Wealthy Beauty in the 60s-Chapter 197 - 196: The Fiancée Arrives

Xia Xiao looked at Zhang Yun, who did not seem like someone in her thirties—ordinary-looking, perhaps, but younger than her actual age.

Originally, Xia Xiao wasn’t concerned whether Xia Jianguo married or not, but at this point, she supported Xia Jianguo being with Zhang Yun too, since Zhao Xiaolan was being unbearably obnoxious—married herself, yet unwilling to let Xia Jianguo remarry.

Xia Jianguo glanced at Zhang Yun and said, "I can’t decide this on my own, I need my family’s approval."

"I’ll speak on your behalf," the women’s director offered cheerfully. "I’ve seen Zhang Yun grow up too, and she is a good person."

Zhao Xiaolan was thunderstruck, not expecting that her interference, unlike before, did not drive the person away, but instead, Zhang Yun was now going to marry Xia Jianguo.

"Xiangzi, Yanzi, won’t you persuade your dad?" Zhao Xiaolan looked at her son and daughter, hoping they would step in.

Someone in the crowd chuckled, "Zhao Xiaolan, you’ve already given your children to your brother."

Zhao Xiang and Zhao Yan’s faces turned red and then pale with anger and embarrassment, and Zhao Yan finally burst out, "You’re already married, so why are you meddling in Dad’s affairs?"

Even if Zhao Xiang and Zhao Yan were against Xia Jianguo remarrying at this time, Zhao Xiaolan’s outburst had turned it into a public spectacle, and they despised Zhao Xiaolan for it.

Moreover, her actions resulted in the leaders preferring to bring Xia Jianguo and Zhang Yun together, revealing how unpopular Zhao Xiaolan was at the factory.

Zhao Daguo now regretted his delay, wishing he had intervened earlier to prevent this situation.

Still, Zhao Daguo blustered out his condition, "You can marry, sure, but give the factory-assigned house to Xiangzi." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"Heh, I’ve finally seen the shamelessness of the Zhao family," remarked an elderly woman who had wanted to match her niece with Xia Jianguo. "Xiangzi’s surname is Zhao, not Xia. Xia Jianguo and Zhao Xiaolan are divorced, and you still expect Xia Jianguo to give the factory house to the Zhao family?"

The factory’s people were disgusted, and soon everyone was verbally attacking Zhao Daguo, Zhao Xiaolan, Zhao Xiang, and Zhao Yan until they could barely raise their heads.

Xia Jianguo looked at Zhao Xiang and Zhao Yan, moved his lips but ultimately said nothing.

Eventually, Zhao Xiaolan was escorted out by Zhao Daguo. At the entrance of the furniture factory, Zhao Xiaolan was scolded terribly by Zhao Daguo. He had come intending to get the factory dormitory for Zhao Xiang, but before he could even discuss it, Zhao Xiaolan had ruined everything.

Now, there was no chance Xia Jianguo would give up the house, and Zhao Daguo was furious.

Zhao Xiaolan looked completely deflated, devastated.

Zhao Xiang and Zhao Yan did not come forward; their jobs were crucial now. Without work, it was uncertain if the Zhao family would still support them.

Also, at this time, Zhao Xiang and Zhao Yan realized that the Zhao family hadn’t given them pocket money for a long time, not even during the New Year.

Xia Xiao left then, feeling elated inside despite wasting time, as she had enjoyed seeing Zhao Xiaolan get her comeuppance.

Xia Xiao didn’t stay in the city; she left using the space, following the train routes. She stopped in a city that could be considered her upbringing place since she had grown there.

Upon stepping onto this familiar land again, Xia Xiao couldn’t find her old home, nor did she know where her parents might be at the moment.

Dressed as a regular woman now, she carried three small jars to a noodle shop and saw a woman there—it was her former boss’s mother, still looking young. Xia Xiao had no choice but to refer to her as "big sister."

Xia Xiao smiled, "Yes, big sister, it’s homemade. We couldn’t finish it, and money’s tight, so I thought of selling the pickles. You can try some."

Xia Xiao set down the three jars of pickles; the female boss came over, picked some up with chopsticks, tasted them, and nodded, "I’ll take all three jars."

Xia Xiao hadn’t expected this to be so easy; she handed over the pickles, collected the money, and was ready to leave.

Then, the female boss said, "If you have more later, just bring it over."

"Okay," replied Xia Xiao. She still had some in her space but wasn’t foolish enough to bring it all out at once.

During this trip, Xia Xiao changed disguises a few times, selling off pickles, vegetables, chickens, and eggs from her space bit by bit.

She only sold a little at a time, changing locations and disguises, and the process went surprisingly smoothly, not even speculating in profiteering like this.

There were still regulations allowing sales, limited to what one’s family grew themselves. One might sell any excess, but couldn’t raise prices arbitrarily.

After returning to the production team, Xia Xiao heard that Dong Meihua had married He Xuexiang, who had come back during the Spring Festival to register their marriage with Dong Meihua.

And Sun Yuhua was courting Gao Jiazhi, which surprised Xia Xiao; seeing Sun Yuhua lead Gao Jiazhi on for so long, Xia Xiao thought Sun Yuhua was not interested in him. However, Sun Yuhua had agreed quickly.

Still, considering how Sun Yuhua was also no longer young, she probably didn’t want to keep delaying, and besides, courting wasn’t the same as getting married.

But Xia Xiao heard even bigger news when Yang Xuehua said, "Xia Xiao, Secretary Li’s fiancée has arrived."

"Ah!" Xia Xiao exclaimed, "Secretary Li’s fiancée? Where does she live?" They weren’t married yet, and living together would certainly spark gossip.

Yang Xuehua pointed to Dong Meihua’s bed. Xia Xiao was astonished—it was their dormitory.

"Is she an educated youth?" Xia Xiao asked.

Yang Xuehua shook her head, "No, she’s just here to find Secretary Li."

"Where is she?" Xia Xiao whispered.

Yang Xuehua replied, "Over at Secretary Li’s place, of course."

Hearing Yang Xuehua’s tone, full of dissatisfaction towards Ning Hui, Xia Xiao asked, "What’s she like?"

"I don’t know who told her I was bothering Secretary Li, but she’s been troubling me constantly," Yang Xuehua complained and added, "It’s no wonder Secretary Li never mentions his fiancée. Once you see Ning Hui, you’ll understand; her temper is even fiercer than Liu Yue’s. I won’t say more, but you’ll see for yourself, and she might trouble you too."

At that moment, only Yang Xuehua was in the dormitory; Wang Aihua wasn’t there, and neither was Sun Yuhua. Xia Xiao took out some eggs to give to Yang Xuehua and then asked, "Sister Xuehua, how is your family?"

Yang Xuehua frowned, "I haven’t received any letters from home."

Xia Xiao’s heart sank, suspecting something might have happened to Yang Xuehua’s family, given their overseas connections—a definite target for persecution.

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