Chapter 55 Marrying you means you won't suffer, but your life will be miserable.
Although Wang Qingshan was a veteran in the army, his work ability was mediocre, and his subordinates did not think highly of him.
Rather than promoting him, the team prefers to give opportunities to outstanding young people like Jiang Anchao.
Yuan Tengzhen held the teacup, his eyes revealing admiration.
“If I get promoted one more time, I’ll probably work until retirement. But you’re different. You’re so young, your future is immeasurable.”
Little Zhizhi blinked her eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Does this mean praising Dad for being smart?
Did the leaders decide to give Dad a little red flower as a reward?
The adults chatted for a while longer until the sun went down. Uncle Yuan glanced at the time and realized it was getting late, so he prepared to go home.
Zhizhi was led by her mother's hand as they went out to see Uncle Yuan off.
"Oh, don't bother seeing me off. It's only a few steps away, why are you being so polite?"
Just as they reached the door, Yuan Tengzhen waved his hand, signaling them to go back inside.
It gets dark early now, and it's freezing cold inside without a stove.
He also felt sorry for the children who had come all this way, and that he shouldn't have to catch a cold while seeing them off.
Jiang Anchao smiled amiably, "Brother Yuan, then we won't see you off. Let's get together another day and have a good drink."
"Haha, alright! I'll drink you under the table, kid!"
Yuan Tengzhen readily agreed, then turned and bent down to pinch Zhizhi's cheek. "Do you want to come with your godfather? Your godfather made a little wooden horse. It's so much fun to ride it and rock back and forth."
Zhizhi covered her mouth and giggled.
Adults are so strange.
Aunt Wen and Uncle Yuan would ask again every time they left.
Before the cub could answer, Aunt Cuiping and an uncle came over.
"—Former Political Commissar? You're here. No wonder I couldn't find you at your house earlier."
Hearing the sound, Zhizhi looked over curiously.
Is this Aunt Cuiping's husband?
He looks dark and thin, with small but bright eyes. How come this uncle, who looks like an old man, was able to marry such a beautiful wife as Aunt Cuiping?
Upon seeing Wang Qingshan, the former political commissar's smile faded slightly. "What's up? Did you need something?"
“Look at what you’re saying. My wife works as your nanny, right? It’s all thanks to you for taking her in and giving her a chance. I had to come here specifically to thank you. Tell me, what can a rural woman like her do? It’s all because you’re kind-hearted and think of me, your brother.”
Wang Qingshan spoke casually, his shrewd eyes darting back and forth between Yuan Tengzhen and Jiang Anchao.
He grinned and tried to get closer to her, "Brother Yuan, from now on, if you have any dirty or hard work, just let Cuiping do it. That's the good thing about rural women; they work as hard as donkeys. Don't complain if she doesn't want to ask. If she does anything wrong, just tell me, and I'll deal with her when I get back!"
Upon hearing this, Cuiping's eyes shrank back slightly.
Yuan Tengzhen's expression gradually turned serious. "Go back three generations, whose family didn't come from a peasant background? Aren't you being a bit too disrespectful to Cuiping with your words?"
"Oh dear, what does she care about saving face?"
Wang Qingshan reached out and pulled Cuiping over, pushing her in front of the crowd and arguing, "If it weren't for her ability to endure hardship, I would have divorced her long ago. Of course she should be grateful for the job you've given her."
Little Zhizhi couldn't help but blurt out, "Is that suffering? That's just bad luck."
The child's voice was neither too loud nor too soft; only a few adults nearby could hear it.
Jiang Anchao pursed his lips tightly to keep himself from laughing out loud at this moment.
Zhizhi, Zhizhi, you're not very old, but you speak very insightfully.
Cuiping is such a good woman, but she married a good-for-nothing like Wang Qingshan. Isn't that a miserable fate?
Yuan Tengzhen waved his hand, interrupting Wang Qingshan's long speech, "Women hold up half the sky. Cuiping has always been very responsible in her work. Don't make it sound like she's nothing."
He couldn't be bothered to deal with Wang Qingshan; the man's character was truly worrisome.
He used to go to the performing arts troupe often when he had nothing to do, and he would strike up a conversation with any pretty girl he met.
We're all men, who doesn't understand his scheming ways?
After serving in the army for several years and obtaining an urban household registration, and receiving a few meals of subsidized grain, he became so proud of himself that he no longer knew anything.
He was single-mindedly focused on kicking out his rural wife and marrying a city girl so he could have face and brag about it.
Even a fart in the military dependents' compound could be heard next door. Everyone knows that Wang Qingshan has three major life events: smoking, drinking, and beating his wife.
Only Cuiping, with her good personality, could tolerate him.
Otherwise, with his personality, he can only dream of marrying a stylish city wife!
Wang Qingshan noticed that the political commissar was somewhat unhappy, so he quickly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Commissar Yuan, um... I actually have something to discuss with you. Why don't you come over to our room and sit for a while?"
"No, no." Yuan Tengzhen shook his head, speaking in a businesslike tone, "It's too late for me to sit down. Just tell me what you need."
"Ahem..."
Wang Qingshan glanced hesitantly at Jiang Anchao beside him.
He didn't want to discuss the promotion in front of his competitors.
But who knew the former political commissar would be so disrespectful! Cuiping was doing work for his family, so wasn't that her own family contributing?
The former political commissar didn't remember anything good about him at all!
Jiang Anchao realized that his presence was inappropriate, so he covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Brother Yuan, it's too cold. You guys chat first, I'll go back now."
After being reminded, Yuan Tengzhen understood what Wang Qingshan wanted to say.
He sighed inwardly, feeling helpless, and really didn't want to pay any attention to Wang Qingshan's scheming.
"You don't need to leave."
As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Qingshan and bluntly asked, "Are you asking me about this year's promotion selection?"
Wang Qingshan's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"The organization has taken these things into consideration, so you don't need to be too nervous. What belongs to someone will belong to them; it's not something I can decide on my own."
At this moment, Yuan Tengzhen's tone was completely different from when he was at the Jiang family.
He glanced at his two subordinates and spoke in a very businesslike manner.
"The appointment will be announced in a couple of days. Just go back and wait for the news."
After saying that, he walked past Wang Qingshan and headed straight home.
Hearing the tone of those words, Wang Qingshan's expression became somewhat awkward for a moment.
His small, beady eyes sized up Jiang Anchao, and almost instantly a more eager smile appeared on his face. "Brother Jiang, tell me the truth, did the former political commissar also inform you about your promotion? Did he decide on you beforehand?"
Jiang Anchao frowned almost imperceptibly.
He couldn't possibly betray the former political commissar at this time, especially since his relationship with Wang Qingshan had always been superficial and they weren't that close.
"How could that be? I didn't receive any news. Brother Qingshan, where did you hear this rumor from?"
Jiang Anchao pretended to be completely oblivious to what was happening.
Wang Qingshan didn't believe it, but he also knew he wouldn't get any information out of him.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then forget it." Wang Qingshan's words were dripping with sarcasm. "Who told the former political commissar to have such a good relationship with your family? We hard-working people can never catch up with those who are sycophants."
When Xiao Zhizhi heard what this bad uncle said, she couldn't help but roll her eyes to the sky.
"Uncle, if you can't get the information, don't blame the road. What kind of person are you to make things difficult for my dad? My dad isn't dough; you can't make him any more chewy and delicious by throwing and beating him!"
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