Bai Fumei in the ’70s Chapter 147
Translated by Serena Love
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Chapter 147: Bonus Chapter - Past Life (6)
After returning home, Sister He took off the expensive accessories she was wearing.
She smiled brilliantly, just like a mouse that managed to steal oil. She stared at He Songbai cheerfully and also looked at him for a long time.
"What's wrong with you?" He Songbai asked.
Sister He gestured while narrowing her eyes, "I've seen her. The girl is very gentle."
"Hmm."
"Go take her home."
He Songbai could not say anything. Her beloved had just divorced, and he had not finished the follow-up finishing work. If he came to provoke her now, it would still bring her the pressure of public opinion.
He spent three years alone cautiously and almost stalkingly, but he didn't want to give anyone a handle. Society is always too forgiving towards men but too harsh towards women. He Songbai's woman should not touch any dirty water. He was mean and shameless, but she was bright and clean.
She did not shame her heart, she did not shame her relatives, and she did not discredit her former military sister-in-law.
Sister He looked at her brother's serious and upright but utterly disagreeable words and couldn't help but laugh.
"Other people don't know, but don't I know? That shop is yours."
After three years of study, Sister He has entered "Xiangbai" as a financial accountant. Her grandmother had taught her during the ten years that her brother was in prison. The old grandmother taught her all the knowledge in her life in order to divert her attention. She also expressed her hope, hoping that she had some skill and it would be sustenance in her heart.
He Songye can't speak, so she had a calmer personality and handled things more securely. At the beginning of "Xiangbai," it was very easy for her to settle the accounts.
Now that the company is getting bigger and bigger, Sister He can no longer complete the accounts by herself. She becomes the supervisor who checks the accounts every day. It is no surprise that she could know that the "Lanxiang" shop in the city was originally belonged to "Xiangbai."
He Songbai pleaded with his elder sister, "Don't bother her."
This is not possible. Sister He said quietly in her heart while the teasing smile on her face grew deeper.
For such a weak and thin girl, if her brother did not feel distressed, she would feel distressed for him.
After his sister's kind reminder, He Songbai found the property certificate on the same day and locked it in the safe forever, never letting it see the light again.
He rented the property at the intersection to Zhao Lanxiang for no reason. Whether it was windy or rainy or regardless of the severe cold weather, He Songbai could take a look at her after getting off work.
The headquarters of "Xiangbai" is only a ten-minute walk from the shop. The restaurant opposite the "Lanxiang" ready-made shop is his private property.
He could sit there with a pot of tea and able to stay alone all day.
He also saw the occasionally confused girl. She would be too tired and fall asleep and even forgot to close the shop door.
Sometimes she will also receive rude and unreasonable guests. He would help her solve it when he saw it. Most of the time, where he couldn't see, she resolved her difficult guests with her patience and responsibility.
When she was busy, she often forgot to eat. He Songbai had to ask the chef in his restaurant to make an extra portion and asked his eldest sister to come to the ready-made shop to buy clothes.
There is countless small goodwill that Zhao Lanxiang found in her new life, mostly from He Songbai's handwriting.
People thought, Why so many lucky things in life happen to this newly divorced woman?
Usually, not only would she be unlucky, but life would feel hard and make people cry.
...
Just as Jiang Jianjun tried to save his sad relationship with his wife, he suddenly received the "approval for divorce," including a divorce certificate and divorce agreement. When he opened this thick stack of documents, his heart fell rapidly, sinking all the way to the endless abyss. Chill spread from his feet to his heart.
He took the file and asked his immediate leader, "What's going on?"
The leader said, "This was arranged by your father personally. Why don't you know?"
There was a trace of disapproval in the surprised eyes of the leader. He lamented regretfully, "What a great talent you are, but you are confused about this kind of thing. If you are not divorced, do you have to wait for the scandal to come out before you leave?"
The meaning inside and outside of his words made Jiang Jianjun breathless.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is my father?"
"What scandal do I have?"
Jiang Jianjun's leader has always appreciated him. He took a leather document bag from the drawer and threw it in front of him. "Take it back and destroy it. Don't treat little Zhao too badly. She is a good military wife."
