Gu Wanqing had just cried, her eyes red like a rabbit.
Years had passed, but time’s harshness had been gentle with her. Besides being more mature and charming, she hadn’t changed much.
If you just look at her figure, she’s no different from a young lady in her prime.
The two daughters-in-law of the Han Family couldn’t help but sigh to themselves: No wonder Xinyan is so beautiful. It’s not just because the second uncle is handsome, but the second aunt looks like a fairy. The looks of this family are truly enviable, making others jealous and resentful.
Gu Wanqing kept holding onto Xinyan: "Yanyan, I’ve heard about your troubles. You’ve really had a hard time."
A fleeting look of malice flashed in Gu Wanqing’s eyes, but only Han Jingchen, who was always observing her, noticed: his Wanqing had changed.
Meanwhile, in the residential area of the water pump factory, Ji Linfeng was squatting by the stove, troubled and unsure of how they would get through the coming days.
A few days ago, he went on a business trip with the purchasing department and made a miscalculation, losing two thousand yuan for nothing. On the way back, he was so absent-minded that he lost his briefcase, and worst of all, it contained invoices and the company seal.
The unit leader had already reported the incident, and he was questioned by the police and the factory leadership. Furthermore, a leader who was on good terms with him hinted that he should be mentally prepared.
Of course, he understood what that meant.
He really didn’t know what to do now. If he lost this job, how would he manage the family’s expenses and his daughter’s medical bills?
Yet, bad things rarely come alone. A neighbor came knocking from outside: "Ji Linfeng, come out. How did you teach your child? Look at how he hit my grandson."
Hearing the yelling outside, Ji Linfeng hurriedly stood up and went out: "What’s going on?"
The visitor was Aunt Sun from the front row. Usually quite amiable, her expression now was murderous: "Ji Linfeng, how did you teach your kid?"
Ji Linfeng was clueless, not knowing what had happened: "Aunt Sun, what exactly happened?"
Aunt Sun pulled her little grandson from behind her: "Look, my grandson is just a few years old, and your Ji Xiaolei pushed him off the dirt mound from over the wall."
The little grandson of the Sun Family had bruises on his face and hands, and blood was seeping from a gash on his forehead, so it’s understandable that Aunt Sun came to confront him.
Ji Linfeng frowned: "Aunt Sun, you know Xiao Lei’s temperament. He wouldn’t do something like this for no reason."
Aunt Sun was truly furious now: "That’s an interesting take. So many people saw your Ji Xiaolei pushing someone, and yet you maintain it’s reasonable?"
Ji Linfeng looked around but didn’t see his son’s figure: "Did anyone see where Xiao Lei went?"
A child on the side said, "He ran off after pushing him."
Aunt Sun stared directly at Ji Linfeng: "You heard that, right? This isn’t just coming from me. What did we ever do to you?"
Ji Linfeng pulled the child who just spoke over: "Tell me, what exactly happened? Why would Brother Xiao Lei push someone?"
But just as he asked, another person came cursing their way: "Ji Linfeng, if you don’t give an explanation today, don’t think about having a peaceful New Year. This is really bullying."
Seeing the commotion, Ji Linfeng knew they also came for him.
Truly overwhelmed, he almost wished he could just die right there. What a mess this was; it seemed impossible to have a peaceful New Year.