Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 598 Editor-in-chief Jin

Xia Xindong: ...

"How many times have I said this? If you let Little Nuan call you sister, then you should call me uncle."

"This is just ridiculous, calling out randomly."

He smiled and greeted Jin Ju but didn’t want to chat too much, so he asked Jin Ju, "Are you here to eat, or what?"

Jin Ju glanced at the man sitting in front of Xia Xindong.

He looked refined, but he acted like a ruffian.

She quickly scanned him up and down; he’s from Hai City. Many men from Hai City like to keep their hair in a "three-seven" part this year and enjoy slicking a bit of hair grease on as well.

When she had come in, she had also noticed the barely concealed look of disgust on Xia Xindong’s face.

So, he and this man must not be friends.

Xia Xindong’s house is nearby. If they were friends, he wouldn’t have brought him to this restaurant to eat.

She suddenly remembered what Little Nuan had told her a few days ago, that her eldest aunt’s ex-husband, incited by Lin Qing, shamelessly came back to seek reconciliation with the already remarried eldest aunt.

Fortunately, the eldest aunt was firm in her stance, paid no attention to him, regarded him as dog shit, and then went with grandma to spend the New Year in Beidu.

Little Nuan’s grandmother and mother also came.

In that case, she and her younger uncle wouldn’t have to make the trip to Nanshan County Town.

Jin Ju was thinking about visiting her elders before the Spring Festival.

Jin Ju nonchalantly withdrew her gaze.

Jin Ju always had a sharp mind. In a mere instant, she had more or less linked these events together.

If she wasn’t wrong, this man had followed from Nanshan County Town to Beidu.

It could be a coincidence, or perhaps someone intentionally told him, and then he really found them.

With Xia Xindong at home, naturally, he couldn’t be allowed to disturb his mother and sister-in-law.

So, was he bringing the man to the restaurant to negotiate?

His tightly furrowed brows seemed to indicate that the situation was somewhat tricky.

Dealing with such a scoundrel was not easy.

Especially since he also held the identity of the biological father of those two children.

This was a naturally advantageous condition.

Even if he wasn’t demanding a reconciliation, simply wanting to see the children was something no one could obstruct.

This was a completely justified act, and there was no law anywhere that would prevent him from seeing his children.

As long as he tenaciously clung to this point, the Xia family would indeed be disgusted.

Jin Ju confidently sat directly opposite Xia Xindong and cheerfully said, "I wanted to find a social news angle before the Spring Festival. I can’t just sit in the office wracking my brain; so I came out to look for inspiration, and also took the opportunity to check out the current state of the market in Beidu... Oh right, I don’t recognize this comrade. Are you friends? Brother Xindong, why don’t you introduce us?"

Xia Xindong: ...

Although this girl is obviously clever, why is she joining in the excitement now?

Xia Xindong’s gaze darkened slightly, but there was also a gentle look in his eyes.

This was how he introduced Jin Ju.

"This man is my sister-in-law’s ex-husband who wants to reconcile with her. She disagrees, and now, he has chased her from Nanshan County Town to Beidu. I’m just about to ask him some questions."

Xia Xindong didn’t mention that he couldn’t father children due to his injured body. In case Meng Zhaolin became angry and said something unpleasant, it would be offensive to Jin Ju.

He introduced Jin Ju to Meng Zhaolin, "This is Comrade Jin Ju, the editor-in-chief of ’** Daily’."

Meng Zhaolin was taken aback.

In those days, the status of literary people was very high, and those who could write were called "pen warriors."

Even if you could only write doggerel, you’d still be called a talented man or woman.

If you were to publish an article in the newspaper, that would be quite an achievement.

Everyone would want to say that you were the patron star for scholars come down to earth.

Many years later, if you said you were a writer, especially an internet writer, you might even feel a bit embarrassed yourself.

But in this day and age, if you said you were a writer, you might very well enter parks without needing a ticket and gather research materials without a library card.

Not just a writer, they would say you were a great writer.

The word ’great’ attached to writer signified reverence and admiration.

Not to mention Jin Ju, who was the editor-in-chief of the Dragon Kingdom’s largest newspaper.

This was indeed a mighty pen.

Amazing!

As someone who considered himself to possess a degree of cultural literacy, Meng Zhaolin faced Jin Ju with an inexplicable sense of intimidation.

His back bent a little, and his neck shrank in, but he still greeted Jin Ju in a pleasing manner and introduced himself along with where he was from and where he worked.

Jin Ju simply said, "What a coincidence, my cousin works at that factory."

Meng Zhaolin hurriedly asked who it was, but Jin Ju smiled without speaking, then turned to ask Meng Zhaolin, "If I remember correctly, your ex-wife has already remarried and is living in peace, no longer the penniless Ma Cuifen who came back home with a child and begging for food. Are you turning over a new leaf, or are you truly considering for your child?"

At this point, Jin Ju paused, then continued, "Ma Cuifen is Brother Xindong’s elder sister-in-law, but as she is a woman, naturally, it’s not as convenient to communicate with her as it is with me. How about this: you tell me your thoughts, and if they are reasonable, I will help you persuade Ma Cuifen..."

As she spoke, Jin Ju had already taken out her notebook and fountain pen, preparing for the interview in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes appeared gentle, yet they carried an inescapable sense of oppression.

Meng Zhaolin felt somewhat nervous and couldn’t help swallowing several times, his complexion changing as he pondered her words.

What did she mean by "coming back begging for food"?

This... it seemed he really hadn’t given Ma Cuifen a single penny; he had only bought her a train ticket.

He didn’t want to give her money, worried that Ma Cuifen might think he still had feelings for her and didn’t want her to leave, so he made a hard decision.

Then he thought about how Ma Cuifen had taken several hundred yuan from home, which she shouldn’t have spent in no time.

Was Editor-in-chief Jin questioning him, yet it seemed like she was backing him up afterward?

Meng Zhaolin was confused, but seeing Jin Ju’s professional demeanor, he became uncertain again.

Xia Xindong suddenly understood what Jin Ju was trying to do.

She was trying to extricate him from a difficult situation.

A glimmer of warmth flashed through his eyes, and his usually still heart felt a slight ripple. He sat steadily, wanting to see how Jin Ju would handle things.

Jin Ju, tapping the table with her fountain pen as if absentmindedly, producing a few crisp sounds, then looked up at Meng Zhaolin. Her voice was still very gentle as she asked, "May I ask why you and Ma Cuifen got a divorce?"

Meng Zhaolin opened his mouth but was at a loss for words.

How could he say that he looked down on her, detested her, and wanted to marry the daughter of the deputy factory manager, so he divorced her?

Jin Ju then asked, "Is the reason for the divorce hard to discuss? But if you don’t clarify, how am I to persuade Ma Cuifen? If it’s too difficult for you to speak of, then should I give my cousin a call, do you mind?"

Meng Zhaolin’s complexion changed drastically.

Editor-in-chief Jin’s cousin?

If he wasn’t wrong, that would be the general manager of the main factory!

His current father-in-law’s daughter was the daughter of an underling deputy manager in a subsidiary factory, nothing compared to the general manager of the main factory, as different as heaven and earth.

Because only the general manager of the main factory had very strong connections in Beidu, which he learned from his colleagues’ gossip.

Meng Zhaolin hastily said, "No need for trouble, I... I... it was because of marital discord."