"I'll give you one more chance. Will you choose? If you leave with nothing, at least you can keep your job. Otherwise, just wait and see, you'll be ruined." Qin Xiaoyu was certain that this kind of man lacked responsibility, and a little intimidation would be effective.
"You guys are going too far! This house was allocated to me by the school, and you just take it away like that! Where is justice?!" The professor stomped his feet in anger.
"All these years, you've never brought any of your salary home. I raised the children, and I provided for all your food and clothing! I was so stupid to give you face for so many years. Now that we're getting a divorce, you're leaving the house to us. Is there a problem with that?" Ding Xiaojie was trembling with anger.
"Are you telling the truth? He doesn't bring his salary home?" Xiaoru's mother could hardly believe her ears.
"It's true! Back then, I wanted to save face for him and didn't dare to go too far, so I kept it a secret for him. Now I'll tell you the truth: not only does he not bring money home, but he also has improper relationships with many women. Mom, are you still going to let me stay with him?" Ding Xiaojie sobbed uncontrollably.
"It's one thing for you to cheat on me, but you can't even support the family. What's the point of having you?" It turns out that in Xiaoru's mother's eyes, a man who can't bring money home is the one who's undesirable.
Qin Xiaoyu looked at Xiaoru's mother as if she were a freak; the limitations of the times were terrifying.
In their eyes, men can have affairs, as long as they wipe their mouths clean. But they must support their families; if they can't bring home their wages, they've committed a heinous crime.
The professor never expected his mother-in-law to suddenly turn against him. Before he could figure out how she came back, she pounced on him and started scratching him.
Qin Xiaoyu was horrified and felt embarrassed for the professor. What kind of weapon was that? His fingernails must be bleeding from it.
She remembered what the female worker in the garment factory had said about shredding potatoes, and couldn't help but laugh.
Although Ding Xiaojie is capable, she is always working and is far less assertive than a housewife, which is why the professor has her completely under his thumb.
Seeing my mother demonstrate it herself now, I'm also getting excited and eager to try it out. It's just that the battlefield is too small for me to show off my skills.
The poor professor huddled in a corner of the sofa, only able to utter one sentence: "Stop scratching my face! Please, stop scratching my face!"
In the end, it was Qin Xiaoyu who stepped in and brought the matter to a close. She knew there had to be a limit to this; if things really came to a head and there was no room for compromise, the professor would retaliate like a mad dog. This was practically a common problem in her aunt's family, and it was quite frightening.
They sat down together and signed an agreement. The house was left to Ding Xiaojie and their two children, with the children also having the right to inherit it. However, Ding Xiaojie retained the right to live there and manage its distribution. Ding Xiaojie paid the professor 10,000 yuan as compensation. They parted amicably, each going their own way.
The 10,000 yuan compensation was proposed by Qin Xiaoyu, and it was also a way out for the professor.
"Give him ten thousand? I wouldn't give it to a dog!" Watching the professor slink away with his bag, Xiaoru's mother was still indignant, having long forgotten how she had spoken up for her son-in-law.
"Let's leave him a way out, otherwise if things get complicated, Sister Ding's life won't be easy. We can't just step in dog poop and stomp our feet; we have to pay the price of throwing away a pair of shoes." Qin Xiaoyu explained, looking at Xiaoru's mother's confused little eyes, she definitely didn't understand.
"You can lend me the money, I'm sure I can pay it back." Ding Xiaojie understood, and her previously hopeless life suddenly gained confidence. She was no longer afraid of anything.
"It's alright, you can pay it back slowly. Also, in two or three years, the housing prices will probably rise. Sell this house and buy a new one, just in case he comes looking for you years later. Once you've sold it, he won't be able to find you." Qin Xiaoyu had already made her plans.
"How do you know that housing prices will rise in a few years?" Xiaoru's mother was now as curious as a child. She had only heard that Qin Xiaoyu was capable, and had only witnessed it once when she met her in-laws.
I also thought, no matter how powerful she is, she's just a little woman, speaking softly and with a smile. How powerful can she be?
Now that I see her, she's incredibly cunning; even the professor couldn't outwit her. I can't help but feel a deep respect for her.
"Auntie, you go back to the hospital first. I'll watch the house. Sister Ding, you should find someone to change the locks right away." Qin Xiaoyu made the arrangements perfectly.
When they finished their work and returned to the hospital, Ding Xiaoru already had a smile on her face, and Xiaoru's mother and Zhou Xing's mother were chatting happily.
"You're back, Sister Qin. You've worked so hard." Ding Xiaoru smiled gratefully.
"Don't mention it, we're all family." Qin Xiaoyu knew that Zhou Xing's mother was tired, so she quickly took her home.
"Look at you, always worrying. Go back and get some sleep," Zhou Xing's mother said, feeling sorry for her.
"I'm not tired, Mom. Am I upset? Now I feel like fighting whenever something happens. I got into a fight, and it felt so good." Qin Xiaoyu asked with a smile.
"Oh dear, this child." Zhou Xing's mother smiled helplessly.
"Take action instead of arguing." Qin Xiaoyu found this saying to be truly useful.
There were quite a few people at lunchtime today, but it was rare to see Ah Lei absent. Apparently, he went to pick someone up from the airport, and I wonder what rare thing he brought back this time.
Because her wife kept asking, she had no choice but to recount what had happened that day.
"My Aunt Qin is so cool." Xiao Jin looked at her with admiration.
"Huh? Brother-in-law isn't home?" Qin Xiaoyu noticed that Deng Jianyan wasn't there. Had he gone off somewhere to call Zhou Yue again?
"He went upstairs to have dinner with his wife. He taught me the basic techniques these past few days, and I'll do the massage myself from now on," Sister-in-law Ge said with a smile.
"We're finally reunited! It's been a long time coming," Commander Wang finally managed to exclaim after holding back for a while. Everyone smiled knowingly.
Tiger bone oil has strong blood-activating properties and can be irritating to pregnant women, so Deng Jianyan's caution is understandable. But what she's doing now is a bit excessive.
"That's a good thing, at least the phone is working. When I call home, the line is busy eight times out of ten," Wang Lei laughed. Qin Xiaoyu then realized that she wasn't the one suffering from the frustration.
"What's all this commotion outside?" Xiao Jin, still a child at heart, couldn't sit still and ran to see what was going on. She immediately came back to report, "Look, a few people have come outside, including one in a wheelchair, who's being pushed towards Building Two."
Qi Si wasn't home during the day; Xiao Si's wife, Xiao Zhengxin, and the nanny were all here. Only Aunt Wang was in Building Two. This old lady didn't like crowds or noise, so they didn't keep her in check. She could come over to eat when she wanted to, and if she didn't want to, they could just let her. Anyway, her room was like a treasure chest; you could find fresh snacks just by rummaging through it.
After what happened last time, Qin Xiaoyu had been extra careful, having all the doors replaced with the best security locks, those with safety latches inside. She also added security bars to the windows, but even so, she was still worried. She dropped her chopsticks and ran outside, with Wang Lei chasing after her.
The person who came was indeed looking for Granny Wang; she had already come downstairs.
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