I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 241 Wife

Chapter 241: Chapter 241 Wife

Lu Ye left the old leader’s office and decided to head to the daily chemical plant to look for Secretary Chang.

Wu Xiujie and Professor Dong, did they really take everyone for fools?

To his surprise, halfway there, he was stopped by the person in charge of the provincial paper mill.

The paper mill wanted to buy all of the thousand silk hemp rods.

Lu Ye laughed; this was going to be a significant income.

No doubt about it, he might be able to recoup half of the seed money.

...

In order to divorce Mr. Zhao, Huang Ling had no choice but to tell Shen Fen what had happened recently.

Shen Fen was incredulous, yet filled with raging anger.

If that were the case, then Mr. Zhao, Old Lady Zhao, and that woman named Tian Li were treating her like a monkey being played.

She had been a teacher for many years, served as the director of the office, and then led a study class. Now she was also in charge of the Women’s Federation work at the base. It was the first time she had heard of such tactics.

Simply because Huang Ling was infertile, Elder Mrs. Zhou had brought her distant niece from her hometown to prepare her to sleep with Mr. Zhao and have children, and then those children would be considered Huang Ling’s.

Outside, Huang Ling was Mr. Zhao’s legitimate wife; at home, she was the chief wife, while Tian Li would be the concubine.

This thoroughly disgusted Shen Fen; she wished she could go directly to the factory workshop at the base and expose Mr. Zhao’s hideous face to everyone.

But then she realized a serious problem and asked Huang Ling, "Huang Ling, this is all from your side of the story; do you have any solid evidence?" Then she paused. They were both married for over a decade; there was nothing to be shy about, so she directly asked again, "Did Tian Li sleep with Mr. Zhao?"

Huang Ling’s heart tightened, and discomfort welled up within her. No matter what, this was a man she had once loved. She knew that what Mr. Zhao currently had was hard-earned, and he should be able to control himself before she agreed.

She shook her head, struggling to speak, "No."

Shen Fen felt puzzled, "Then just agree to the divorce. After that, he marries Tian Li. Why bother doing such a risky thing? If someone reports this, it’s illegal."

Huang Ling shook her head again, "I don’t know."

...

The first snow fell quickly, the temperature plummeted, and before a blink, early winter had arrived.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t leave her house; her kang bed was warm. She sat on it, knitting gloves for Rongrong, and then she heard someone knocking on the door.

Unexpectedly, it was Huang Ling from the back courtyard, with a large wooden chest behind her.

Before Qiao Qingyu could speak, Huang Ling hurriedly explained, "These are agricultural notes and materials left by my father. I thought you could use them after sorting them out, so I brought them over. They’re not worth much. If you don’t want them, they would end up being burned by my mother-in-law..."

Qiao Qingyu was stunned. All these materials were packed in a large wooden chest. Huang Ling was sweating profusely and seemed a bit nervous. Qiao Qingyu didn’t ask further but smiled, and together with Huang Ling, they moved the chest into the house.

She invited Huang Ling to sit down, pouring her a cup of hot tea.

She crouched down to flip through the notes and materials on top. Initially, her expression was casual, but after a few minutes, Qiao Qingyu’s face became increasingly serious and even carried a whisper of surprised joy.

The notes and materials were incredibly detailed; many were things that Qiao Qingyu hadn’t seen in her current materials.

Qiao Qingyu looked down at the notebook cover in her hands.

There were three words written on it: Huang Guohua.

Qiao Qingyu was momentarily taken aback, suddenly recalling that Professor Feng had once mentioned an agricultural scientist named Huang Guohua.

Professor Feng had said that Huang Guohua was his older schoolmate, but indeed a presence like an elder brother.

He was, however, extremely talented, one of the earliest students to study abroad and also among the first to return to the country. Sadly, he had committed suicide a few years ago.

Could Huang Ling be the daughter of Huang Guohua?

Huang Ling was somewhat nervous and also carried a hint of anxiety; this was her first time doing something like this, so naturally, she was feeling all jittery inside. Just now, when she saw the look of joy on Qiao Qingyu’s face as she flipped through the documents and notes, she had breathed a sigh of relief. But this woman, much younger than herself, quickly regained her composure, leaving her unsure whether this was what she needed.

Qiao Qingyu refilled her tea cup with water, smiling brightly, "Sister Huang Ling, this is actually the first time you’ve visited my home."

"Yes, we’ve been neighbors for such a long time, and this really is the first."

"Have you been busy with work recently?"

"It’s okay; I had night shifts a few days ago and am resting these few days."

"Sister Huang Ling, may I ask who the owner of these notes and documents is?"

"He was my father, but he’s no longer with us."

Huang Ling’s voice dipped a bit lower.

Qiao Qingyu hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Sister Huang Ling, I won’t hide it from you, I’ve learned some things about your father from Professor Feng. Professor Feng has always admired your father’s character. I never expected his daughter to be right here at our research base."

A flicker of emotion passed through Huang Ling’s eyes, followed by a wry smile, "That’s all in the past now; it’s just me left at home."

"Sister Huang Ling, do you have the authority to decide what to do with these notes and documents?"

"I do. Besides, my mother-in-law somehow dug them out yesterday, saying that if they kept sitting around, they’d be home to bugs, and she wanted to use them to start a fire."

At this point, a hint of loathing crossed Huang Ling’s eyes.

Qiao Qingyu pondered for a moment, not that she was suspicious by nature; she just felt that at such a critical time, Huang Ling’s sudden decision to bring these notes over to her home may not have been unintentional.

"Sister Huang Ling, these notes and materials are indeed a great use to me, I truly can’t thank you enough."

Huang Ling seemed to relax, her expression calming as she set down her teacup, "I have to get back home now, still plenty of housework to do."

Qiao Qingyu saw Huang Ling out, and as the two were now more familiar, their conversation warmed up.

Behind the gate in the back courtyard, Old Lady Zhao from the Zhao Family hid, glaring darkly at Qiao Qingyu and Huang Ling.

Tian Li, standing behind her, said in a low voice, "Second Aunt, why does sister-in-law hate me so much? I’m not holding any grudges now; I just want to preserve Zhao Family’s lineage and honor. Why won’t she agree?"

By the end, she sounded quite pitiful, but her eyes conveyed a different story.

She harbored hatred too, and after all her scheming, there was no way she’d be content with just bearing children for the Zhao Family.

After parting with Qiao Qingyu, Huang Ling frowned as she caught sight of two fleeting shadows in her yard, feeling annoyed, she turned and headed to the office.

Qiao Qingyu, unconcerned about Huang Ling’s intentions for the moment, hurried back home, placing the notes and materials on the kang bed, and began flipping through them one by one.

Outside the perimeter wall of the base’s family compound, in the same old spot.

He Xuerong, looking like a little bear, watched intently at the activity ahead.