70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 189 Yang Yihe Has a Fever

The quotas for worker-peasant-soldier college students were all fixed, but the machinery factory monopolized so many of them, it was practically a celebration for the leadership.

Chen Qing: "Wouldn't that be awesome?"

Tian Mengya shook her index finger: "How could that be? The factory leaders have already started vying for spots. My dad even asked me if I wanted to go to the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University."

"That's a good thing about your dad."

“No, no, no, he hopes that after I go to university, I can find a better son-in-law.” Tian Mengya’s expression was complicated: “If I go to the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University, I don’t even know what I will study. It would be a waste to take away the opportunity that others are eager for.”

Her father was the deputy director of a machinery factory.

She was a member of the factory committee.

Tian Mengya would truly feel guilty for taking a degree that many people dream of, even though she has no dreams of her own.

Tian Mengya then added, "Actually, I don't need to think so much, because Director Shen is furiously vying for the spots. Given my dad's personality, he won't fight for so many for me."

She is an only child.

An extremely rare existence.

But it's not that her parents didn't want to have a son.

It's because her father is disabled.

Because her father was disabled, he devoted himself to his career, wanting to prove his abilities from another perspective, which enabled him to rise steadily in rank.

Does that mean her parents care about her? Not entirely.

Does that mean her parents don't care about her? It doesn't seem so.

However, her father was extremely critical of her behavior. For example, when she openly stated her requirements for a future partner, he scolded her: "You're a girl, don't you have any shame? How dare you say what kind of man you like in public? Is that something you can say!"

Her parents love her dearly.

But she was also forbidden from offering any rebuttal.

Because that wouldn't meet their expectations for their daughter.

She had many unconventional ideas since childhood, but her parents nipped them in the bud. They forbade her from getting good grades to avoid overshadowing the son of a leader at the time, and forbade her from working in the sales department of the machinery factory, as girls shouldn't interact with too many people. They even forbade her from being enthusiastic about her work in the factory committee, as being too diligent would affect her ability to raise children in the future.

She never truly resisted.

They were heartbroken at the slightest sign of trouble.

Obedience is her best destiny.

Chen Qing hesitated, feeling that Tian Mengya lived in a very divided family environment.

Tian Mengya: "Don't try to comfort me. I'm actually living a better life than many girls."

Chen Qing was at a loss for words.

When someone urged them to hurry up, they quickly finished eating to make room for others.

The two returned to the factory committee office.

Chen Qing had little work to do in the afternoon and spent it leisurely.

The factory leaders were all busy with their own affairs. Even though the exchange meeting had just begun, they couldn't wait to divide up the spoils.

Secretary Yang's faction snatched up four spots.

He picked up the teacup with satisfaction and took a small sip.

Yang Xiujin was also satisfied: "I'll make plans with them tonight."

As for where to invite the four of them, the two kept it to themselves.

Secretary Yang: "I promised to give money to university professors so that they could take good care of our people. Once they enter the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University, the gold we've been hiding can finally be put to use."

Recruiting talent requires money.

If we want to attract even more talent, we need a continuous stream of money!
Fortunately, the thirty catties of gold hidden away can last for a while.

Yang Xiujin nodded, and the two chatted casually for a few minutes before parting ways.

The talent they selected wasn't all from their own network; three of them openly pledged allegiance to Director Shen. Yang Xiujin had also initially aligned himself with Director Shen.

If it weren't for Director Shen discovering his collusion with Secretary Yang...

Their relationship will never be exposed.

Yang Xiujin returned to the logistics department, rubbed his neck. He had been busy preparing for the exchange meeting recently, and now that he had finally achieved his goal, he wanted to relax.

But whenever he thought of women, he thought of Chen Qing!
The person she had longed for for so long had finally fallen into someone else's arms. Just thinking about it made Yang Xiujin feel as if her chest had been ripped open by a dull knife, and the pain was so intense that she couldn't breathe.

Despite his heartbreak, he had a great time that night.

Yang Yihe lay on the roof, silently recording the four new faces. In the freezing cold, she slowly walked home, hid the drawing paper, and shivered under the covers.

At night, her forehead grew increasingly hot.

Yang Yihe woke up several times in a daze, wanting to get up and drink water, but her head was still very dizzy, so she simply lay down on the bed. When she woke up, she saw the dazzling sun, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she quickly put on her schoolbag to go to school.

I was in a daze the whole way.

She was also afraid that the teacher would scold her for being late.

When Mr. Lin didn't see Yang Yihe, he asked several classmates, but none of them knew why Yang Yihe hadn't come to class so late. So, when he didn't have class, he went to the logistics department of the machinery factory to find Yang Xiujin: "Director Yang, Yang Yihe didn't come to class today. What's the reason?"

Yang Xiujin was dealing with miscellaneous tasks in the logistics department when she heard him say that. She was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand to look at her watch. It was almost ten o'clock. There was no way she hadn't gotten up yet.

“I’ve been busy these past few days, leaving early and coming home late, so I haven’t been paying attention. How about this, I’ll go back at noon and see if she’s even a little late, so she won’t dare to come to school.”

Teacher Lin also guessed that: "Then when you go back, talk to her nicely, and don't scold her. Being late is not a big deal. She is a very good child and she definitely didn't want to be late."

"Of course." Yang Xiujin smiled gently.

A flicker of irritation crossed his eyes behind the glasses.

After speaking with the parents, Ms. Lin returned to school.

As soon as he arrived at the classroom, he saw Yang Yihe on He Yuxiang's back.

"What's going on here?"

"She had a fever, so I carried her to the hospital."

"I come."

Teacher Lin quickly picked up the child.

Seeing the commotion in the class, He Yuxiang coldly slammed his hand on a desk, the loud noise silencing the students: "Follow the teacher and pay attention in class from now on, don't get complained about, you hear me!"

"heard it!!!"

The students in the class responded in unison.

He Yuxiang went to the hospital with Teacher Lin.

He has experience in caring for patients with fever.

Mao Mao wanted to go too, but Teacher Lin refused.

He Yuxiang went to help, while Mao Mao was just causing trouble.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Yang Yihe was quickly put on an IV drip. Teacher Lin asked He Yuxiang to watch over Yang Yihe while he went to find Yang Xiujin.

When Yang Xiujin learned that his child had a fever, he naturally had to take leave to see her. To show how much he cared, he asked someone to take Yang Yihe to a four-person room that was temporarily empty: "Xiaohe, are you alright?"

He Yuxiang: "She has a fever."

Yang Yihe pursed her lips.

A cold glint flashed in Yang Xiujin's eyes, then she smiled and said to He Yuxiang, "Thank you so much for taking care of my Xiaohe. You have to study too, so go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of her."

He Yuxiang wanted to get water for Yang Yihe.

He nodded.

Yang Xiujin saw He Yuxiang out and then smoked next to Yang Yihe. A hazy white mist rose up, and the cigarette butt had a shimmering scarlet tinge.

Staring at that red dot, Yang Yihe felt her throat getting increasingly itchy, and then she coughed violently.