70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 254 Su Manman and Tian Mengya's Fight

Except for him, all the other kids in the class loved playing house, and He Yuxiang was going crazy with frustration.

Seeing that he was about to break down, Mao Mao comforted him, "We didn't force you to play with us, so just respect us."

"Ha. You still want me to play with you?"

“I don’t mind calling you Dad.”

"roll!"

He Yuxiang rolled his eyes.

Mao Mao leaned close to him and said with pleading eyes, "If you're willing to call me Dad, I can give you everything I have."

Thinking about how He Yuxiang called him "Dad," Mao Mao didn't even wait for him to come back before bursting into laughter, clutching his stomach.

He Yuxiang wanted to kill him.

"Class begins!"

"understood."

During class, Mao Mao couldn't help but whisper in his ear, "I have a dime of pocket money every day. If you're willing to call me Dad, I'll give you that dime. And let me tell you, I've recognized a lot of dads and moms, so you'll become their grandson in the future. Grandsons are the most popular."

He Yuxiang wrote a note with a single, large character on it: "Get lost."

Mao Mao scratched his head, his little brows furrowing: "What is this? It looks so hard to write. Is it for older kids?"

He Yuxiang: "Shut up."

He's almost driven to despair by Mao Mao.

Teacher Lin slapped the blackboard hard: "Students, stop talking and look at the blackboard. We'll be on winter break soon, so study hard and get good grades."

The students below fell silent.

Chen Qing, who works at the factory committee, finds the office extremely noisy.

Tian Mengya has been incredibly annoyed lately because of Su Manman's makeup routine. "Can you please stop throwing that powder onto my face? I haven't even reported your bourgeois behavior, I've already been very lenient with you. I even asked you to turn your head away to do your makeup, can't you even do that?!"

Even though makeup powder can be controlled, Su Manman insists on letting the powder fly onto her face.

It's obviously targeted at her!
Su Manman retorted, "Why are you being so fierce? The most important thing for a woman is to be gentle. No wonder you can't find a good husband. You've been on blind dates with dozens of men, and not a single one of them has taken a liking to you. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you if word gets out?"

"Su Manman!"

Tian Mengya grabbed her enamel mug and splashed it on Su Manman's face: "What's wrong with me going on blind dates? Does it bother you? I'm not like you, going to be someone's stepmother, and even if I were, no one would want me."

"Tian Mengya!"

Su Manman jumped up and down.

He immediately slapped her.

With a sharp crack, Chen Qing's eyes narrowed dangerously.

The others were also stunned.

Tian Mengya covered her face, staring at her in shock. She grabbed the woman's hair, crying and shouting, "How dare you hit me! I'll never forgive you!"

Su Manman was furious: "My hair! My hair!"

Her most precious hair.

Su Manman, being a dancer, was much stronger than Tian Mengya. She immediately took the initiative, grabbing Tian Mengya's hair and wanting to teach this bitch a lesson.

But a tremendous force struck, and Su Manman felt as if her wrist was being gripped by some iron clamp. She looked up along that hand and saw Chen Qing's cold eyes.

Su Manman's pupils contracted.

I instinctively let go.

She argued, "She splashed water on me first."

Chen Qing looked at Tian Mengya, noticing her disheveled hair and faint red marks on her face, and asked, "What do you want to do about it?"

Tian Mengya wiped away her tears of anger and walked outside.

Chen Qing followed closely behind. Tian Mengya arrived at the door of her father's office.

Chen Qing stopped in his tracks: "What are you going to do?"

“They all laugh at me for not being able to get married, and I don’t want to work in the machine factory anymore.”

She's been meeting a man every day lately, so many that she can't even remember their names, and now she has to decide whether or not to get married.

She said she didn't like it.

Her father scolded her for being useless, and her mother cried sadly.

Chen Qing frowned: "They are them..."

“You don’t understand. Every time you argue with them, you can argue back and make them furious, but I can’t do that. You know, every time someone says something bad about me, I remember it for a very long time. Those words are like they’re living in my life.”

Tian Mengya carried her on her back and cried.

She also wished she had Chen Qing's eloquence, but she really couldn't do it.

She was able to refute Su Manman only because the two of them often bickered, and what she said just now was already her limit.

Chen Qing's heart clenched, her eyelashes drooping slightly as she softly asked, "Then how can I help you?"

Tian Mengya's body trembled.

Upon hearing his daughter's voice, still so unhelpful, Deputy Factory Director Tian immediately opened the door and angrily berated her: "How could I have such a useless daughter? From the moment you were born, I've fed and clothed you with the best food and drink. Tell me, isn't your living condition far better than other children your age? What more could you possibly want? You're so picky about marriage, and now you don't even want to work. What do you want to do? You might as well jump off the third floor and just die."

Tian Mengya looked at her father, tears welling up in her eyes.

Chen Qing stepped forward.

Deputy Factory Director Tian immediately told Chen Qing, "This is our family matter, you don't need to interfere."

He said to Tian Mengya, "Come in."

Tian Mengya followed her inside.

The door is closed.

Chen Qing stared blankly at the office door for a long time before turning and leaving.

Follow the steps down one by one.

When she returned to the office, Su Manman was no longer there. Everyone noticed that she looked perfectly normal, as if nothing serious had happened, and continued with her usual routine.

Chen Qing took out a draft paper and a pencil, and began to draw.

At first, she drew a tiny figure, no bigger than a fingernail, who was injured, very badly injured. Gradually, like Russian nesting dolls, each little figure had wounds of varying degrees, but they were gradually covered by her new paintings until they looked bright and beautiful.

It's lunchtime.

Chen Qing tore the painting to pieces.

When she arrived at the cafeteria, people were still scrutinizing her, their gazes varying in tone.

Chen Qing went to queue up for food.

I found a seat and sat down.

Some people noticed that she was eating alone today and started gossiping about it, saying that no matter how glamorous she is, she still eats alone.

Chen Qing finished his meal as if no one else was around.

After leaving the canteen, Chen Qing glanced at the elementary school for children of factory workers, then at the research institute, before slowly walking back to the factory committee.

Director Liu saw her return to the factory committee for her lunch break so late and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No," Chen Qing laughed. "By the way, none of the three group leaders you assigned to me listen to me. None of them report to me. You've really done a good job."

Seeing that she was still smiling, Director Liu felt relieved and said, "I didn't know how to arrange things for you, so I wrote five slips of paper and drew two from them. They just happen to be for these two departments. Maybe this is fate."

"Do a good job and don't let the organization down."

Chen Qing: "Okay."