Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1554: The Divorce Conclusion 2

Chapter 1554: Chapter 1554: The Divorce Conclusion 2

Peng Aihong sighed deeply, sewing the sole of a shoe as she continued, "Back then, both Zhou Cheng and Zheng Yuanyuan were still in the military and hadn’t left yet. My husband and I laid it out for them plainly: we’d give them the bike ticket and wardrobe ticket, and an additional 500 yuan for their wedding expenses. As parents, we did what we could. If they could get married, they’d get married; if not, then so be it. As for the sewing machine, wristwatch, radio, wool coat, dowry, and all that, they’d have to figure it out on their own."

"They must have objected, didn’t they?" Feng Qingxue said without hesitation.

Peng Aihong nodded, "Yes, they objected. Zheng Yuanyuan didn’t step forward herself—what a cunning and calculating girl she is! She left everything for my son to say instead. Even when it came to the woolen coat, it was him who demanded it. That child was completely bewitched, saying all the money and things he asked for must not be missing a single item. If we didn’t give them, he claimed he wouldn’t be able to get married, and if that happened, he wouldn’t recognize us as his parents."

Peng Aihong struggled to articulate the shock and pain she and her husband felt upon hearing those words. "My husband was heartbroken too. To raise a son to adulthood, only to have him threaten to sever ties with his parents over this. It was sheer ingratitude and betrayal. What else could we expect? Instead of wasting money like that, it’d be better to focus on properly raising our two younger children. So my husband directly told them, go back to wherever you came from. As parents, we’ve already fulfilled our duty to raise him."

Feng Qingxue shook her head, "Did they make a scene?"

"They did. So what? We couldn’t hit or scold Zheng Yuanyuan, so what’s stopping us from hitting or scolding our own son? My husband threw Zhou Cheng out directly, and Zheng Yuanyuan didn’t have the nerve to stay either."

"I’m afraid their marriage couldn’t go through, could it?" Feng Qingxue said.

It was clear to everyone that Zheng Yuanyuan was an extremely selfish and egotistical person. She only wanted to use marriage as a means to get rich, or to acquire things she ordinarily couldn’t afford or obtain. If things didn’t go her way, she’d likely end her relationship with Zhou Cheng.

"Good riddance!" Peng Aihong said bitterly, "We wouldn’t want a daughter-in-law like that in our family! I just hope that after this experience, Zhou Cheng can learn to see people for who they really are. My husband and I don’t ask much from him, nor do we expect him to marry some highly educated or cultured wife. We just want someone who’s straightforward and honest, someone willing to live a steady life with him. Zheng Yuanyuan might be pretty, with fair skin and delicate features, always dressed attractively, but I’m afraid she’s just another Su Meixiang! No luck like Su Meixiang’s, but craving the kind of life Su Meixiang has."

Su Meixiang had become infamous within the military compound, and not in a commendable way.

After finalizing her divorce with Shen Qing, she wasted no time packing her belongings and preparing to head back to the Capital to seek refuge with her uncle. Just her clothes and shoes alone filled over twenty bundles that she rushed to have shipped to her uncle’s home in the Capital. The soldier responsible for processing mail and packages nearly ran himself ragged. She strutted off, dressed in a wool coat, Blue Begonia leather shoes, with a violently red scarf tied around her neck. Her head held high, she left without looking back.

After she left, Shen Qing returned home with his son, only to be greeted by utter chaos.

Aside from the bedding and clothes that Su Meixiang took, the remaining bedding and all the clothes and shoes belonging to Shen Qing and his son had been completely shredded into thin strips—so ruined they couldn’t be pieced back together.

The cooking pots and woks were smashed flat and rendered unusable.

The plates and bowls were all broken into shards on the floor.

Even the few pieces of simple furniture in the house had been grotesquely vandalized with sharp objects, leaving them completely unrecognizable.