Chapter Thirty-One: These days, how many women dare to bring up divorce?
Zhang Chunxue took the gold necklace, weighed it in her hand, and then put it directly into her pocket.
She didn't even bother to give Zhong Chengren and Meng Wanshu a second glance, and turned to leave.
She took only two steps before stopping again.
Song Xingzhi really helped her a lot today.
She turned around and looked at Song Xingzhi, her tone softening slightly: "Secretary Song, are you going back to the village?"
Song Xingzhi's heart skipped a beat, but judging from Zhang Chunxue's expression, it seemed that it was just a polite question and she did not really mean to invite him to travel together.
A fleeting hint of disappointment crossed his eyes, then he smiled and pointed to the counter: "I haven't bought the rice yet, Sister Chunxue, you can go back now."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunxue's face showed a relieved expression, and she nodded: "Okay, I'll be going now."
After saying that, he squeezed out of the crowd without looking back and left.
As Song Xingzhi watched her decisive and efficient retreating figure, the faint hope that had just risen in his heart sank again, and his sense of loss deepened.
Zhang Chunxue did indeed breathe a sigh of relief.
After all, there were still so many people at the entrance of the grain and oil station. If she and Song Xingzhi walked one after the other and went back to the village side by side, who knows what kind of nasty gossip would spread about them.
Besides, she felt uneasy and uncomfortable walking alone with a grown man like Song Xingzhi.
Zhang Chunxue left the grain and oil station and hurried straight to the village.
Meanwhile, Song Xingzhi quickly weighed the rice, paid for it, and hurried after them.
Zhang Chunxue hadn't walked far when she noticed someone following her at a leisurely pace.
She glanced back discreetly out of the corner of her eye, and her heart skipped a beat.
It was Song Xingzhi.
He followed closely behind, keeping a distance of about twenty meters.
Not too far, not too close, just right, so that she could always be in his sight.
Zhang Chunxue now realized that Song Xingzhi was right behind her, and those two gazes were like nails, fixed on her back.
Her heart suddenly panicked for no reason, pounding wildly, and she didn't even know which leg to step with first.
My left foot tripped over my right, and I almost stumbled.
She instinctively tried to straighten her back, pay attention to her appearance, and not walk crookedly.
But the more I thought about it, the weaker my legs became.
As a result, I almost tripped and fell three times in the short distance of less than two hundred meters!
Each time, it startled her so much that she broke out in a cold sweat and felt incredibly embarrassed.
Finally, Zhang Chunxue made up her mind and decided to give up!
Go check it out if you want!
She walked forward with her head held high and chest out, swinging her arms and striding forward as if she were going to fight someone.
Song Xingzhi stood behind her, watching her nearly fall several times in a disheveled state, and his heart jumped into his throat.
Several times he wanted to rush over and help her, but he was afraid of being too forward, so he had to hold back.
He could also see that she had been unsure of what to do with her hands and feet, which made her seem quite uncomfortable.
Is this discomfort because of him?
A thought quietly popped into his mind.
He wasn't entirely unmoved by her feelings.
Thinking of this, a faint, inexplicable joy welled up in Song Xingzhi's heart.
Zhang Chunxue practically fled back to her own courtyard.
As soon as she entered the room, she breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
She didn't linger in the yard and went straight into Zhou Mingli's house.
Zhou Mingli was holding Zhong Yuanyuan, who had just woken up, and humming a tuneless lullaby softly. Her face was still pale, but her eyes finally showed some life.
Seeing Zhang Chunxue come in, she forced a smile: "Mom, you're back."
Zhang Chunxue walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), took out the heavy gold necklace from her pocket, and without saying a word, stuffed it directly into Zhou Mingli's hand.
"Mingli, look at this."
Zhou Mingli was startled by the cold touch and the golden sheen in her hand. Her eyes widened in confusion: "Mom, what is this...?"
Zhang Chunxue sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her voice low, "This was bought by that beast Zhong Chengren for some other vixen!"
She recounted everything that happened at the grain and oil station to Zhou Mingli, from beginning to end, including Meng Wanshu's demeanor.
Finally, Zhang Chunxue stared sharply at Zhou Mingli and said, "I think it's been going on between him and that Meng Wanshu for a long time! If they weren't old flames, would he be willing to go to such lengths? Would he dare to be so blatant?"
As Zhou Mingli listened, the color drained from her face completely.
The gold necklace in her hand felt like a red-hot iron, burning her heart.
After Zhang Chunxue finished speaking, confirming that Zhong Chengren was indeed having an affair, she could no longer hold back.
"Wow--"
Zhou Mingli gripped the necklace tightly, as if she were holding a knife, and suddenly burst into tears.
Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string, instantly soaking her clothes.
She was trembling all over and crying her heart out, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances and bitterness she had suffered these past few days.
The little bit of spirit that had been painstakingly restored crumbled in an instant.
"How could he... how could he do this to me... and Yuanyuan... sob sob sob..." She cried so hard she could barely speak.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Chunxue felt a pang of pain in her heart, but her face remained stern, showing no sign of softening.
Instead of her usual gentle coaxing, her voice carried a hint of sternness: "Cry! What's the use of crying! Will crying bring that man's heart back? Will crying drive away that vixen outside?"
Zhou Mingli's crying suddenly stopped. She looked up with teary eyes, staring blankly and aggrievedly at Zhang Chunxue.
Zhang Chunxue's tone softened slightly, "Mingli, crying now is the most pathetic thing to do. You need to think about this carefully, what you plan to do next, and which path you intend to take!"
She reached out and gently patted Zhou Mingli's trembling shoulder.
"Don't be afraid. No matter what decision you make, Mom will be on your side, Mom will support you! Even... even if you want to divorce that beast, Mom will agree! This life is over!"
Zhou Mingli was stunned when she heard this, as if she had been struck by lightning.
Her lips trembled, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "Mom...you...you mean you agree to let me...divorce him?"
Zhang Chunxue looked at her pale face, sighed, and reached out to gently place her hand on the cold back of her hand.
“Silly child, Mom doesn’t agree to your divorce, Mom feels sorry for you. If you’re miserable living with him and crying every day, what good is this family and this relationship to you? Staying together is just mutual torture.”
Zhou Mingli's tears flowed out like a floodgate opening.
"But...but...Mom, these days, how many women dare to mention divorce?"
"Especially in our rural area, if word gets out, people will be drowning in their spittle!"
“I… I still have Yuanyuan with me, she’s so tiny… If I really get divorced and go back to my parents’ home with the child, won’t my sisters-in-law and brothers’ wives treat me like a jinx and chase me away?”
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