My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 192 Divorce
On the way back, Zhao Moli fell asleep almost instantly, tilting her head to the side and resting it on Lu Yang's shoulder, sleeping soundly.

The car was quiet, with only the steady sound of the engine and the scenery passing by outside the window.

"Honey, are you tired from hiking today?"

Chen Xiaomiao glanced at Zheng Qingtong in the rearview mirror and lowered her voice.

“It’s alright, Auntie.” Zheng Qingtong sat up straight and said softly, “I exercised with Jasmine during the winter break, and my physical fitness is up to par.”

"More exercise is good; it makes you strong and healthy, and you'll stay healthy and free from illness."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, then didn't know what to say.

This girl is good in every way—she's good-looking and speaks politely—but when you talk to her, you always feel like there's something between you and her.

Unlike with Jasmine, I feel like pinching her chubby cheeks after just a few words.

After a brief silence, Lu Yang couldn't resist his exhaustion, and his head gradually drifted off to sleep with the slight swaying of the car.

Zheng Qingtong looked at her two friends huddled together beside her and suddenly spoke again.

"Auntie," she said, her voice even softer than before, as if afraid of disturbing something, "do you... particularly dislike me?"

Chen Xiaomiao's heart skipped a beat, and she almost slammed on the brakes.

She steadied the steering wheel, momentarily at a loss: "Huh? Girl, why would you think that? I didn't."

"Is it because of my mother?"

Zheng Qingtong believed that she had always performed well in front of Chen Xiaomiao, and this was the only reason she could think of.

She vaguely understood the principle of "love me, love my dog".

“Girl, what are you doing…” Chen Xiaomiao chuckled awkwardly, trying to brush it off: “Auntie is driving.”

Zheng Qingtong wasn't distracted by her question; instead, she continued, "If I didn't have a mother, would you like me, Auntie?"

"No, no, my dear, please don't think such things!"

Chen Xiaomiao was really anxious now and quickly explained, "I'm not actually that familiar with your mother. We barely exchange a few words all year round, so there's no question of liking or disliking her."

She was indeed telling the truth.

A woman like Gao Rong is from a completely different world than her; she has no right to like or dislike her.

But how could she explain her inexplicable awkwardness to the child?
“Auntie, I’m not thinking nonsense. If it weren’t for you, I might not even be born. My dad said you are my great benefactor.”

Zheng Qingtong smiled easily and subtly changed the subject.

"what?"

Chen Xiaomiao was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she had run several red lights to take Gao Rong to the hospital where she was about to give birth.

"Sigh... Why bring up such old, trivial matters?"

Chen Xiaomiao looked at the girl in the rearview mirror and felt a little uncomfortable.

She's only a few years old, but she lives like a little adult. She speaks and acts with perfect manners, and you never see her cry or make a fuss.

But how could she explain her inexplicable awkwardness to the child?
…………

Another week has passed in the blink of an eye.

That afternoon, Lu Yang was sent to stay with Lu Jianguo and his wife, while Lu Yuan was away on a business trip in Europe.

In the huge house, only Chen Xiaomiao was left alone.

After feeding the idiot, she idly curled up on the sofa and scrolled through short videos when suddenly a sharp woman's wail came from upstairs, followed by a man's suppressed roar of anger, interspersed with the muffled sound of something being smashed to the ground.

"Bang—crash!"

The noise was so loud it almost blew the ceiling off.

Chen Xiaomiao was so startled that she almost dropped her phone.

The arguments upstairs have been ongoing ever since she moved in.

Usually, it was Gao Rong who would lash out with her own sharp words, while Zheng Zhifeng would occasionally respond, but mostly remained silent.

This is the first time that both of them have erupted with such intense emotions as today.

The cries were filled with despair, and the curses were mixed with resentment, relentlessly drilling into Chen Xiaomiao's mind, making her feel uneasy.

She simply grabbed her car keys and bag, changed her shoes, and went out.

The M5 came to a stop in front of Song Jia Law Firm.

Just as Chen Xiaomiao was about to get out of the car, Song Jia rushed out like a gust of wind, her face full of a professional fake smile.

"Oh my! Mr. Chen! What brings you here? Please come in, please come in. Is there a new case?"

Chen Xiaomiao was both amused and exasperated by her exaggerated behavior. She got out of the car and said, "Stop with the act. I was just bored and wanted to chat with you, is that not allowed?"

