My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 782: Chapter 774: Glorious in Public, Worthless in Private Chapter 782: Chapter 774: Glorious in Public, Worthless in Private “`

He wasn’t made to be stepped on by others, nor was he born to serve the people.

He aspired to stand out from the crowd, to become someone superior.

When it came to choosing between a future and a woman, he ultimately didn’t hesitate to choose his own prospects.

Sometimes, one only has one path, one opportunity, but there are many women.

Furthermore, he had thought it through; he hadn’t truly abandoned Zhang Xiangcao.

This was merely a strategic move.

Once he had established a foothold here, he would divorce that woman and then bring Xiangcao to the city.

After all, it would only be for a few years.

Yes, just a few years.

He was confident in himself.

Just a few years in exchange for a bright future.

He believed Xiangcao would understand the few years of separation.

After all, other than his family, no one knew he was married there.

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As long as he kept silent and his parents didn’t speak, no one would know he had ever been married.

Besides, there wasn’t a marriage certificate, so he couldn’t be considered married a second time.

Thinking thus, he suddenly saw the light.

So he agreed to the marriage proposal and married the factory director’s daughter.

The factory director’s daughter had taken a fancy to him, knowing that he had a very attractive appearance that women liked.

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There was no woman who didn’t fancy him.

With his good looks, he became the factory director’s son-in-law, and his status soared overnight.

Now, no one in the factory dared to point fingers at him or step on him.

Of course, he took his revenge on those who had wronged him, feeling immensely satisfied and proud.

Furthermore, his quick promotion to a minor leadership position made him a person of influence.

Wherever he went, people would offer him cigarettes and flattering words.

He felt this was the life he wanted, the life he deserved to live.

Blinded by such superficial glory, he had long forgotten about Zhang Xiangcao in Tang Village.

He thought by leaving Xiangcao behind in the village, all would be well.

She would wait for him for a lifetime, and when the factory was his, he would promptly divorce his current wife and go back for Xiangcao.

He loved the power, money, and vanity the factory director’s daughter could bring him,

But he couldn’t forget Xiangcao’s appearance, her compliance, and her gentleness.

How perfect it would have been if Xiangcao were the factory director’s daughter.

He wouldn’t have to face such a dilemma.

All these were within his expectations, and everything was unfolding as he had imagined, except he didn’t know who had spilled the beans about his prior marriage.

This revelation caused the factory director’s daughter to make a scene for several days, almost destroying everything he had worked hard for.

He spent days appeasing her, behaving with more filial piety than a son, until she finally forgave him.

She had no choice, she was part of his family now, and even if they parted ways, she wouldn’t be untouched.

Though the factory director’s daughter stopped making a fuss, she demanded one promise: that he would write a divorce letter to that woman, and that he would never visit that village again.

Of course, he agreed.

For everything he had now, not just divorcing Xiangcao but even death was an acceptable trade-off.

He immediately wrote a divorce letter and handed it to the factory director’s daughter, but he wasn’t worried at all.

A divorce document meant nothing as long as his heart was in the right place.

He planned to simply wait a few more years before bringing Xiangcao over.

His plans were lovely and dream-like, but he didn’t realize that the most changeable thing in the world is the human heart, the most fearsome is time, and the most unpredictable is the future.

Eventually, he settled into living with the factory director’s daughter, and he could decide on most matters in the factory.

He finally understood what it meant to rise above others and to feel elated.

By then, he had become the pride of his family and a well-known figure locally.

Though he had married a shrewish wife.

The factory director’s daughter kept a tight leash on him.

He might have looked impressive to others, but only he knew what his private life was like.

He was only allowed to carry ten yuan every day, with all the money controlled strictly by her.

It must be said that although the factory director’s daughter wasn’t attractive, she was very smart.

She knew she couldn’t hold Gao Peng’s heart, but she could definitely control his money.

As long as the money was in her hands, even if Gao Peng had wings, he couldn’t fly out of her palm.

She wasn’t fooled by Gao Peng’s thoughts; she wasn’t dumb.

As long as she kept a close watch on him and left him without money, what could he do?

He had to come home and clock in every day.

Even if he had grievances and felt indignant, he still bowed his head in front of his wife, obeyed her every command, and even carried water for her to wash her feet.

There was no helping it; he was still under the factory director’s authority.

If he treated the factory director’s daughter poorly, the factory director would scold him as if he were berating a grandson.

Countless times he cursed in his heart, wishing for their early demise so he could be free.

But ironically, the father and daughter both had incredibly long lives, to the point where he started to worry.

The factory’s business was always booming, and the factory director was excellent at making money.

But no matter how much he earned, it all went to his daughter, who guarded the money as if it were her life.

So, Gao Peng’s dream of getting rid of the shrewish wife in a few years fell through, but he wasn’t worried.

He figured the factory director wouldn’t live much longer anyway, so he just waited.

He continued to lead a life of outward glory but inward submission.

A few years passed, and then a few more, and the factory director was still alive, while he remained under his wife’s control.

Gradually, he even began to forget Zhang Xiangcao, until her face faded from his memory.

The factory director’s daughter never bore him a child, which he disliked, but he tolerated it, thinking there was no rush since he was still young.

He could wait until he was thirty.

That was when he was twenty.

Later, he turned thirty, still childless.

He comforted himself, deciding to wait until he was forty because there were plenty who had children at that age.

But at forty, he remained childless, and it was also at that age that the factory director finally passed away.

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