A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Chapter 318 Visiting the Neighbors

The word "divorce" was blocked again, and Zhuang Qingxiang frowned in frustration: "Leave my house!"

"I'm leaving now," Lu Congyue said quickly. "Sister Jin probably won't be able to move in until tomorrow. You and the children be careful at home. Huang Yuejin hasn't been home for the past few days, and we don't know when he'll be back. If he comes back, you..."

"I know what I'm doing!" Zhuang Qingxiang interrupted him.

Lu Congyue felt he still had a lot to say to him, and he was really worried.

But Zhuang Qingxiang had already reached the courtyard gate, opened it, and was waiting for him to come out.

Lu Congyue had no choice but to slowly make his way out.

As soon as I stepped out of the gate, it closed.

Lu Congyue touched his nose, sighed, and resignedly left.

Li Weixing's case hasn't been fully resolved yet; he's still detained, and there's a mountain of work waiting for him to handle.

Fortunately, Huang Yuejin wasn't home, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to concentrate on his work.

That night, Lu Congyue came again, and as always, he squatted outside the wall to keep watch.

This time, however, he left early, preventing anyone else from seeing him.

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't sleep well that night, wondering if Lu Congyue was keeping watch outside again. But then she thought it was impossible; he wasn't stupid. Knowing that Huang Yuejin wasn't there, why would he still be keeping watch?

I woke up early, hesitated for a long time, and opened the door in the morning mist. I didn't see Lu Congyue, but I did see breakfast placed at the door.

Needless to say, Lu Congyue must have bought it and placed it here a long time ago.

Zhuang Qingxiang brought the things into the house, placed them on the table, and sat down to look at them, feeling a mix of emotions.

Around 8 a.m., Zhuang Qingxiang was watching her two little ones learn to walk in the yard when Jin Guilan arrived.

Zhuang Qingxiang glanced at the tricycle following behind Jin Guilan, which was piled high with things.

"These are all my things!" Jin Guilan said casually. "It took me a whole day and night to pack them up, and I brought them here."

Zhuang Qingxiang quickly made way for Jin Guilan and helped her carry things into the house.

As Jin Guilan carried the items back, she said, "You've got quite a lot of stuff, haven't you?"

"Not much," Zhuang Qingxiang said softly, "less than I expected."

No matter what, she had been married to Li Weixing and had children with him for thirty years. Even if she bought a little something every year, she would have accumulated quite a lot over those thirty years. Moreover, Li Weixing did not hand over his salary, so all the big and small things in the house were probably bought by Jin Guilan.

As a result, the entire load was transported by just one tricycle. Isn't that far too little?

"Sister Jin, did you and Li Weixing divorce?" Zhuang Qingxiang asked curiously.

"The letter of introduction is ready, we'll go through the formalities tomorrow!" Jin Guilan said happily, "I'll be living a comfortable life on my own from now on."

Zhuang Qingxiang, however, could not be happy.

Jin Guilan understood what she meant: she was no longer counting on her two sons, indicating a breakdown in their relationship.

She couldn't imagine how painful it must have been for Jin Guilan to hear her two sons say they didn't recognize her as their mother, but now she was smiling and saying that life would be wonderful from now on.

Zhuang Qingxiang then thought of herself.

She also wants a divorce, but she doesn't know if she can live a comfortable life like Jin Guilan after the divorce.

Jin Guilan quickly put her things down and rushed off to work.

She now values ​​her job highly; it's the foundation of her livelihood.

Before leaving, they took Xiao Luyue with them and sent her to kindergarten.

After everyone left, Zhuang Qingxiang closed the door, thinking that since she had settled in, she should get along well with the neighbors so that they could help Huang Yuejin if he made a fuss.

She went to check the ingredients in the kitchen; these were the things Lu Congyue had brought on the last trip to move house.

It looks like they moved the entire kitchen over.

After reading it, Zhuang Qingxiang had a clear idea of ​​what to do, and she began to prepare to make the steamed cake.

This is made from refined grains, and it also contains eggs and sugar, so it should be very popular.

In the afternoon, the steamed cakes were cooled and ready. Zhuang Qingxiang recalled how many neighbors lived nearby and decided to divide the steamed cakes among them.

The quantity is limited; each family can only receive two.

Zhuang Qingxiang took her two children to visit each household, explaining that she had just moved in, and then shared steamed cakes with them, saying it was just for them to try something new.

We delivered the food from far to near, and the last one was delivered to the elderly couple next door.

Seeing Zhuang Qingxiang with her two chubby-cheeked boys, the old man's wrinkles practically disappeared with a smile. When he received the steamed cake that Zhuang Qingxiang had made herself, he was even happier and quickly reached out to take it.

He's old and his teeth aren't good, so this is perfect for him.

Before their hands even touched, a surprise appeared: the old lady took the steamed cake from Zhuang Qingxiang with a friendly smile on her face.

"This steamed cake looks delicious. It must have taken a lot of work to make. Did you make it yourself?" The old lady looked at the steamed cake and then at Zhuang Qingxiang.

They're neighbors, and she could smell the aroma wafting from next door a long time ago; she'd been craving it for ages.

Zhuang Qingxiang smiled: "Yes, I made it myself."

The old lady was even more impressed by her, thinking that she could make things taste so good.

Seeing Zhuang Qingxiang standing alone in the yard with her two children, the old woman suddenly flew into a rage and yelled at the old man, "Are you dead? Don't you know how to invite guests in? Quickly boil some water and make some tea!"

"I haven't had time yet," the old man said, full of excuses. "I'll go right now."

He nodded to Zhuang Qingxiang again: "Little Zhuang, since you're here, come in and have a seat."

Zhuang Qingxiang smiled and nodded, then took the two little ones out of the stroller and led them into the house.

"Your surname is Zhuang."

After sitting down, the old lady asked curiously.

"Auntie, my name is Zhuang Qingxiang, you can just call me Xiao Zhuang." Zhuang Qingxiang smiled politely.

The old woman laughed, "Oh, what a nice name! It sounds so sweet." She smiled and said, "My surname is Zhang, and my husband's surname is Zheng. From now on, you can call me Aunt Zhang. Sigh, at my age, I can accept you calling me Grandma Zhang too."

Zhuang Qingxiang said with a smile, "Aunt Zhang, you look so young, how can I call you grandma? Let the two little ones call you grandma, but they're not quite sure yet."

She coaxed the two little ones to call out, and they obligingly called out in their sweet, childish voices, "Grandma..."

The more Aunt Zhang looked at Zhuang Qingxiang, the more she liked her; such a beautiful young wife was truly a rare sight.

Her two children are also good-looking, with fair skin and chubby faces, clearly from a good family.

Then she thought of the man she met that day; his demeanor clearly indicated he wasn't an ordinary person.

Aunt Zhang decided to cultivate a good relationship with Zhuang Qingxiang's family, hoping to benefit from their influence in the future.

"Xiao Zhuang, you didn't make a good choice buying this house," Aunt Zhang decided to have a good talk with Zhuang Qingxiang. "When you bought the house, the previous owner didn't explain things to you clearly, did they?"