Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 718: Chapter 718: Slap the Face Hard

Lu Shufen returned home and burst into tears. Jiang Conghe was already troubled, and hearing her weeping only increased his irritation.

"What are you crying for?" he asked with annoyance.

Sitting down abruptly, Lu Shufen cried out, "I’ve been suspended. I won’t be able to be the director of the Cultural Work Troupe anymore!"

"What?" Jiang Conghe was shocked. "What happened?"

His wife had held the director position for several years, and it had been very stable, especially since he took office. She was always in a position to be promoted even further, but now she was saying she got suspended!

His wife, the wife of Commander Chiang, had been suspended!

If word got out, could he still show his face?

"What happened?" Jiang Conghe asked with a stern face.

"What else could it be? It’s that matter, the accusation that I caused that wretched woman to miscarry, they said my image is not good, that I’ve tarnished the reputation of the Cultural Work Troupe," Lu Shufen sobbed, covering her face.

She had been able to sing and dance since she was a child, and she thrived in the Cultural Work Troupe, eventually becoming the head director. How many people sought to curry favor with her, to have their daughters join the troupe, or to climb the ladder themselves?

And now, they were saying she’d damaged the overall image of the troupe, suspending her. It would be more straightforward if they just fired her!

"How dare they!" Jiang Conghe was so angry his eyes bulged and he snorted.

His status as a commander, and his wife gets suspended? Was this not a slap in his face?

Even if this storm passed, wouldn’t people still remember this disgrace when they saw him in the future?

Jiang Conghe was extremely annoyed, feeling a burning anger on his face. He’d been careless, thinking a minor company commander wouldn’t matter much, just trying to seek justice for his daughter and wife. He hadn’t expected the situation to explode like this. He’d been far too careless!

"Whether they dare or not, I’ve already been suspended. You don’t know, today Xiao Meilan came to take over from me, looking so pleased with herself. She’s been waiting to see my downfall, her eyes have been glued to my position, thinking I don’t know? Wuu wuu, now I’ll have no face to meet anyone!" Lu Shufen wept loudly.

It wasn’t just Xiao Meilan, but also those young girls in the Cultural Work Troupe, each of them looking at her with various degrees of contempt and disdain.

They actually dared!

Back when she was in her prime, they all scrambled to flatter her, and now that they saw her misfortune, they switched sides to support Xiao Meilan.

Now she truly saw these people’s true colors; they changed faces faster than anyone else!

The contrast in treatment also made her feel physically uncomfortable and pained. She couldn’t accept it!

"Enough, stop crying. What good will crying do now?" Jiang Conghe stood up, agitated, and started pacing back and forth in the living room. "With things being as heated as they are, it’s better for you to take a break. Stay at home and keep our daughter company, take her to see Doctor Zhong. I’ve already made an appointment!"

Lu Shufen stopped crying for a moment and frowned as she glanced upstairs. "How is she doing?"

"How would I know how she’s doing," Jiang Conghe became even more irritable at the mention of his daughter.

All of this trouble was caused by that girl. What a calamity!

"Qingqing..." Lu Shufen felt like crying again. "I don’t know why, but Qingqing’s illness has also become known. Today, Xiao Meilan mentioned that Qingqing might have psychological issues and even said she could introduce us to a doctor. Pah! As if I don’t know what she’s up to; she just wants to gloat over my misfortune!"

Jiang Conghe was taken aback. "It got out?"

Lu Shufen nodded, asking through tears, "What do we do now? Qingqing is still so young. If word gets out that she’s sick, how will she face others? How will she get married?" That was her greatest concern.

Jiang Conghe’s face darkened, his fingers rapidly tapping as a flicker of inspiration passed through his mind. If that was the case, could he perhaps use it to claw back some advantage?