Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 296: Women—No Matter How Skilled, What’s the Use?
Watching Xu Qinghuan’s departing figure, Song Yanqing still felt a bit angry. No matter how she tried to reason with Xu Qinghuan, she remained stubbornly obstinate.
Tang Jinmei entered just as Xu Qinghuan brushed past, seeing her and Jiang Xingye receiving a sack from someone else, she thought to herself, engaged in speculation buying and selling?
Upon seeing Song Yanqing, she no longer paid any attention to Xu Qinghuan and walked over, "Are you Doctor Song?"
Song Yanqing found her somewhat familiar, nodded, and didn’t notice Tang Jinmei’s scrutiny.
Tang Jinmei had two good friends here. After chatting for a while, she subtly inquired about Song Yanqing.
"Hey, have you heard? Doctor Xu resigned. She won’t be working at our hospital anymore. After settling this month’s salary, she won’t come back."
"What? Why? Doctor Xu is very skilled. Last time I got pimples on my face, she gave me an ointment, and after applying it for two days, all the pimples vanished, and my skin became smoother than before."
Tang Jinmei’s friend said, "I heard it’s because of Doctor Song. I heard the news when I took over the shift this morning. There was a patient last night that Doctor Xu said she couldn’t treat, and Doctor Song scolded her in front of the patient and their family."
"What kind of illness can’t Doctor Xu handle?"
"It’s not about whether she can treat it or not, it’s that kind of illness. If it were me, even if I could treat it, I wouldn’t. It’s that kind of illness — a man’s issue, you know, the kind where the man can’t perform."
Tang Jinmei felt embarrassed as she touched her warm cheeks, thinking about what she did with someone these past few nights. Despite their age, he acted like a young boy, charging ahead recklessly.
Can’t perform? If he can’t, he’s definitely not worth keeping.
Fortunately, her man isn’t the issue; he’s too capable.
She couldn’t keep up.
Tonight, she definitely needs to talk to him about it.
Tang Jinmei was lost in thought, and when the small nurses were halfway through their conversation, they quickly shut up when they heard Song Yanqing’s voice, like clams.
While appreciating Song Yanqing’s competence, Tang Jinmei recalled her man’s complaints about her being too devoted to work, neglecting the family, only raising a daughter when he wanted a son, and marrying a wife like her was like an eight-generation curse — an undisclosed pride.
Song Yanqing was indeed a pillar of the county hospital, and every patient she treated had nothing but praise for her.
But for a woman, no matter how skilled she is, what’s the use?
If she isn’t appreciated by her own man, maybe even resented, her achievements won’t bring her happiness in the end.
Tang Jinmei’s thoughts were, of course, unknown to Song Yanqing. She felt scrutinized, and every time she looked over at Tang Jinmei, she received a smiling greeting, which seemed to carry admiration, making Song Yanqing quite pleased.
She really enjoyed the feeling of being recognized for her hard work.
Xu Qinghuan took some fabric from Cao Congjun without paying but instead gave him some pills, "These are ten yuan each, no deception. I’ve resigned from the county hospital, but I performed the surgery on your child, so you can reach out to me anytime if there are any issues."
Cao Congjun felt very fortunate, "Why aren’t you at the county hospital anymore? Did you encounter any troubles I can help with?"
Xu Qinghuan shook her head, "No difficulties, just didn’t want to continue. By the way, I’d like to meet the director of the textile factory. Our production team wants to establish a partnership with your factory. Would it be convenient for you to introduce me?"
Cao Congjun felt a little embarrassed, "Truth be told, I’m the director. How may I assist you?"
"That’s great!" Xu Qinghuan smiled, "You see, I just looked at your fabric, and I believe there could be further machine improvements to make the fabric finer, sturdier, and with variable patterns."
Cao Congjun cautiously asked, "Do you have diagrams for these machines? Could we have a look first?"
"Of course, but providing improved diagrams is not free. As I said, we want to collaborate with your factory. Our production team is planning to open a garment factory. We need fabric and hope your factory could offer us competitive pricing and reliable delivery schedules."
"That’s no problem. If the diagrams are feasible after our evaluation, we can sign an agreement."
"Alright, then it’s settled," Xu Qinghuan remarked.
It was already noon when they left. Jiang Xingye carried Xu Qinghuan on his bicycle to a state-run restaurant for lunch. Li Zhaodi greeted them enthusiastically, attracting the attention of the other patrons.
Zhao Jianjun was taken aback upon seeing Jiang Xingye. Sitting opposite him, Liu Dongmei turned to see what was going on — a strikingly handsome couple with remarkable appearances.
Initially, Liu Dongmei thought Zhao Jianjun was staring at the woman dumbfounded, but then she realized Zhao Jianjun was looking at the man.
"Do you know them? Who are they?" Liu Dongmei quietly asked.
Zhao Jianjun awkwardly replied, "They’re from the Shangjiang Team."
Although it wasn’t explicitly said, Liu Dongmei guessed who it was and continued eating without speaking.
Zhao Jianjun quickly reassured her, "Dongmei, don’t worry, I’ll definitely break off the engagement with Jiang Xingmei soon."
"What are you talking about? Why should I care? Besides, what does your engagement have to do with me?"
Having finished her meal, she got up and left.
Zhao Jianjun didn’t want to cause a scene. Seeing her leave, he even sighed in relief, hastily packed his unfinished food, and followed her out.
As the two left one after another, Jiang Xingye, still in line, saw them and his eyes turned cold.
Upon returning with their meal, Xu Qinghuan asked, "What happened? Did something occur?"
Jiang Xingye handed her chopsticks, "Just now, I saw Zhao Jianjun, Meizi’s fiancé, chasing after a female intellectual."
"Did they see you?"
"Maybe they did." Jiang Xingye wasn’t sure. He separated the lean meat from the braised pork for Xu Qinghuan, but she dodged while holding her lunch box, "I don’t want any meat. I’ve had enough."
Jiang Xingye ordered three dishes in total, including braised pork, spare ribs stewed with dried green beans, and catfish cooked with eggplant — all large dishes.
Seeing that she liked fish, Jiang Xingye carefully picked out the bones for her, and Xu Qinghuan surprisingly finished two servings of rice, rubbing her belly, "I ate too much; it’s all your fault!"
She joked accusingly.
Jiang Xingye smiled affectionately at her, "It’s my fault, all my fault!"
Beneath the table, Xu Qinghuan secretly stepped on his foot, not using much force, so Jiang Xingye didn’t feel any pain. He looked at Xu Qinghuan with deep interest, causing her heart to skip a beat, "What are you doing?"
"Want to step back?"
"Yeah." Jiang Xingye whispered, "I’ll step back later, but I can’t bear to hurt you."
The tone was suggestive, and his gaze was intense, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Xu Qinghuan turned her head, not daring to provoke him further.
Just as they planned to leave, Li Zhaodi approached with someone, "Hey, sis, brother-in-law, wait a minute, this is the director of our restaurant, and he wants to discuss something with you."