Jiang Jianjun took the cowhide bag together with the divorce documents. His head was dizzy, and he was terribly panicked. The light bag in his arms was as heavy as a mountain for him, and he was suffocating—the coldness from the paper penetrated through his thick clothes all the way into his heart.
He took out his key and unlocked the door of his house.
The house still looked like when Zhao Lanxiang left: spotless, with the warm and sweet fragrance she liked wafted in the air. But the hostess in the house seemed never to come back. Jiang Jianjun's fingers opened the thin white rope of the cowhide bag weakly and saw a copy of Fang Jing's impressive confession.
Attached is a picture of him in his untidy clothes hugging her to sleep.
Jiang Jianjun's eyes were so red, they almost showed blood. He smashed the cup in his hand. The blood dripped on the clean mahogany table, gradually stained the white and neat divorce documents.
He murmured, "Lanxiang, that's not the case."
"I haven't done anything I should be sorry for... no."
It was a night a few years ago when he and his friends were drunk and did not go home. He opened a room in a guest house, and when he woke up, he saw a woman in her arms.
Jiang Jianjun is an extremely self-disciplined man. He has never been close to women and has always been a thousand miles away in the army. But after all, it was the woman who would suffer because of what happened that day. Jiang Jianjun didn't pursue Fang Jing's fault in the end, only scolded her fiercely.
On the one hand, he was alert to Fang Jing, secretly alienating her, and on the other, it was painful for him to recognize the feelings that had fallen apart in the past.
Jiang Jianjun had never seen this picture. After looking at it, he understood exactly what stimulated his wife before the miscarriage the year before, causing excitement, and she slipped in the kitchen. There was a cone of pain spread in his chest.
"Sorry, I really don't know..."
The next day he took leave and went to Zhao Lanxiang's clothing store to find her.
When Zhao Lanxiang saw Jiang Jianjun, she was almost taken aback. He seemed to have never slept all night, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. The stubble on his cheeks was unshaved, and the sweaty, dirty clothes on his body not changed. He was filled with a gloomy aura.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why?"
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang had the foresight to hire a store clerk to take turns on duty with her. She understood that there was no way for her to work this morning, so she let the store clerk took her job and pushed Jiang Jianjun out of the store.
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"Go."
She expected that he would know about divorce one day, and she was already ready to deal with it.
Jiang Jianjun walked with her to a sparsely populated street, hugged her hard, and gritted her teeth, "Do you divorce me just like that?"
"17 years of marriage, you just throw it away. Zhao Lanxiang, I didn't know you are such a cruel woman."
He murmured, "It was you who wanted to marry me..."
Zhao Lanxiang seemed to be in a trance. She raised her head to stare at the sky and said in a calm tone, "The day I gave birth to the child, I almost died on the operating table."
"My hands and feet are cold and stiff, and I don't even feel any heat at all. I'm so sad and so painful that I want to die. But I heard my parents crying outside the operating room. I was worried to let them bear the pain of white hair sending out black hair."
"I'm thinking, if I have the chance to survive, I will definitely divorce you. I am not a lowly creature in life. Why should I tolerate myself to suffer, again and again? To be disappointed, be mistreated..."
She stared at Jiang Jianjun, saying one by one, "Because I used to love you very much, I only want to live with you in this life, and I want to give you two children."
As she spoke, there was irony in front of her eyes. "But what about you, what have you done? You don't love me and even don't want to give me a little decency as a wife. I have to tolerate the woman in your heart that insults me and tramples me again and again. I wish I could go back to when I was seventeen, throw a few slaps to "me" that year, and make myself sober! Now that you came here and asked me..."
"Why I divorced you? Because I can't stand being alive without dignity."
Zhao Lanxiang wiped the corners of her eyes and raised her head lightly, saying, "It's over now... Since we are divorced, when I'm free in a few days, I will go to you to pack my things."
Jiang Jianjun was terribly uncomfortable listening to his wife's rebuke.
He took her hand stubbornly, clutching it hard, shaking his head constantly, "I will treat you well, don't divorce me."
"We have been together for seventeen years. How can we break up so easily?"
He hugged her hard and hugged him tightly, "Lanxiang, don't leave me."
