Chapter 222: Divorce Report: Can you just fight me if you want to?
Inside the small living room, the little boy who was eating noodles had no time to shout "Dad" before his father had already dragged his mother into the house and slammed the door from the inside.
Zhai Ximo dragged his wife into the room, with his back to the closed door, his brows furrowed, as if the decision he was about to make would make him sink deeper into the quagmire. "Now that things have come to this, I will file a divorce report to the regiment headquarters today!"
Wang Ziru didn't want to pay attention to him and turned her face to the other side of the bed. As a result, she heard the man say that he would file for divorce that day.
She slowly turned her face and looked at the man's chest, which was straight, and smiled: "Why don't you tell me about your romantic history in the army over the years?"
"Don't think you can do anything to me just because you went to the guesthouse yesterday!" Zhai Ximo raised his finger and ruthlessly exposed: "Was it Han Suijing who carried you downstairs yesterday?"
"In the end, did Commander Duan send you to the county town for medical treatment?"
"You are menstruating, and you have the two big men all around you, but you say I have another woman outside?"
Instantly, Wang Ziru's face showed a desperate and angry expression. She raised her head, and a mocking look appeared in her clear eyes: "What? Do you think you can still make excuses after being caught by me?"
Zhai Ximo was not to be outdone. He approached his wife and warned her, "You deceived me five years ago. We should have divorced long ago. Since you are so popular, we should divorce today. Go and pursue your happiness. Our Zhai family can't accommodate a living Buddha like you."
Outside the door, Zhai Qingsong froze there, listening quietly to the couple in the room attacking each other.
"You are absolutely right. I was so blind to marry into such a poor family like yours, the Zhai family."
"Okay, that's great. I'll go file for divorce now."
"You can file a divorce report whenever you want?! If you have the guts, go to the regiment headquarters now!" Wang Ziru was originally planning to wait for her uncle to get married before arguing with the man, but it seemed that he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with Wen Yiting.
Seeing that his wife looked very strong, Zhai Ximo didn't have time to waste with her.
The original purpose of bringing her to the army was to achieve a peaceful divorce.
However, the time happened much earlier than he had planned. He adjusted his mood a little. It was okay for Wang Ziru to know what happened last night, but he must not let anyone else know.
Zhai Ximo narrowed his eyes and quickly calculated in his mind, "After the divorce, you take the child back to your hometown, and I will provide child support until the child reaches adulthood."
"We haven't even divorced yet, but you're already eager for us to go back to our hometown? Do you think I'll go back to live in your thatched hut?"
Zhai Ximo gritted his teeth.
Suddenly I understood what she was planning. It turned out that she had already given up on the Zhai family!
"Do you regret marrying me? Since you also dislike the Zhai family's poverty, hurry up and come with me to the regiment headquarters at noon. I will tell you that we don't have a deep relationship and want a peaceful divorce. The child will be raised by you."
"Wen Yiting doesn't even plan to help you raise the child? You're not that good at what you do! Since you're divorced, why should I help you take care of the child? I'm already well fed." Wang Ziru pulled the man away, full of anger, and tore the door open.
At the door, a big one and a small one were standing outside.
Zhai Qingsong's face was very gloomy, his face was drooped, and tears were silently flowing in his eyes.
The young boy was not in a better state, his face was frozen. He had never expected that his parents were going to divorce, and neither of them wanted him.
“Wow~~Wow~~”
Baoer burst into tears out of grievance.
The child's miserable cry attracted Zhang Xiaoyu from next door, who came over and peeked in at the door.
Wang Ziru raised her head and glared coldly at the figure at the door, and the door suddenly became empty.
Turning her head, she reached out and patted the little boy's trembling shoulders, "Okay, stop crying, go eat some noodles, and after you finish, mom will take you to kindergarten."
"Mom, don't you want me anymore..."
"No! You heard me wrong. Mom just doesn't want your dad, not you." Wang Ziru hugged her son, turned her head slightly, looked at the man who walked out of the room, and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to come back to urge me. After my eldest brother finishes the banquet, I will go to the regiment headquarters to find the leader."
"Don't push your luck! I've already given you a chance!" Zhai Ximo's eyes were dim and he growled.
Zhai Qingsong grabbed his brother's wrist and asked in a low voice, "Did you really go to the guesthouse to see Miss Wen last night?"
His brother's eyes froze, and then he blamed his wife for the incident, pointing at Wang Ziru, "Did she just talk nonsense?"
"Old Third, you are a very smart person, but what's going on in your head? Why are you so confused now? Yesterday at noon, all the military wives saw the letter that Wen Yiting wrote to you!"
Zhai Ximo sneered and shook off his elder brother, "Don't worry about what happens between me and her."
"Oh! Speaking of my eldest brother's wedding, I remember that you had to write an IOU for the betrothal money. Now that we are divorced, you should pay the money back yourself."
Wang Ziru was unusually calm and had started preparing for a divorce since she returned home last night.
She let go of her son, turned around and walked to the rattan chair, and found a notebook and a pencil in the small school bag. "I borrowed 250 yuan. I'll write the IOU now."
“Why did you borrow so much money?!”
Even with his current salary, it would take several months to pay off the bill.