"Chatting?"

Song Jia raised an eyebrow, pointed to the law firm, and said shamelessly, "See? I'm busy here. Clients are waiting to consult with me. I don't have time to chat with you."

Chen Xiaomiao looked in the direction she pointed and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the guest sofa, looking worried and talking to a young man.

In addition to the old desks, the law firm has added two new workstations, so it doesn't look so shabby anymore.

Chen Xiaomiao teased, "Hey, does your law firm really make money? You're even hiring new people?"

"Of course, who do you think you are!"

Song Jia puffed out her chest, with an expression that said, "I'm a very busy person: Reputation is built up little by little, and I have to be responsible for each of my clients."

"Mr. Chen, if you don't have any cases, please go back now. I'll schedule another appointment with you another day when I'm free."

Seeing her pretentious attitude, Chen Xiaomiao pursed her lips, turned around, and pretended to leave.

"Alright, I'm off. I was thinking of treating you to a meal since we haven't seen each other in so long."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Jia darted in front of her, her face switching back to a fawning smile, and reached out to take her arm.

"Oh dear! Time to eat! Time to eat is good! Look at my memory, I've been so busy with work."

Actually, the client's consultation is almost over; the rest can be left to the intern lawyer.

"Come on, Mr. Chen, what would you like to eat? You can choose any place you like!"

Chen Xiaomiao glanced at her sideways: "Aren't you busy?"

“Not busy, not busy!”

Song Jia rubbed her hands together and asked tentatively, "Um... Xiao Miao, you see, I have two new colleagues here. As their boss, I've been saying I'd treat them to a nice meal, but I haven't kept my promise yet."

How about... I'll consider it a favor I owe you today, and you take them along too?
I guarantee they'll be able to order appropriately!

Seeing Song Jia's shrewd calculations, Chen Xiaomiao felt both annoyed and amused, but ultimately softened her heart.

"Beat! Beat! Beat!"

She sighed, but couldn't help adding, "Don't order anything too expensive!"

"Alright, Mr. Chen is very generous!"

Song Jia beamed, immediately turned back to the law firm, and shouted in a booming voice, "Xiao Li, Sister Wang, pack your things, get ready to leave work! The boss is treating you to a big meal tonight!" ...

In the evening, in a private room of an elegantly decorated Sichuan restaurant.

Song Jia brought two new colleagues. One was named Li Zhe, a recent college graduate. He wore black-rimmed glasses, looked refined, and exuded an innocence that hadn't been hardened by society.

The other one is called Sister Wang. She's in her early thirties, has short hair, and looks capable. She switched jobs from another law firm.

When ordering, Song Jia was not polite at all. She said, "Don't order anything too expensive for President Chen," but she didn't hesitate to pick out the signature dishes with high prices from the menu.

Li Zhe and Sister Wang were still a little reserved, and Chen Xiaomiao didn't want to offend Song Jia, so she smiled and pushed the menu over: "Order whatever you want, don't be shy."

Song Jia chimed in from the side, "Did you hear that? Our CEO Chen has spoken! Eat as much as you want today, or you'll miss this opportunity!"

The atmosphere quickly warmed up during the meal.

When lawyers get together, their conversations inevitably revolve around their profession.

Li Zhe, a recent graduate, is currently dealing with a divorce case and is feeling overwhelmed. He can't help but start complaining.

"Sister Song, Sister Wang, you haven't met the woman in my case. She's absolutely amazing. In the three years of marriage, her husband has spent nearly a million yuan on bags and jewelry for her."

Now that she wants a divorce, she's hidden all her belongings back at her parents' house, insisting she bought them herself, and also claims her husband abused her, demanding compensation for emotional distress.

"Where's the evidence?"

Sister Wang picked up a piece of boiled pork and asked slowly and deliberately.

"There's no evidence. There's no medical report, no police report, it's all based on her own words."

Li Zhe said with a bitter face, "The client is also a taciturn person. He was so angry that he couldn't even speak properly. I'm really at my wit's end."

Song Jia took a sip of fruit wine and scoffed, "This is nothing. You'll get used to it once you've seen more oddballs."

She put down her wine glass, as if she had remembered something, and winked at Chen Xiaomiao.

"Xiao Miao, do you still remember Gao Rong?"

