The leader is my girlfriend

Cheng Yanzi lowered her head slightly and spoke in a low voice, "Deputy Minister, to be honest, I did get married in the countryside, and I did get divorced in the countryside."

Wang Yiming asked weakly, "Oh... then why?"

Cheng Yanzi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, frowning, "I can't live through these hard times anymore."

"I understand. Are you not used to drinking tea? I have soda in the cabinet." Wang Yiming looked up and suggested. He was not used to drinking tea before, but after being brought up by his grandfather, he can still appreciate tea now.

"Then can I drink soda?" Cheng Yanzi's eyes lit up instantly when she heard that there was soda to drink.

"Yes, wait a minute!"

As Wang Yiming spoke, he stood up and walked towards the cabinet. When he opened the soda and returned to his seat, Cheng Yanzi had already peeled a handful of peanuts for him... Yes, that's right, she was prepared. She would be unemployed after she finished speaking. After all, with this incident, even if it was resolved well, it would be difficult for her to continue staying in the purchasing department for the sake of avoiding suspicion.

"Wow, you're pretty quick!" Wang Yiming couldn't help but joke.

Cheng Yanzi chuckled, "I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll just do it. Do you want to continue now?"

"Okay!" Wang Yiming nodded, handed the soda in his hand to Cheng Yanzi, and sat down to listen to the story.

"I was an educated youth sent to the countryside. When I first arrived there, life was so hard and I couldn't adapt to anything. Other educated youth could more or less receive various daily necessities or food sent by their families, but I had nothing.

Every time I went to work in the fields, I had neither the strength nor the dexterity. Earning six work points a day was considered exceptional. I spent more than six months earning only four work points. It was a truly difficult time. But thankfully, I gradually adapted to working in the fields. At least I could fill my stomach and avoid going hungry.

However, the good times didn’t last long. I thought those were the hard times, but I didn’t expect… there were even harder days waiting for me. Alas.”

Cheng Yanzi sighed, took a sip of soda to sweeten her mouth, and then continued to speak under Wang Yiming's gossipy eyes.

"I was targeted by the 'outstanding young man' in the village. This guy is the scorekeeper in the village. He said that he was the only high school student in the village. He was the kind of person who had high expectations but low skills. In the village, he didn't want to marry a man with low education, and he didn't have a man with high education. It was even more impossible for girls from the city to marry into the village. Just like that, by chance, he fell in love with me at first sight!

Being targeted by a hungry wolf, what good outcome can there be?

When it comes to this man's pursuit of women, there are only a few tricks he uses over and over again: persistence and persistence! So, today he helps me with the farm work, tomorrow he brings me eggs to nourish my body, and the day after tomorrow he writes me a love letter, and if I don't reply to the first one, he writes me two or three more. And then there's the gossip of those "nice" aunts in the village, who constantly ramble in my ear about how wonderful this "outstanding young man" is.

Over time, alas, I became completely blind and confused, isn't it? Once you stay in the same environment for too long, you're inevitably influenced by those around you, and before you know it, you're brainwashed. And just like that, you get married, have a wedding banquet, and successfully step into the abyss.

By the way, the initial days were pretty good. As the saying goes, a hunchback is the tallest among the hunchbacks. Compared with the people around him, he was quite handsome, and the job of a scorekeeper was considered to be ahead of others at the time.

But as time went by, all sorts of problems began to surface. They weren't the trivialities of ordinary life, the family affairs of ordinary people. Instead, the man I married was a truly kindhearted man. What's the saying? "Don't marry a kind man!" He was so kind that he wanted to help everyone, willing to lend a hand. Most importantly... he never considered his own worth.

Choosing to help others when you have the ability to do so is called philanthropy and the joy of helping others; but forcing yourself to help others when your abilities are limited is simply bluffing and hypocrisy. Unfortunately, my partner chose the latter, though he didn't see it as such, because his unscrupulous act of helping others came at the expense of my own interests.

Not long after getting married, his brother died in an accident while repairing a reservoir. At that time, his sister-in-law swore in front of the whole village that she would never remarry. Since their family had not yet split up, he took on the responsibility of supporting his sister-in-law's family of three (sister-in-law, a niece, and a nephew).

What's speechless is that he can give my clothes, pants, socks, shoes, even my personal belongings like underwear to his sister-in-law without any scruples. When facing me, he can still flatter her and make excuses, saying, "My sister-in-law lost her husband at a young age. Life is not easy. These are not expensive things. What's wrong with giving her some as a subsidy?"

Thinking about this, I feel there is something wrong with it. You can subsidize yours, but why do you have to take away what belongs to me to subsidize it? It seems that you have been a good person and have won unanimous praise from the villagers and your sister-in-law, but it is me who has sacrificed and paid the price, and I have to be the unknown one, quietly being the sucker.

Of course, people also have their own theoretical analysis, which is - since you have married me, then your things are mine, so you have the responsibility and obligation to help me achieve what I promised and what I will do.

Look at this basket of fallacies and heresies, which are self-righteous, with one small word after another, and no big words at all.