Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 319 - 314 Does conscience not hurt? (Second update)

He Houfu’s intentions were quite clear—if Xiaocui asked the factory for a compensation of ten thousand, then the marriage would not be dissolved, and he would allow Xiaocui to continue living in the house.

If the amount was less than that, the marriage would have to end.

Xiaocui closed her eyes, "You mean you want me to live together with you all?"

"Exactly, you refused to divorce, and Lingling is carrying my son, so this is the best solution. However, you spend most of the month working, and you’re hardly ever home, only returning in the evening to sleep, so Lingling probably won’t mind too much."

"I understand," Xiaocui closed her eyes, "I want to sleep for a bit."

"You sleep, but also think carefully about how you will ask the factory for compensation," He Houfu sat on the edge of the bed and poured himself a glass of water, "Speaking of which, you also have some luck, if it weren’t for your hand getting injured, this marriage would definitely have been ended."

Of course, the divorce was not the point, the point was how much money could be taken.

Xiaocui didn’t respond, her eyes tightly closed, tears seeping out from the corners of her eyes.

Now, He Houfu was in no mood to care about Che Xiaocui. He had long since tired of the woman before him. He had even planned, if she didn’t agree to the divorce, to somehow drive her out of the house.

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"Xiaofeng, to me, that man definitely wants to get his hands on the compensation money and then divorce Xiaocui," that man clearly harbored no good intentions.

"What the other party intends is none of our business, whatever happens between He Houfu and Che Xiaocui is entirely up to Che Xiaocui,"

In such a situation, there was naturally only the path of divorce to take.

"Xiaocui is really pitiful, I heard that she’s been married to him for nearly ten years, and since getting married, that man has frequently cheated and came home only to hit or scold Xiaocui. Su, do you think it’s possible that the man is infertile, and then suspects that the woman is infertile instead?" If a couple can’t have children, why is it always assumed to be the woman’s issue, could it not possibly be the man’s problem?

Speaking of men, Tie Bao coughed uncomfortably, it wasn’t impossible, he was that infertile man.

Because of this, he always felt guilty towards Chunhua.

"There is such a possibility, but generally, men rarely admit there’s a problem with themselves," said Tie Bao, who was one such man. He had come to terms with his own infertility, but as it was a matter of male pride, most men would seldom admit to any issue.

"So, it’s also possible that the problem lies with He Houfu," Zhang Keke felt that such issues should be split equally between a husband and wife.

"That’s not difficult," Xiaofeng softly said in response to their debate, "Che Xiaocui is in the hospital right now, just convince her to go for a fertility check-up, and if she’s willing, let the doctor have a look, and she can solve her own problems."

Talk was useless in this situation, it had to be backed by medical science.

"That’s true. If it turns out the man is infertile, the sooner she leaves, the better," said Zhang Keke, who was unmarried and had no understanding of why some women endured bad treatment within a marriage and kept silent.

Women today were not like in ancient times, confined to their homes, unable to survive without a man. Nowadays, as long as a woman was diligent and hardworking, she could support herself without any problem, so why should she have to tolerate a man’s moods?

However, her family circumstances were a bit special, with many younger brothers and sisters, and not enough money at home for her to go to university.

"Not every woman thinks of divorce," Xiaofeng was not clear on Xiaocui’s situation, "Here’s what we will do, tomorrow morning, you go and tell her, ask her if she wants to do a fertility test, and if she wants to, let the doctor check her, and she can resolve her own issues."

This was already the greatest help Xiaofeng could offer to Che Xiaocui.

If it truly was the man’s problem, and Che Xiaocui was not too foolish, she would surely know what to do; if she insisted on not divorcing, there was nothing anyone could do to help her.

Zhang Keke nodded, "Alright."

"Keep this conversation between yourself and her, don’t let her husband find out," Xiaofeng advised.

Early in the morning, Zhang Keke came to the hospital room. He Houfu was not there, reportedly he left soon after Su and the others.

Fortunately, the nurse on duty was kind and helped her out a few times during the night.

With He Houfu absent, Zhang Keke remembered Xiaofeng’s instructions, and while feeding her breakfast, she whispered, "Sister Xiaocui, there are a few things you might not want to hear, but I still want to talk to you about them. We’re not clear about the situation between you and your husband, and of course, we can’t interfere. You see, President Su mentioned that she knows a gynecologist at the hospital, very experienced. She asked me if you’ve been married for many years without children and whether you’ve ever had a medical checkup. Since you’re staying in the hospital right now, why not get a thorough checkup? Maybe the hospital can cure you."

