Chapter 162 Retribution

Li Jia left with a face full of gratitude.

Instead of rushing back to her unit, she went to the department store and found Zhang Juan.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Juan asked disdainfully.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and her disgusted expression instantly turned into one of smug satisfaction.

"What? Regretting divorcing Huaidong? Well, you're getting on in years. If you don't look in the mirror and see all those wrinkles, do you really think that after the divorce, you'll be a used, worn-out shoe and still be able to settle down?"

Li Jia sneered and didn't bother to waste words with Zhang Juan.

He stepped forward, pressed down on Zhang Juan's shoulder with his left hand, and tore off the scarf that almost covered Zhang Juan's entire face with his right hand.

She didn't hold back, and with a ripping sound, the frayed edge of the scarf snagged and ruptured Zhang Juan's fragile abscess, causing a burst of yellow blood to splatter out.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Juan's face was covered in flowing pus, disgusting and terrifying.

Zhang Juan stomped her feet, quickly covered her face, and let out a high-decibel scream.

Li Jia did not go into Zhang Juan's office, but instead asked other staff members to call Zhang Juan to the front door.

These days, jobs are basically one person per position. If you're a father, you have to bend over, because your sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters are all eyeing and vying for the job.

Therefore, most of the elderly people in the department store know Li Jia.

No one can resist gossip, especially when it's a drama of 'daughter-in-law versus mother-in-law'.

Why do I say that? Because anyone with experience can tell from Li Jia's demeanor that she's looking for trouble.

But Zhang Juan was, after all, the director. Although everyone dared not openly gather around to watch, their ears were perked up and their eyes darted around three or four times a second.

Add to that Zhang Juan's booming voice that could shake the rooftop, and everyone couldn't sit still any longer, turning their heads to look over.

Upon seeing this, everyone screamed.

"Ah! A ghost!"

"Ugh, ugh, this is disgusting."

"Could it be some kind of infectious disease?"

Seeing that the time was right, Li Jia started shouting at the top of her lungs: "I don't know how my mother-in-law got this contagious disease that makes her face so rotten. I've tried to persuade her to stay home and not to work, but she just won't listen. I had no choice but to tear off my scarf in public because I was afraid of infecting everyone."

"What? It's really an infectious disease?" The crowd's voices tumbled out in a series of convoluted sounds.

A pair of eyes blazed with fury as they glared at Zhang Juan, wishing they could rush forward and tear this crazy woman apart. What's wrong with you? You have a contagious disease, your face is ruined, and you're upset, so you're going to mess with all of us?

But he silently retreated, pointing his finger and cursing.

"I didn't, she's talking nonsense, I just have a rash." Zhang Juan rushed forward, trying to grab the person and explain.

Wherever she ran, people hid, and some even threw their shoes at her. In no time, Zhang Juan was universally hated.

Seeing this, Li Jia felt incredibly relieved.

A short while later, the department store manager arrived and, without any explanation, fired Zhang Juan.

Shouldn't they be expelled?

Although there are few customers at noon, there are still some. If this is not dealt with seriously, with that ugly face on her face, who will believe that Zhang Juan does not have an infectious disease?

Zhou Yu, I've avenged you.

Zhang Juan, who was violently blasted out with a stick, almost stumbled. When she glanced at Li Jia beside her, her anger burned like a raging firewood.

She rushed forward: "You little wench! You slut! You barren hen! You made me lose my job! I'll kill you!"

Li Jia reached out and grasped Zhang Juan's arm. Although Zhang Juan was a member of an arts troupe, she was still a soldier and had her own skills and strength.

Zhang Juan struggled twice but couldn't break free; her eyes blazed with fury.

Not wanting to waste words with her, Li Jia spoke first: "If you want your face to recover, turn yourself in to the police station. I'll give you three days. If you don't go, I'll personally take you in."

These three days were given to Zhang Juan by Li Jia out of consideration for Lu Huaidong.

As soon as she finished speaking, she exerted force, and Zhang Juan fell to the ground.

Li Jia rode his bicycle back to the army, leaving Zhang Juan on the ground letting out a resentful roar.

But before long, the villagers, having heard the news, chased after him, picking up stones and rotten vegetable leaves, and ran home.

...

Not long after Li Jia left, Song Wanying came to the door.

"I've done everything you asked, but what about Cuicui?"

"What's the rush? The paperwork hasn't been completed yet."

Song Wanying didn't want to wait even a moment longer; if she waited any longer, Huo Jun would be having an affair with some other slut.

"Then why don't you hurry up and go find Su Zhichen? We don't know where he's run off to. If he doesn't show up, how will we get these paperwork?"

"Then let's wait for my dad to show up."

“What if he doesn’t show up? I don’t have time to wait for him.” Song Wanying frowned.

Su Wantang smiled and said, "Song Wanying, I'm a little curious. What method did you use to get my dad to agree to the divorce? Could it be that the child in your belly isn't his?"

Song Wanying's heart leaped into her throat.

But she quickly calmed down.

In fact, Song Wanying didn't know whose child it was. By the time she went to find Su Zhichen, the injuries on her face had already healed.

Before she went, Wang Meng pestered her to come several more times.

In order to get a better prescription and return to the city as soon as possible, she slept with Su Zhichen on her first day in the countryside. That time, no protection was used, but afterwards, that cunning man Su Zhichen always used protection.

Based on the number of attempts, Wang Meng is more likely, but Su Zhichen is not entirely out of the question.

Regardless of whose child it was, Song Wanying disliked it and never cared about the child. But for now, the child could only be Su Zhichen's.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I've only ever been with one man, your father."

Su Wantang couldn't help but snort coldly.

Just one man? Did Liu Cuicui spring out of a rock?

Having brainwashed herself, Song Wanying showed no sign of weakness: "By the way, I'm divorced from your father, but the child in my belly is your father's, so you have to pay for its nutrition."

Su Wantang sneered, about to speak, when Su Zhichen's voice came from behind her.

“The child is mine, and I, as the father, will pay for it. It has absolutely nothing to do with Wan Tang, this sister. If you want to extort money from Wan Tang, don’t even think about it.”

Thinking of Song Wanying's completely unashamed demeanor just now, and hearing the deeper meaning behind Su Zhichen's words, "This is my child, I must take care of it," Su Wantang's heart sank.

But she still had doubts.

We need to investigate further.

"Su Zhichen, so you're here? I thought you were hiding and didn't want to divorce me. After all, you love me to death." Song Wanying's eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

Even Su Zhichen, who was usually good-tempered, was so angry by her words that his facial muscles twitched.

However, his inherent refinement prevented him from speaking harshly to Song Wanying.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get to the paperwork now."

An hour later, Su Zhichen and Song Wanying successfully completed their divorce proceedings and walked out of the office.

They spoke almost simultaneously.

Su Zhichen: "Wantang, let's go home."

Song Wanying: "Su Wantang, come here, I have something to tell you."

The next second, Su Zhichen's gaze fell between Su Wantang and Song Wanying.