Gu Chengze wanted to see who disliked his wife. If he caught him, he would definitely slap him twice.
Principal Peng and Director Gong left Lin Jingshu's house quietly, as if they had never been there.
As long as they pretend nothing happened, the people behind them will definitely be anxious.
Things happened just as they expected.
That morning, when Lin Jingshu woke up, she hadn't had breakfast yet when Director Gong came to her door with a smile on his face.
"Director Gong? Have you had breakfast? Would you like some?"
The wontons Gu Chengze made before he left were placed in the kitchen. She put them in the pot and cooked them after she got up. She made a sauce for herself and ate them with relish.
Director Gong swallowed her saliva. She smelled the scent as soon as she entered the room. Now that she was close to him, the fragrance kept coming into her nose.
Thinking of the purpose of this trip, she looked away with difficulty and said stubbornly: "I just had a meal and I'm not hungry."
"All right."
Lin Jingshu felt a little regretful and wanted her to taste the dipping sauce she made.
Director Gong asked her to finish her meal first.
Lin Jingshu didn't feel comfortable letting her sit and wait, so she made a cup of scented tea and handed it to her.
She guessed that the report letter had produced some result, so she finished her meal as quickly as possible.
"Director Gong, has the person who reported it been found?"
Director Gong put down the cup and said, "Yes, thanks to Comrade Gu's help, otherwise it wouldn't have been so smooth."
Only then did Lin Jingshu know that Gu Chengze had privately gone to see Director Gong and expressed his willingness to do his part and personally arrest the person who reported the incident.
"Who reported it?"
"Is it Teacher Yang from the school?"
Lin Jingshu: "Teacher Yang? It's Yang Qianqian!"
Director Gong recalled, "It was a young girl with that name."
Lin Jingshu was puzzled. She and Yang Qianqian had no reason to do so, so why did she report it?
Gu Chengze came back and answered her questions.
He personally interrogated Yang Qianqian, and when she learned that she was Lin Jingshu's husband, she told her everything.
"Is there a male teacher named Tong in your office?"
"Tong Zhiyuan?"
Gu Chengze nodded. This was the name.
"She felt that you were too close to Tong Zhiyuan even though you were married, so she reported you out of jealousy."
Lin Jingshu opened her mouth in surprise, "Is she okay?"
Everyone in Yang Qianqian knew that she was married, so naturally she couldn't have any relationship with Tong Zhiyuan.
She and Tong Zhiyuan are just ordinary colleagues, so how can they be close?
Lin Jingshu was speechless. Why was this person's brain circuit different from that of normal people?
"Teacher Tong and I usually just exchange a few words in the office. If she likes Teacher Tong, then she should take the initiative to pursue him. Why bother with me?"
"Tong Zhiyuan should still reject her. At the same time, she saw Tong Zhiyuan talking to you and didn't dare to point the spearhead at Tong Zhiyuan, so she turned her attention to you."
Gu Chengze lamented that jealousy can harm people. Yang Qianqian reported false information and will definitely be punished if it is discovered.
Lin Jingshu has no sympathy for such people. She has been reported and has not yet been able to seek justice.
It is really bad luck to suffer an unexpected disaster.
Mrs. Su suggested that she soak some pomelo leaves and sprinkle them around the house to get rid of bad luck.
Lin Jingshu thought it made sense and decided to go out and relax.
The pomelo leaves have a fresh fragrance, and Lin Jingshu feels relaxed just by smelling them.
"Let's pick more and make rice cakes."
Pomelo is a treasure from head to toe. The fruit can be eaten, the leaves can be used as medicine to make sachets, and the branches are perfect for smoking bacon.
The two returned to the family compound and saw a man standing at the door of Lin Jingshu's house from afar.
Lin Jingshu looked closely and saw that it was Tong Zhiyuan.
How did he get here?
"Teacher Tong?"
Tong Zhiyuan turned around and saw that it was Lin Jingshu who came back. He was happy but also looked apologetic.
He already knew what Yang Qianqian had done.
I never expected that such a strange combination of circumstances would cause such a huge impact on Lin Jingshu.
Fortunately, the organization found out the facts and cleared her name.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Lin."
Lin Jingshu knew what he meant, shook her head and said calmly: "I don't blame you, it's not your fault."
People like Yang Qianqian will still hold a grudge against you even if you don't provoke them.
Speaking of which, Tong Zhiyuan's life is not easy either. He must have been harassed a lot.
Yang Qianqian usually has the image of an honest person who works quietly in the office. No one would have thought that she would do such a thing.
The matter being reported can be big or small.
To put it simply, no one was affected by this incident, and it ended peacefully and quietly.
Generally speaking, Lin Jingshu and Tong Zhiyuan cannot carry out their work normally, and Gu Chengze will also be implicated.
Tong Zhiyuan changed the subject, "Teacher Lin, don't you want to eat pickled bamboo shoots? I have some in the dormitory and I can bring them over to you."
Sour bamboo shoots!
Lin Jingshu's eyes lit up as she stared at the pottery jar at Tong Zhiyuan's feet.
Tong Zhiyuan said embarrassedly: "I made this myself. I've almost eaten it. There's only a little half left in the pot."
He is from Guangxi Province and likes the taste of sour bamboo shoots the most.
Being far away from home, I can only rely on sour bamboo shoots to relieve my homesickness.
On the day of the exam, Lin Jingshu smelled something while he was eating outside the office.
At that time, he thought that it was the smell on his body that caused Lin Jingshu to be disgusted, so he hurriedly closed the lunch box.
No matter how hard he scratched his head, he couldn't figure out that Lin Jingshu wanted to ask where to buy sour bamboo shoots.
After five years away from his hometown, this was the first time Tong Zhiyuan met someone who shared the same interests and liked the taste of sour bamboo shoots.
He proudly said that he made the sour bamboo shoots himself. He liked this taste the most when he was away from home, and he also developed good cooking skills over time.
Finally, someone liked sour bamboo shoots, and Tong Zhiyuan generously offered to give her the remaining sour bamboo shoots.
However, after the exam, he was sent out to study and only came back two days ago. Then, due to the letter of complaint, he was delayed for several days.
"This jar of water can be used for a long time, as long as it is well kept and does not spoil. When you finish eating the leftovers, you can add new bamboo shoots to it."
Lin Jingshu clapped her hands excitedly, "Great! I've been craving this for a long time."
She couldn't wait to open the jar, and the unique aroma of sour bamboo shoots wafted out.
“What’s that smell!”
Lin Jingshu looked back and saw Su Hongping hiding three feet away.
It seems that she won’t like snail noodles.
It was not easy for Tong Zhiyuan to come here specially, so Lin Jingshu packed a bag of dried fruits and one dollar as money to buy the pottery jar.
A handful of pomelo leaves are also given as a gift.
Tong Zhiyuan didn't ask for money and ran away with the dried fruits and pomelo leaves.
With the sour bamboo shoots, Lin Jingshu can finally cook the snail noodles she has been longing for for a long time.
Su Hongping knew that she was going to cook noodles, so she quickly said that she would come after she finished eating.
Is it that smelly?
She thinks it smells very good.
After Lin Jingshu finished cooking, she happily ate the bowl.
As Gu Chengze entered the house, he had only one thought. He ran to the bathroom but found nothing unusual and was puzzled.
"I'm back. I made some snail noodles. Would you like some?"
The smell was even stronger when he entered the house. He frowned and kept sniffing around. "Wife, don't you smell a strange smell in our house?"
Lin Jingshu glanced at the snail noodles with only the soup left, feeling guilty.
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