Che Xiaocui’s eyes were swollen, probably from crying last night. She listened to Keke’s words and weakly said, "I’m about to get divorced anyway, what’s the use of checking now?"

"Sis, that’s where you’re wrong. If the problem doesn’t lie with you, we can leave with our heads held high. Think about it, you have a decent salary now, there’s definitely no issue supporting yourself, right?" said Zhang Keke, who, being younger, didn’t think as complexly as Xiaocui: "I don’t know what’s on your mind, but if it were me, I would definitely leave."

"Xiaocui, as a woman who has been divorced, people will look down on you. Even my dad would likely break my legs." To them, divorce was a shameful matter.

If her family found out she was divorced, they would surely kick her out and not allow her to return.

"Sis, what era are we living in?" Zhang Keke gave a light laugh, "Who cares about shame, it’s an era of free love now. I’m not kidding, under these circumstances, leaving is the best choice. Of course, it’s your family matter, and how you choose is still up to you."

"Then help me get checked. Whether I get divorced or not, I need to clear things up, whether it’s me who can’t have children, or if it’s him who’s not capable." Over the many years of marriage, the couple had never been to the hospital, except for seeing a folk medicine doctor once.

That folk doctor had said her body was weak and not conducive to having children, prescribing her a bunch of herbal medicines, but she still didn’t get pregnant.

"Okay, I’ll talk to the doctor and arrange a checkup for you. Sis, just keep this to yourself, don’t let him find out." No matter what the test results revealed, it was important that she knew for herself.

"Alright, thank you and President Su." Che Xiaocui hadn’t expected that after injuring her hand, not only did the factory not blame her, but they also had Zhang Keke come to the hospital to accompany her.

She was deeply touched by such warmth.

"President Su is indeed a good person. Yesterday, your husband went straight to her demanding compensation, and she saw right through him at a glance, didn’t pay out, insisting on waiting until you were discharged."

"He’s definitely calculating." Xiaocui wanted to say something but stopped herself, "I don’t even know if the factory will still want me to work after I’m injured."

Her work quality had suffered because of the divorce dispute with He Houfu, which led to her injuring her finger.

"Didn’t you hear the doctor? Your hand has been stitched up well, and it won’t affect your work or future life; at worst, it will just look a little unsightly. I haven’t heard anything about you not being able to work."

"Even if the factory doesn’t need me, I can’t blame them, it was my carelessness. If I hadn’t been distracted, the accident wouldn’t have happened." He Houfu had also told her to ask the factory for compensation, but she simply didn’t have the face to do so.

While they were talking, He Houfu swaggered in, his lips glistening as if he’d just finished breakfast.

Seeing Zhang Keke arrive, He Houfu was surprised: "You’re quite early."

"I was worried Sister Xiaocui wouldn’t have breakfast, so I came early." It was clear he hadn’t thought to bring breakfast for Sister Xiaocui himself.

"I figured she just had surgery and probably couldn’t eat, so I didn’t bring anything." He Houfu sat down, took out a toothpick, and started picking his teeth, "Miss Zhang, when is your boss coming? Maybe we can sit down and discuss the compensation matter."

"I’ve spoken to the doctor, and they said if my sister’s hand heals well, it won’t affect her life in the future, so even if the factory compensates, it probably won’t be much, maybe about a month’s wages."

"A month’s wages, how much is that? A hundred or two hundred?" He Houfu immediately started making a fuss.

Zhang Keke gave He Houfu a puzzled look, clearly, he didn’t know how much Sister Xiaocui earned, thinking it was only a hundred or two hundred.

The factory now operates on piece-rate wages; as long as you work hard, you can almost always earn between three to four hundred.

"About that," Zhang Keke nodded.

"One or two hundred definitely won’t do. Her finger was almost gone, just one or two hundred, who are they kidding? Your boss is called Su Xiaofeng, right? Tell her to come here, I want to have a word with her."

He also wanted to ask Su Xiaofeng if she only compensates one or two hundred when an employee gets injured in her factory, doesn’t she feel a pinch in her conscience?