Reborn back to the time before I sold my blood to support my scumbag boyfriend's college educat

"Yichu, what do we do now? Do you think what Liu Jiayu said is true?"

"Definitely not. Yu Jianfei used to treat her so well, spending all his earnings on her and her mother. Yet she still dumped him. How could a woman like that care about Yu Jianfei's life or death?"

Wang Shengli became increasingly angry as he spoke. He didn't care if Yu Jianfei acted like a jerk, but he couldn't let him harm his father.

"No, I'm going back to her and demand the money back. If she doesn't hand it over, I'll expose the shameful things she and Yu Jianfei did."

"Shengli, don't be impulsive. Even if you tell your uncle about their relationship now, it won't do him any good."

What if Yu Jianfei doesn't give Liu Jiayu the money? Liu Jiayu betrayed him once; can you guarantee Yu Jianfei won't be wary of her?

Wang Shengli remained silent. Liu Jiayu was the only clue. Xia Yichu was right; he couldn't act impulsively.

"Let's go back first, and call Liu Jiayu tomorrow. Zhijie, you go find Shengli tomorrow and make this call."

Or you can come to my house to call me; tomorrow is Sunday after one more day of school. My cousin is getting married on Monday, and I have to go to Kyoto for the wedding the day after tomorrow.

Xia Yichu had originally planned to fly to Kyoto after school tomorrow, but now she can only go the day after tomorrow morning.

"Yichu, I'll bring Shengli to your house tomorrow at noon."

Without Xia Yichu around, Wang Zhijie was afraid he wouldn't be able to persuade Wang Shengli. He used to seem so composed, but now he was too impulsive. However, it was understandable; if Wang Shengli were in that situation, he might be even more impulsive than Xia Yichu.

"Okay, Zhijie, hurry up and take Shengli back. I don't know how Auntie is doing at home by herself. I'll just take a taxi back."

"Okay, be careful. Victory, get in the car."

Xia Yichu waited until they drove away before she hailed a taxi; she didn't go back.

"Master, go to Shunfa Garment Factory."

Xia Yichu felt that this whole thing started because of Yang Dazhi. She wanted to meet with Yang Dazhi, but if she went to the garment factory now, they would probably be getting off work soon.

"it is good"

Twenty minutes later, they arrived near the garment factory. Xia Yichu paid the fare and got out of the car. Looking at her watch, it was a little past 5:10. She remembered that the garment factory didn't close until 6:00.

However, Yang Dazhi is the deputy factory director, and it's unclear whether his get off work hours are the same as theirs. Even if they are the same, he can leave earlier.

"Big Brother"

Xia Yichu walked to a stall across from the garment factory that sold fried rice, fried kueh teow, fried rice noodles, and fried noodles. The stall owner was a man in his thirties. No one from the factory had left yet, so the stall was empty, and he was preparing the ingredients.

"Hey, little girl, what would you like to eat?"

"Give me a plate of fried rice."

Xia Yichu was a little hungry, and the stall owner's food looked pretty good, so she ordered a plate of fried rice.

"Okay, what do you want to add? We have minced meat, ham, sausage, pickled vegetables, and eggs."

"Give me some sausage and eggs."

"it is good"

The vendor skillfully picked up an egg, gently tapped it on the edge of the pan, and with a "smack," the egg white and yolk slid into the hot pan, sizzling.

He quickly spread the eggs with a spatula, and the golden egg mixture instantly formed a thin pancake in the pan. Then, he picked up a sausage, cut it into small pieces, and precisely sprinkled it on the eggs.

He then poured the rice into the pot and stirred it continuously with a spatula, thoroughly mixing the rice with the eggs and sausage. In no time, the previously loose rice became distinct grains, emitting an enticing aroma.

The vendor worked efficiently, adding various seasonings as he stir-fried the food: salt, soy sauce, and chopped green onions, all in just the right amount.

