"Who would joke about a woman's chastity?"
In the 1980s, those words carried considerable credibility. The moment she said them, Old Zheng and Xiao Jiang in the guardroom both grew rather frustrated.
You said you were Old Xie's wife, but the Technical Department said there was no one named Xie Chengjun. What were they supposed to do, caught in the middle?
The bloody scratches on Xiao Jiang's neck were still seeping blood.
If this woman really was Old Xie's wife, then he had taken that blow for nothing. Getting clawed for no clear reason first thing in the morning—wasn't that utterly humiliating?
And the baby in the woman's arms was still wailing. Xiao Jiang and Old Zheng might even end up branded with the bad name of "bullying women and children."
But Li Ye did not believe in any so-called "chastity." In his previous life, he had seen far too many jaw-dropping schemes. He knew perfectly well that before enormous benefits, so-called chastity and reputation were not worth a thing.
Li Ye had personally handled Old Xie's household registration transfer. It had clearly stated that he was divorced. Now this woman claimed to be his wife—there was a ninety-nine percent chance she wanted to remarry him!
With Old Xie now earning nearly, or even more than, ten thousand yuan a year, he would have been part of the million-yuan-salary gold-collar class a few decades later. If an ex wanted to get back together with him, what bottom line could she possibly have?
Lu Zhizhang reacted quickly. He first ushered her into the guardroom, then personally called the Technical Department.
"Hello? A woman is looking for someone named Xie Chengjun. What exactly did you tell the guards? They're fighting out here, and Xiao Jiang's neck has been scratched bloody. What? He's