MGASC -Chapter 167 Every Day Will Be a Good Day from Now On

Zhang Qiao held Zhang Ling’s hand, determined to back her up, and shot a slight glance at Xu Liang. “But it’s partly my fault for not explaining clearly.”

Saying that, she rummaged through her cloth bag and pulled out her wallet. She counted out a thick stack of bills—at least several hundred yuan.

She shoved all the money into Zhang Ling’s hands. “Here, this is our wages and bonus for this month. Your one hundred fifty—one hundred is your base salary, fifty is the bonus. Sister, our business is just starting, so the pay is a bit low for now, but trust me, we’ll definitely earn more in the future, and the bonuses will get bigger. The rest is for Sister Li and the others; you can count it and give it to them tomorrow. Sister, I’ll be going to the city more often, so you’ll need to handle things at home and with the workers.”

Even though the bills were just ten yuan each, a few hundred in cash felt like a thick stack in hand.

Zhang Ling gripped the money, her emotions surging.

She knew her sister was helping her, and she didn’t ask why the agreed one hundred yuan had become one hundred fifty.

She just nodded and carefully tucked the money away.

“Sister, you talk with Teacher Xu. I’ll go inside and start cooking.”

As soon as Zhang Qiao went in, the smile on Zhang Ling’s face disappeared.

Xu Liang, on the other hand, looked utterly embarrassed. “Zhang Qiao gave you one hundred fifty? Are you two putting on a show or something?”

He barely earned that much in a month—how could Zhang Ling possibly get so much?

“Think whatever you want, Xu Liang. I just want to ask—when are you actually going to handle the paperwork?”

“I…”

This time, Xu Liang was speechless.

When he came to see Zhang Ling today, he had some confidence. Especially after making a concession—giving her fifty yuan a month—he thought he could definitely bring Zhang Ling back.

But now…

Zhang Ling said firmly, “Tomorrow morning at eight, we’re getting divorced!”

Bang! She slammed the door and left.

She had already made up her mind to move forward, leaving no chance to look back. Even if it hurt or left her reluctant, the pain and attachment were only for the person Xu Liang used to be—the one she met back then. That man had nothing to do with the selfish jerk he had become now.

When she went inside, Zhang Qiao was picking vegetables. Zhang Ling walked over, snatched them, and ushered her sister toward the room. “You’re carrying a big belly. Go rest inside. I’ll make the meal.”

Zhang Qiao observed her sister’s expression. “Sister, you and that guy…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going back to him. Qiao Qiao, I’ve decided to divorce him. Tomorrow we’ll handle the paperwork.”

Zhang Ling didn’t want to explain everything that had happened these days. Every time she said it aloud, it was like opening her heart to her own failures.

She was also afraid Zhang Qiao would ask, but Zhang Qiao didn’t. “Mm, as long as you’ve made up your mind. Sister, don’t be sad. In a few days, I’ll take you to Jiangcheng to relax.”

Zhang Ling’s eyes watered. “Okay.”

She pulled out the money again, only counting her one hundred yuan, and handed the rest to Zhang Qiao. “Qiao Qiao, thank you for giving me face in front of him just now. Whatever we agreed on is final—take the rest.”

Zhang Qiao returned the money to her. “Sister, the bonus is yours—take it. I mean what I said. From now on, you’ll still have to take care of things at home. You can also use the money I saved. That was meant for your living expenses anyway. We’re family—if I can’t trust you, who else can I?”

Zhang Ling was stunned. Her sense of loss was filled, and she didn’t refuse anymore. “Alright, I’ll keep track from now on.”

To supplement Zhang Qiao’s nutrition, Zhang Ling specially cooked extra dishes.

After the three little ones came home from school, the house was immediately filled with laughter and cheer.

“Aunt Ling, why so many dishes today?”

“Yay! Aunt Qiao is back!”

“I knew it! Aunt Ling wouldn’t just cook so much meat! It’s because Aunt Qiao is back!”

Lin Jin tried to grab some food without washing his hands, and Zhang Ling smacked the back of his hand. “Go wash your hands! Sounds like I’ve been torturing you guys, doesn’t it?”

Zhang Qiao changed into loose pajamas and came out. Sure enough, her sister had cooked so much good food—everything she loved.

Knowing her sister was on her side, Zhang Qiao deliberately sent Lin Xun downstairs to buy a few bottles of soda.

The sodas were opened, one for each of them.

Lin Ran took a sip. “It’s so great that Aunt Qiao is back! Even the soda tastes better.”

Zhang Qiao said, “You’re so happy I’m back, but today’s meal isn’t to celebrate my return.”

Lin Jin asked, “Then what is it celebrating?”

Zhang Qiao glanced meaningfully at Zhang Ling. “Of course, it’s celebrating your Aunt Ling finally starting a new life.”

Zhang Ling was touched, her chopsticks trembling. “Qiao Qiao, don’t tease me.”

“Who’s teasing you? Sister, let’s toast—congratulations on making the right decision. From now on, every day will be a good day!”

Zhang Qiao clinked her cup with her sister with a radiant smile. Zhang Ling, infected by her joy, also lifted her drink to toast.

Yes, every day would be a good day from now on.

The next morning, Zhang Ling went early to handle the divorce. As soon as the office opened, in less than half an hour, she and Xu Liang finalized everything.

Walking out with the thin certificate in hand, Xu Liang felt a sense of loss.

The last time he came here was for their wedding—back then, they were happy and full of hope for the future.

But now…

“Zhang Ling, are we just…”

Xu Liang wanted to talk, but Zhang Ling had already walked away without a glance back.

Clutching the stamped divorce certificate tightly, Zhang Ling’s actions might seem outrageous to outsiders, but she felt not a shred of regret.

Although she didn’t know what the future held, it couldn’t be worse than this, right?

She wandered casually through the streets, pockets jingling with her newly received wages, intending to buy something for herself. After a round of shopping, she still ended up buying fruits and snacks for the kids and Zhang Qiao.

Even Zhang Ling was speechless at herself—having money and not knowing how to spend it.

She decided to just eat a bowl of noodles at a shop.

Zhang Ling went to a noodle shop and ordered beef noodles.

As soon as she sat down, a shadow fell across from her, forcing her to look up.

It was Jin Quan.

He had also ordered a bowl of noodles, plus a few side dishes—celery with peanuts, mixed bean sprouts, a marinated egg, and braised beef.

“So many people, let’s sit together, if you don’t mind,” Jin Quan said as he sat down, only then remembering to ask Zhang Ling.

“Suit yourself.”

Zhang Ling thought, if she had known he was coming, she wouldn’t have come at all.

Recently, Jin Quan often brought mustard greens to her home, and she always received them, so they were somewhat familiar. But he had a sinister look, and Zhang Ling couldn’t help feeling uneasy, wanting to stay eight feet away.