However, what Xinyan didn’t know was that Han Jingchen was thinking quite differently.
He couldn’t openly deal with him, but he had dug plenty of pitfalls for him. Nowadays, Lyu Juncheng’s reputation at the Mechanical Factory wasn’t great, and the tasks he was assigned were ones even apprentices didn’t want.
But he had a family to support. What could he do if he didn’t work?
If he lost this job and returned home to farm, even his parents might turn against him. Right now, he’s just holding on for dear life.
Ever since learning that Xinyan got into university and was recognized by her biological father, and her status was quite unusual, he had sleepless nights, filled with regret.
If Yao Hui hadn’t manipulated him, his life would be completely different now.
The Han Family and the Yao Family were not even comparable. He was truly filled with regret.
But things were how they were, and he cared about his reputation, so he didn’t dare to show up in front of Xinyan, fearing she would mock him.
Over time, he finally came to terms with it. In the face of livelihood, pride meant nothing. Just then, he received a call from home mentioning the Yu Family looking for Xinyan’s address.
He used this as an excuse to approach He Jinxuan, although he knew it wouldn’t work in one attempt, he didn’t expect He Jinxuan to turn him down so bluntly and expose him.
He Jinxuan didn’t consider Lyu Juncheng significant at all; he was busy with his own goods.
Once everything was mostly dealt with, he and Lu Haibo sorted out the accounts, leaving aside thirty thousand as a share, and took back the rest of the money.
He just wanted to sort out the matters here quickly, hand over the work, and then peacefully go to the capital to accompany Xinyan, otherwise, he���d still feel uneasy.
After all, the little girl was so dazzling, he feared others might have their eye on her.
Right when he was carrying some daily necessities to visit the solitary old man behind the hostel, he found the old man’s door couldn’t be opened at all, realizing something was off.
Without caring about anything else, he put the items aside and started ramming the door, but after trying for ages, he still couldn’t get it open, growing quite anxious.
The noise caught the patrol team of the security department’s attention: "Director, what’s going on?"
He Jinxuan was covered in sweat: "Uncle Zhao’s door can’t be opened. I’m afraid something’s wrong, so I wanted to break it open. But it seems there’s both a latch and a stick against it; I just can’t get it open."
Everyone began to get anxious too.
He Jinxuan suddenly thought of the small window connecting the room to the storage room and quickly sent someone to inform the logistics people about the situation.
Upon hearing there was trouble with Uncle Zhao, they rushed over with keys: "Here’s the key. I’ll open the door, and there’s a ladder in the warehouse. We can climb directly through the small window."
With this, Xiao Li from the security department volunteered: "I’ll do it."
He wasn’t short but was rather slim, making him the best choice since climbing through a small skylight required someone taller for better landing.
Xiao Li struggled a lot but finally managed to get through. Luckily it was him; anyone else from the security team might not have managed, as the skylight was tiny.
He Jinxuan had thought if Xiao Li couldn’t make it, they’d need to find a teenager to try.
Once Xiao Li landed inside, he rushed to check on Uncle Zhao, finding that the fever had left him dehydrated and unconscious, and hurriedly removed the stick propping the door: "Director, Uncle Zhao’s passed out from the fever."
This was a serious situation. He Jinxuan quickly led people inside. With the elderly man’s condition critical, He Jinxuan urgently asked everyone to help lift the elder onto his back and dashed towards the hospital.