My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 781

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“Then go...”

Gao Peng really was relentless.

“I’m going to see my grandson.”

Zhang Xiangcao’s patience ran out, and she boarded the nearest bus in the face of Gao Peng’s stunned gaze, heading to her daughter’s place.

As for her encounter with Gao Peng on the road, she didn’t mention it to anyone.

He was just a stranger, after all, nothing worth mentioning.

Of course, she was not going to tell Sisi, “I saw your biological father.”

That man didn’t deserve a daughter; her Sisi had been raised by Tang Zhijun, painstakingly brought up by Tang Zhijun.

When she was sick, it was Tang Zhijun who took care of her, Tang Zhijun who took her to and from school, and for anything that came up, it was Tang Zhijun, the father, who stood firm in the forefront.

What did this have to do with Gao Peng?

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She cast away those unpleasant thoughts and was still slightly irritated even after getting on the bus.

But once she got off the bus, she had forgotten about it, along with all the other irritating details that she didn’t want to remember.

After all, she had forgotten them for over twenty years—remembering them now wouldn’t have been difficult if she wished.

And she truly hadn’t factored Gao Peng into her life, yet she didn’t realize that Gao Peng was about to stick to her and her daughter like a piece of stubborn chewing gum.

Meanwhile, Gao Peng was still frozen in place, his mind buzzing with noise.

It was that one sentence said by Zhang Xiangcao that echoed in his head: I am going to see my grandson.

Grandson, grandson, Zhang Xiangcao had a grandson.

She was married, had children, and now even a grandson.

But how could this be?

How could Zhang Xiangcao possibly be married and have children?

He himself didn’t have any children; how could she?

Yes, he had no children.

Back when he was a sent-down youth, he thought that his life was destined to be that way, that he would be a farmer forever.

Yet his tall and handsome figure, carrying an air of scholarly charm and often dressed in a white shirt, set him apart from the villagers.

As a primary school teacher, he might not have had many students, but he was given a generous salary.

Eventually, he accepted his fate.

Handing over the money and clothes, she let him go.

He was genuinely moved and swore an oath: once he settled down there, he would definitely bring her and her mother over.

If he broke his promise, may he never have a son to send him off in his old age.

He was earnest at the time because he truly had no intention of leaving her behind.

They had a good relationship, and he liked Zhang Xiangcao.

Besides, they were married, and he couldn’t possibly become a Chen Shimei.

But then, who knew, he ended up being a Chen Shimei.

The countryside was plain, the villagers simple, and life straightforward.

However, city life was different.

People in the city would compete and fight over a good job.

Slack a bit, and an opportunity might slip right past you.

Once he arrived in the city, he had to compete in everything, but no matter what, he could not outdo others.

In the village, his education and decent appearance made him something of a god, but in the city, he was like a weed that anyone could step on at will.

He was a man, a very proud one at that.

From childhood, he had been the pride of his parents—good-looking and smart.

When he was young, the girls in the neighborhood loved to follow him around.

But now, he was like dung, ignored and overlooked, an insult to a man as proud as him, unbearable.

So when his father suggested he marry the daughter of a factory manager, despite initially refusing, as he was already married and still fond of Zhang Xiangcao, the love they shared over the years didn’t just disappear.

Xiangcao was his ideal wife—beautiful, gentle, obedient.

He could say anything, and she wouldn’t contradict him.

He would declare something round, and she wouldn’t argue it was square.

A woman who put him above all else was what he wanted.

The factory manager’s daughter was neither attractive nor had a pleasant personality, and he truly didn’t fancy her.

At first, he stood his ground, but gradually, he realized his persistence had become a joke.