Chapter 133: I'm divorced, not afraid of reputation issues, what about you?

Jinling First People's Hospital—

Pei Yao arrived here smoothly to engage in a friendly study life; the days are simple and dull, but for her, being a medical student, learning new medical knowledge is like a sponge, absorbing knowledge with both pain and joy.

After settling in, she writes a letter to her sister, informing her of her recent situation.

By the way, I wonder how Grandfather is doing over at Sea Island?

When she gets a holiday later, she'll take leave to go to Sea Island to visit Grandfather and her sister.

Capital, Junqu Jiayuan—

Since the new nanny the Lu family hired moved out, the Lu household hasn't hired anyone else.

Usually Lu Mingyuan just makes a quick snack for himself, and eats lunch in the Canteen.

In the evening, when he returns home, if Zhang Xuemei doesn't cook, he makes plain noodles himself and dips them in chili sauce.

I don't know what's going on, but lately the colleagues at the unit, when they see him, all wear a look of wanting to speak but holding back.

Colleagues who used to be at odds with him, while in the Canteen, surprisingly chatted with him calmly for a while.

"Old Lu, if you have time, you should also care more for the person beside you.

We men can hold a boat in our bellies; at least the two of you live together, regardless of whether she's the original spouse, there's still some feeling involved......"

"Hmm?"

Lu Mingyuan was baffled; inside and outside of the colleague's words, he always felt something was off.

During the more than ten years of working together, their relationship was not harmonious; he brushed it off on the surface, felt indifferent inside, and didn't take the other's words to heart.

Seeing this, the other person didn't say much, smiled kindly, and left holding the tray with a meaning‑laden gesture.

He couldn't just bluntly point out: "Old Lu, you have a bit of green on your head."

Indeed, in their unit there are family women; in the mall, in the restaurant, they saw Lu Mingyuan's spouse in an intimate scene with another man.

One to ten, ten to a hundred, in just a few days, everyone in the unit knew.

Now, it seems, except for Lu Mingyuan himself being kept in the dark, everyone else in the unit, including the old man watching the gate, knows!

This catching thieves with stolen goods, catching adultery in pairs, they can't just blithely tell Old Lu directly.

If others don't say it, and he doesn't say it either, it's just deep sympathy.

As for whether the other can understand his hint, at least he made the point, which counts as repaying the years of working together, the mutually sharp "friendship"...

At Zhang Xuemei's side, during lunch break, when no one was around, she slipped into the workshop director's office.

Little did she know, her recent odd behavior had already been noticed by the workers.

In the office, a middle‑aged man wearing glasses looked dignified and very refined.

When he saw Zhang Xuemei enter, he leisurely took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead and said:

"Didn't we agree? While at the unit, don't act too close to me, in case someone sees...."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't your relationship with your yellow‑faced wife broken, and you've been divorced for over two years?"

Zhang Xuemei pursed her lips, and on her well‑kept face appeared an unhappy expression.

"I'm divorced, not afraid of reputation issues, what about you?"

The middle‑aged man's eyes flickered, his gaze landing on her belly, then he softened his tone:

"I'm all doing this for your good, for the good of our future child."

"If you truly care about our future child, give me a definite answer: if I divorce, when will you marry me back home?"

Zhang Xuemei stroked her flat little belly, her eyes full of hopeful light.

She is no longer young; divorce is a very risky thing for her.

If the man before her cannot provide better living conditions or promises, she won't break up with her current husband.

"I told you, I divorced my ex‑wife because she couldn't bear a son; my parents were displeased, they're old and want a grandson..."

The middle‑aged man was at a loss; his implication was that if the seed in your belly is a boy, then it's fine.

Conversely, if it's not a boy, he can't take her as his wife.

Zhang Xuemei's brows furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly; she now doesn't even know if there's a seed in her belly!

If there is, is it the husband's or this current lover's?

She can't decide.

The pressing priority is to keep both sides stable; once she's pregnant, she'll act opportunistically.

Before the final step, she doesn't want her current living standards and quality to drop.

The middle‑aged man forced a flattering smile, got up, embraced her, coaxed Zhang Xuemei, and took time to bring her to a movie, finally soothing her...

Actually, he felt a bit regretful inside.

Had I known, I wouldn't have slept with this half‑old Xu lady; listening to my old lady's words, I'd find a widow just over thirty, a well‑raised one.

In a unit, the other precisely pinches his seven‑inch area, making it hard to shake off...

For a moment, the two embracing each other each harbored their own thoughts.

Unbeknownst to them, the scene of the two embracing was being secretly watched by a pair of eyes.

In the small unit, undercurrents surged.

Haibin City, Guoyingfanguan—

There were quite a few people; Lao Mo entertained his younger brother and sister‑in‑law's group, taking them to a private room inside the restaurant, which had a large round table with a glass turntable, comfortably seating more than fourteen.

Just right, they also brought Section Commander Duan and his correspondent, which filled the seats completely!

"You younger sibling, you're entertaining these honored guests; I'll go to the kitchen and prepare a table of my signature dishes, guaranteeing the guests eat comfortably~"

Lao Mo wore a faded army‑green vest, a cigarette pinned to his ear, and when he spoke he stepped back with great composure.

"Thank you, Brother Mo."

Shen Man nodded, fully trusting him.

The other party is Jiang Ye's sworn brother who has shared life-and-death experiences; their bond is naturally not ordinary.

"Sister-in-law, don't stand on ceremony with me; you're from my wife's family, as the elder brother I will certainly greet little Jiang properly—you go about your business, I'll go prepare the vegetables."

Lao Mo laughed heartily; he also had nothing much to show for himself, only his cooking skills could be of help.

Having said that, he turned and went into the kitchen to get busy.

"Manman, go in and chat with the elders; I'll go boil water—everyone is waiting for you to make tea, they say your tea-making skill is good, the tea you brew is delicious......"

Pei Yan Ting's face showed embarrassment; she had just wanted to make tea for the elders, but her own grandfather disliked it, telling her not to bother, to switch people, to bring an apprentice instead.

The other elders remained silent, all tacitly agreeing.

Fine, she was disliked.

"Okay."

Shen Man saw the resentful expression on her sister-in-law's face and couldn't help but laugh.

Indeed, Spiritual Liquid brewed tea is quite an attraction for these elders.

That's fine too; it shows it's useful.

Being able to treat and alleviate the elders' hidden ailments, improve their physical fitness, strengthen their bodies and bones, prolong life—it's certainly worthwhile!