As the spatula danced, the rice tossed and turned in the pan, its aroma growing ever stronger. In no time, a delicious and visually appealing plate of fried rice was ready.

"Little girl, have a taste."

Xia Yichu swallowed hard; she was already hungry, and now she was even hungrier.

"Okay, thank you. It looks delicious. How much, sir?"

"The sausage is more expensive, it's two yuan a serving."

Few people add sausage and egg together; most people eat one serving for one dollar and one dollar and fifty cents.

After paying, Xia Yichu stood by the stall and started eating. The stall owner didn't have tables or chairs, so everyone ate like this; some people would take the food back to the factory to eat.

"Brother, do you know Deputy Director Yang of the garment factory?"

"I know him. Sometimes he'll have people come to my place for fried rice at lunchtime."

The stall owner was surprised to learn that the young man who came to his stall to make fried rice had arrogantly asked him to add more meat. He said it was for their Deputy Factory Director Yang, and if there wasn't enough meat, he wouldn't be allowed to set up his stall there anymore.

"I heard he's going to be the factory manager soon, is that true?"

"Yes, Deputy Factory Director Wang was arrested, so it's only his turn to take over. He has powerful backers; even if he hadn't framed Deputy Factory Director Wang, he would have taken the factory director's position anyway."

See? Even the stall owners outside the garment factory guessed that Wang Shengli's father was framed by Yang Dazhi.

"Oh, then why did he go to the trouble of framing Deputy Factory Director Wang?"

"I heard it from a veteran worker who has worked in the factory for over 20 years."

He said that Yang Dazhi's wife wanted to marry Deputy Factory Director Wang, but Deputy Factory Director Wang didn't like her, so she settled for Yang Dazhi.

The stall owner stopped working and went over to chat with Xia Yichu.

"Therefore, Yang Dazhi harbored resentment and opposed Deputy Factory Director Wang at every turn. Fortunately, the factory director was sensible and valued Deputy Factory Director Wang."

Unfortunately, they couldn't fight city hall; Yang Dazhi's brother-in-law was promoted this year, and nobody wanted to offend him.

Xia Yichu had finished eating by this time, having eaten all the food.

After throwing the lunchbox away, she asked, "Brother, has Yang Dazhi finished get off work?"

"No, I haven't seen him come out yet. Young lady, you don't look familiar. What are you doing here?"

He'd been running his stall here for over a year and had never seen Xia Yichu before. A girl as pretty as her—he'd definitely remember her after seeing her even once. Besides, it wasn't closing time yet; there weren't many people around except for the stall owners.

"I'm here to look for a job."

"A garment factory isn't right for you."

The stall owner, seeing her constantly asking about the garment factory, assumed she was going to work there.

Why?

"Yang Dazhi is not a good person. The garment factory employees will have a hard time when he takes over."

"He does his job as factory manager, and I do mine. We don't interfere with each other."

"Oh dear, why won't you listen to advice? He..."

The stall owner suddenly stopped talking and looked at the clothing factory across the street. Xia Yichu looked over as well.

A brand-new motorcycle slowly drove out of the garment factory, and the rider was Yang Dazhi. He was wearing a neat suit, his hair was slicked back, and he had a smug look on his face.

The stall owner whispered to himself, "Look, this is Yang Dazhi."

When Yang Dazhi looked over, the stall owner stood in front of Xia Yichu, smiled, and nodded at him. There was nothing he could do; when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Unexpectedly, Yang Dazhi was different from before; he smiled at the stall owner. Moreover, he drove his motorcycle straight towards them, giving the stall owner a bad feeling.

"Deputy Factory Director Yang, what would you like to eat today?"

"I'd like a plate of fried noodles."

As Yang Dazhi spoke, his eyes were fixed on Xia Yichu. The stall owner knew something was wrong; his premonition had come true. Yang Dazhi was indeed after the young girl.

Pah, shameless. You're old enough to be someone's father.