As he said, his eyes were suddenly blurred, and the man's hot tears suddenly fell, "I know I was wrong."
Jiang Jianjun never felt that he would fall in love with this woman who was so soft and had no principle or temper. When they first met, she was bold and enthusiastic, and she also loved sticking to people. Once, she turned him into a joke in the army, what an annoying woman she was! She would look at him with hot, burning eyes and shamelessly wrapped around him.
She learned to cook for him, learned to paint for him, picked up a light for him to read at night, sharpened his head for college. Her love is pure and straightforward. If it was another man, they could be immersed in sweetness every day. But it was him. He was so indifferent, without feelings, only ambition. He had just experienced a failed relationship and grew up in a loveless family. He hated the relationship between men and women.
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In this way, she was like a hot burning meteor, traversing his world, and with a "Bang" she slammed into a deep hole. Boldly and stubbornly, tough enough to stay in his world.
He liked quietness and disliked liveliness, but her chattering voice makes him gradually like liveliness. He was very picky, eating only sliced potatoes and pork and potatoes all year round in the canteen. Her dexterous hands allowed him to taste the deliciousness of the world, letting him know that besides pork and potatoes, there are lamb, beef, chicken, duck meat, fish, crab meat, shrimp, radish, lettuce, bamboo shoots, spinach, water spinach, wheat. She likes to buy him gifts. From the moment they met, everything she gave away could be packed up to fill his cupboard. He never knew there were so many memorable days besides the Spring Festival: the lively Lantern Festival, eating dumplings in the Dragon Boat Festival, the lover's Qixi Festival, and the family reunion of the Mid-Autumn Festival... he gradually some shadows of these festivals in his memory. Every poem she read, her voice and appearance, and every child's lullaby she sung, he could remember it with his eyes closed.
She once told him that the biggest wish is to accompany him to old age.
His life is full of her traces. He was used to her every day. How can she say that feeling disappears, throw away the relationship? The promise was abandoned a long time ago, but love was buried in the memories. From now on, she asked him to grow old and stupid, lonely to death?
"How come you are so cruel?"
Jiang Jianjun's unexpected tears flowed into Zhao Lanxiang's neck. Zhao Lanxiang's body stiffened for a moment and soon annoyed.
"Please let me go, Jiang Jianjun, don't make me hate you even more."
Jiang Jianjun's face suddenly turned pale. The pain of suffocation spread on his chest, "But I love you."
"Lanxiang, I love you."
His voice was low, hoarse, and decadent, just like the trapped beast that had been strangled and dying. The corners of his eyes began to redden, and his handsome face was gradually stained with a stubborn expression.
"A divorce like that is not a divorce. I haven't signed it from beginning to end. You come home with me."
"I indulge you and give you too much freedom so that your heart is wild."
He hugged her around his waist, ignoring her struggle, holding her at a steady and fast pace while walking towards the car.
Suddenly the sound of sudden braking came from the quiet street. A woman with a very handsome appearance came down from the car and gestured in surprise.
"God, how can this happen during the day."
"Go quickly and help Lanxiang."
Several bodyguards in her car rushed up, grabbed the woman in Jiang Jianjun's arms, and sent her to a safe area.
The clear and tall figure on the boulevard gradually walked over, facing the rustling petals of the street trees in the spring. He walked up to Jiang Jianjun and said with a slight smile, "Forcing a woman? It's not a gentleman's approach."
"Send him to the police station, uh... the reason is to molest a woman in public."
Zhao Lanxiang heard his words and laughed out loudly. She watched as Jiang Jianjun was slammed on the ground by three big men, unable to move, and she was so relieved. She gratefully said to Sister He, "Thank you today, thank you very much."
She bowed deeply, sweeping Jiang Jianjun's eyes which looked like a trapped beast. She said lightly, "Let him go, don't worry about him."
Seeing the vivid expression on her face, He Songbai narrowed her eyes and pursed his lips slightly. She was so cute that he felt very soft.
His whole body clamored to go, to meet and talk to her, but he restrained himself. He sent away his elder sister and Zhao Lanxiang back to the shop, but he squatted beside Jiang Jianjun.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so miserable to be like this..."
"What sort of ability it is to conquer a woman by brute force?"
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