Chen Xiaomiao was sipping her soup when she heard this, she paused and looked up.

The deafening argument upstairs seemed to echo in my ears again.

"The one upstairs?"

"Yes, that's her."

Song Jia clicked her tongue, her interest piqued: "That woman contacted me again recently, still asking about divorce. I found her situation too troublesome and turned her down."

guess what?

She immediately contacted my friend's law firm; it seemed she was determined to get a divorce.

"Why?" Chen Xiaomiao couldn't help but ask, "Didn't she say before that she wanted to wait until the fish were fattened up before..."

"Plans can't keep up with changes."

Song Jia picked up a piece of green vegetable and chewed it crunchily: "Originally, according to her plan, she was supposed to lie low for a few more years, wait for her husband's company to take a few more steps, and turn more assets into marital property."

But she herself was hopeless and went too far.

"Are you having fun?"

Li Zhe and Sister Wang also perked up their ears.

"uh-huh."

Song Jia cleared her throat and lowered her voice, looking just like a storyteller.

"She has a personal trainer, the two of them... well, you know!"
A few days ago, someone took some very high-resolution, intimate photos of her and sent them directly to her husband Zheng Zhifeng's email address.

The private room was quiet, except for Song Jia's vivid narration.

"When Zheng Zhifeng received the photos, he was furious! But he didn't make a fuss and immediately had someone check the accounts of the couple over the past few years."

And wow, that investigation revealed something even more interesting.

Song Jia took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and only continued after whetting everyone's appetite: "That woman started transferring assets bit by bit from the second year of her marriage."

My friend said that Zheng Zhifeng's initial estimate is over two million.

"Two million?!" Li Zhe was so shocked his glasses almost slipped off. "How did she do that? Isn't she a full-time housewife?"

"means?"

Song Jia curled her lips: "It's not a clever trick at all. It's just that her husband is too honest, or rather, stupid."

Take, for example, her recent insistence on having her daughter skip a grade to enter primary school. That international school requires a reservation fee of 300,000 yuan to reserve a place in advance.

When she got home, she immediately told her husband that the school needed 600,000 yuan, and he transferred the money to her without batting an eye.

The extra 300,000 yuan went into her own pocket that very day.

Furthermore, she would frequently mention wanting to invest in beauty salons or clothing stores with her best friend, each time asking for tens of thousands of yuan, and Zheng Zhifeng would never inquire about the details.

In reality, she used all that money to buy investments, or simply deposited it in her mother's account.

Song Jia shook her head, her tone filled with emotion.
"You tell me, this man can build a company from scratch to its current size, he must be smart, so how come he was so easily fooled when it came to his wife?"

Chen Xiaomiao was speechless, so much so that she forgot to touch her chopsticks.

She couldn't understand how two people who lived together day and night could end up like this. The old saying goes that even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness.

Even if Gao Rong really doesn't like Zheng Zhifeng, after all these years, isn't there any affection between them?

"So...so Brother Zheng is leaving now?"

"That's right. They've been cuckolded to the point of being shameless, and their savings have been secretly emptied out. Who could tolerate that?"

Song Jia continued, "Zheng Zhifeng has officially entrusted a lawyer to file for divorce, and Gao Rong has also accepted the challenge."

The lawyers on both sides are currently locked in a fierce battle over property division and child custody.

The experienced Sister Wang pointed out incisively: "The key issue is child custody. The woman cheated, and she is the one at fault, which should be detrimental to her, right?"

"That's the theory."

Song Jia nodded: "However, their daughter is not even eight years old, but it is much more complicated in practice."

Gao Rong will definitely try her best to prove that she is the more suitable parent to raise the child, such as crying and complaining that the man is always busy with work and neglects to spend time with the child, and that the child is closer to the mother.

Moreover, she has a lot of money and can afford to hire good lawyers, so it's really hard to say who will ultimately be awarded the prize.

Li Zhe's curiosity was completely piqued: "Who exactly is that kind person who took the photo? This is crucial, it's a surefire way to win."

Song Jia picked up her wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and shook her head.

"Well... I really don't know."

My friend also inquired about it, and Zheng Zhifeng is very tight-lipped; he won't reveal a single word.

He might have hired a private investigator himself, or Gao Rong might have offended someone who wanted to get back at her.

Who knows? "

(End of this chapter)