What's more, now that they are divorced, they still have to pay child support every month.
Wang Ziru's eyes showed deep contempt, and she said ruthlessly: "The betrothal gift is 200 yuan, and the other 50 yuan is to buy clothes for Big Brother and Cheng Xueru. You think it's more, but that's because you are poor and incompetent!"
Zhai Qingsong felt upset. He never thought that his family would end up like this.
He didn't want to become a burden to his younger brother, but he didn't want the third brother and his wife to get to the point of divorce.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he saw the third brother had already walked to the table with paper and pen, sat down, and actually wrote an IOU.
After writing the IOU, he angrily tore off the piece of paper with his name on it and threw it to his wife, "After my brother has the banquet, the regiment will ask you to investigate. I will submit the divorce report today."
"Whatever you want! I'll give this IOU to Commander Duan later."
"What did you say? Did you borrow this money from Commander Duan?!" Zhai Ximo forgot to ask where the money was borrowed from. He thought he borrowed it from Han Suijing. He was petrified on the spot.
Wang Ziru glanced at the contents of the IOU and was very satisfied that the man would write an IOU.
He folded it and put it in his trouser pocket, sneering: "I'll wait for the investigation of the regiment!"
Zhai Ximo was in a very bad mood. When he came out of the family compound and saw the cheers coming from the morning drill ground, he immediately adjusted his mood: "After I said the divorce, I felt relieved."
According to military regulations, morning drills are routine morning exercises for every soldier, including officers.
But while everyone was paying attention to Han Suijing's training performance, Zhai Ximo walked straight into the regiment's office building. When he entered the office, he heard the cheers and applause outside and walked to the window curiously.
Picking up the binoculars, he saw the training ground in the distance. Han Suijing and Commander Duan were both training on the ground.
There was a circle of soldiers and cadres around him.
The two figures were in strong postures. Han Suijing was holding the barbell in the air while spinning the iron ring around his waist. At first, I thought he was holding onto the horizontal bar.
It wasn't until he let the bell slip out of his hand that he realized something was wrong...
He didn't know that Han Suijing had previously served as a special forces soldier and had received special training.
Zhai Ximo sneered, "With such a backer, no wonder that woman is so arrogant! She even dared to go to the guesthouse."
Putting down the telescope, Zhai Ximo walked to the back of his desk and sat down. He took out the army paper and began to write a divorce report. After finishing it, he revised it twice, copied it again, and placed it on the desk of the class leader Wen, pressing it with the inkstone.
In the family compound, as usual, there was the sound of pots and pans clattering, and the voices of military wives urging their children to go to school.
Wang Ziru acted as if nothing had happened. After quickly washing up, she sat at the table and ate egg noodles.
Baoer sat upright in the chair, staring at his mother blankly.
"There's still so much in your bowl. If you don't finish it, you'll suffer if you get hungry in the morning." Wang Ziru turned her head and glanced at her adopted son who was staring at her nervously.
Seeing that his mother didn't seem so angry anymore, the boy quickly stood up from the chair, walked over and hugged his mother with both hands, "Mom, do you really not want me anymore?"
"No! Mom said she doesn't want your dad."
"Are you really going to get a divorce and not live together anymore?"
Wang Ziru nodded, "Yes! Mom will find you a new father in the future, one who is stronger than that Zhai guy, has more money, and knows how to care for us better."
"Will the new father dislike me? Zhang Xiaoyu said that the stepfather doesn't like other people's children."
"He's talking nonsense! The next time I hear him, he's done for." Wang Ziru said.
Zhai Qingsong had no appetite. He stood at the door, listening to the conversation between mother and son, feeling uncomfortable as if his heart was blocked.
After dinner and tidying up, Wang Ziru took her child to the town to send her child to school, and also took her uncle to the town to buy wedding supplies.
At the military gate, there were more than a hundred students, divided into two cars.
Most of the other military wives would not follow the car to the town. Only three or four military wives, whose children were still in kindergarten and who were worried about them, followed the car to the kindergarten gate.
Wang Ziru climbed into the carriage of the Dongfeng bus holding the child. The other children were already sitting in the carriage with their schoolbags on their backs, chattering non-stop.
When her son went to primary school in town, Wang Ziru sent him to kindergarten.
He turned around and went to the supply and marketing cooperative with his uncle.
She still had the national pass that Han Dixing had given her when she left her hometown, and this time it finally came in handy.
The two of them first went to a supply and marketing cooperative that sold shoes, socks and other clothing items. Seeing all kinds of sandals on the counter, Wang Ziru said, "Brother! Xueru told me two days ago that she would buy you a pair of leather shoes, so today I won't buy you leather shoes, I'll just buy you two pairs of sandals."
"Sister-in-law, are you really planning to divorce the third brother?"
Along the way, Zhai Qingsong didn't dare to ask his brother and sister-in-law.
"Well, you don't have to worry about it. You and Xueru can live a peaceful life after you get married. I have to go to the regiment headquarters to ask the leader about work in the next few days. If I can find a job for you, you can go. Don't consider anything else."
Zhai Qingsong felt so sad that he wanted to cry. "You are a woman with a child. Where are you going to go after your divorce?"