son, he'll just pull the plug when he gets old. But if you raise a daughter, she knows how to earn money for her dad to spend. She's such a good daughter!"
Jiang Anchao lifted her high, and this time he laughed from the bottom of his heart.
A blush crept onto the little cub's cheeks; he was clearly a little embarrassed by the praise.
She pinched the hem of her clothes and whispered, "I promised Daddy that I would buy him candy and bury him in a grave when he falls asleep. I remember everything."
Jiang Anchao: "...Kid, sometimes you don't need to have such a good memory."
He really wasn't sleepy yet.
It's not too late to bury him when he's old; after all, he's only twenty-seven, it's still early.
The father and daughter walked into the alley, their shadows gradually lengthening.
"Dad, it must have been Grandpa who told Sang Lao Er the address, right?"
"It's hard to say, it could also be your uncle."
"Can we find an excuse to go back and give them a good scolding to vent our anger?"
"Dad may agree, but your mom might not."
“...Let’s not do that then.” Zhizhi thought for a moment, then asked, “After Aunt Cuiping’s house is properly fenced off, shall we bring her a gift to visit her?”
"Sure, what do you want to give me?"
"Let's send a banner that says 'Happy divorce, free from suffering.'"
Jiang Anchao chuckled, "Wang Qingshan will probably be so angry he can't sleep at night, right?"
"He deserved it!"
The little cub snorted, clearly unwilling to mention Uncle Wang, the abusive domestic worker.
Just as the father and daughter were having a good time complaining, they bumped into Wang Qingshan, who was standing in the corner smoking.
Upon seeing it was him, Jiang Anchao's face instantly darkened.
He covered his daughter's mouth and nose, not wanting her to smell even a trace of smoke.
Just as she passed Wang Qingshan and was about to head home, Wang Qingshan suddenly burst out laughing.
"What are you pretending for? You're putting on airs, but you're still suspended, aren't you?"
Wang Qingshan glanced sideways at the father and daughter, his eyes filled with barely suppressed mockery. "Jiang Anchao, you say I'm a bad person, but it seems your private life isn't much better than mine, at least..."
His gaze swept across Zhizhi's face, his tone even more contemptuous, "I won't offend a whole bunch of people for the sake of a burden."
Jiang Anchao put his daughter down and patted her, "You go home first."
"dad... ..."
Xiao Zhizhi looked at Wang Qingshan warily; she didn't want to leave.
She feared that Wang Qingshan might use some kind of trickery again.
Jiang Anchao coaxed her gently, "It stinks here, and there's a toad whose mouth sounds like a latrine exploding. Don't let the smell bother you, go back."
"Oh..." Zhizhi nodded understandingly. As she passed Wang Qingshan, she deliberately pinched her nose and fanned herself. "Ugh, it smells bad!"
"You!" Wang Qingshan was furious. He glared at Jiang Anchao, "You deserve it! You spoil the child all day long, making her completely unruly. She'll only ever be fit to hang out with hooligans, I'm telling you..."
'Bang!'
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Anchao, unable to bear it any longer, punched him in the face.
"You think I didn't know you were the one who reported me? Do you think you've covered your tracks perfectly? Hmm?"
Wang Qingshan covered his face and backed away, looking at him in astonishment.
How did he guess it was him?
Jiang Anchao flexed his wrists, then pressed down on his shoulder and punched him in the stomach again.
"Has anyone ever told you that when you kick someone when they're down, you can easily fall into the well yourself? I just got the news, and you're already here waiting for me. What? Haven't you had enough of my punches?"
When Jiang Anchao hung up the phone, he had already mentally reviewed the suspicious people.
Sang Lao Er did want to sue, but he wasn't well-educated and couldn't be that insidious.
There's really no one else besides Wang Qingshan who is both familiar with the military region's procedures and harbors resentment towards himself.
He reported himself because he didn't get a good outcome from the divorce and was holding a grudge.
Furthermore, if he really pulls himself down, the promotion spot will fall to him.
Jiang Anchao's disdain was almost overflowing. He grabbed Wang Qingshan by the neck and squeezed hard until the veins on his neck bulged.
"Didn't I tell you that you can insult me, but don't speak ill of my child? You have no right to judge my daughter. If I hear you say that a second time, I'll kill you!"
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