My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 664: Save a high-quality seed?

Chapter 664: Save a high-quality seed?

After the Qin family "left", the Textile Factory welcomed a new Factory Director, a former military serviceman who was upright and conducted affairs according to the rules, leading the factory to run smoothly.

By now, it had been over a month since Gu Yingzhou left Jing City.

He was on his way back, and in these past few days, Lin Tang couldn’t hide her joy.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere.

In the Provincial City, the Jing Family also experienced an incident that caused an explosive reaction.

The men of the Jing Family were discussing the current situation in the Study Room, preparing for any sudden changes.

Jing Yi smiled and said, "Big brother, everything you mentioned is ready. We’re just waiting to close the net."

The one called big brother was a middle-aged man sitting in front of a large desk, handsome with a pair of extremely resolute eyes. He sat there like a mountain, exuding a powerful aura.

"Hmm, wait a bit longer," he replied indifferently.

Thinking about the recent targeted suppression against the Jing Family, a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

After discussing official matters and gaining some peace of mind, Jing Yi hesitantly looked towards his big brother and said, "Big brother, has sister-in-law stopped causing trouble?"

Jing Ting’s brows furrowed slightly, and the smile on his lips turned chilly. "When does she not make a fuss? It doesn’t matter! As long as it doesn’t affect the big picture, let her be."

The man didn’t care at all.

Jing Yi, observing the cold and rigid expression on his big brother’s face, didn’t quite know what to say for a moment.

In his big brother’s eyes, there was no room for sentimentality.

Except when it came to his niece Ranran, his patience was rather limited.

"Big brother, do you remember the girl I mentioned before, the one who looks a lot like you?" he suddenly asked.

Jing Ting was taken aback and responded, "I remember. What about her?"

Jing Yi took a sip of tea, giving a thumbs-up. "That girl is amazing. The weft-insertion machines and fine-spinning machines I got my hands on all bear that comrade’s touch. She’s truly intelligent, her mechanical talent is on par with yours."

Speaking of the two machines just mentioned, a depth stirred in his eyes.

"Oh? She must be quite skilled." Jing Ting didn’t take to heart what Jing Yi said about the girl looking very similar to him—after all, it’s a big world, full of all kinds of oddities.

Having two people look alike was not unusual.

Knowing the benefits Jing Yi had received, Jing Ting solemnly said, "Since you have profited from that comrade’s kindness, thank her properly once the family situation stabilizes."

"I know," Jing Yi had already planned to do so and, undeterred, asked, "Big brother, are you really sure you haven’t done anything outside...? Ahem..."

Anything scandalous, leaving behind some exceptional progeny?!

Jing Ting, old-fashioned in nature, had no idea what he was talking about. "Done what outside?"

Upon seeing his brother’s meaningful look, his deep, well-like eyes paused.

"How old are you, and what exactly is going on in your head?" His tone was icy cold.

Though he wasn’t exactly the most upright person, he still understood the importance of family loyalty.

He lacked the baser instincts exposed by some men.

Jing Yi felt criticized for his age, his face struggling to maintain composure.

"You sit, big brother. I’ll go check outside," he said.

This was the hundred and first time proving that big brother truly lacked any sense of humor.

After finishing speaking, he gulped down his tea and left the Study Room.

Jing Ting thought of something, also stood up, and walked outside.

... His wife Zhuo Jing seemed emotionally unstable these past few days; he decided to check on her.

At that moment, women and children were all talking together in the Grand Hall.

Zhuo Jing lightly pulled at the coarse dacron fabric of her clothes, her expression discontented.

"When can we switch back to our regular clothes? I can’t stand this rough material for another minute! There’s nothing much going on at home, so why must we suffer this indignity?"

Guo Qiao, hearing her sister-in-law’s complaints, looked helplessly on.

"Sister-in-law, just bear with it for a few more days. The current situation is tricky, but as soon as things settle down at home, you can do as you please!"

Zhuo Jing was close to losing her patience. "Wait, wait, wait! It’s been half a month already. How much longer must we wait?"

Recalling her well-spoken, sunshiny first love, in contrast to her husband Jing Ting who wouldn’t say a romantic word, her heart’s scales tipped even further away from him.

Guo Qiao: "..."

Seeing that her sister-in-law was like someone pretending to be asleep, she couldn’t be bothered to persuade her further.

With big brother around, she assumed that her sister-in-law couldn’t really stir up trouble.

So for the time being, she remained silent.

Zhuo Jing was prone to tantrums; she needed to be coddled and adored, or else she would create a ruckus.

"Sister-in-law, why aren’t you saying anything? Are you dissatisfied with your elder sister-in-law?" she demanded.

Guo Qiao: "..." So now even her silence was wrong?

Jing Huan saw her great-aunt targeting her own mother and a disapproving look appeared on her bright and striking face.

"Great-aunt, what do you want my mom to say? Be reasonable, please. Everyone is anxious about the trouble at home. Why are you taking it out on my mom?"

Jing Huan didn’t have a fondness for her great-aunt, who knew only luxury and pleasure.

Jing Ran saw Zhuo Jing becoming the target of everyone again, and her eyes dimmed.

However, she was never her mother’s favorite, and now she didn’t dare to speak.

Zhuo Jing, incensed by the younger generation’s sarcasm, felt like a little red spark had been thrown onto tinder inside her.

"What’s it to you when adults are talking! Lack of manners."

This comment was particularly heavy, and both Guo Qiao and Jing Huan’s faces flushed with anger.

Jing Ze saw his mother becoming more and more inappropriate, and his face cooled. "Mom, you’ve gone too far."

Hearing her son say this, Zhuo Jing stood up with a vehemence like a firecracker.

"I’ve gone too far?"

She marched over and jabbed Jing Ze’s forehead forcefully with her finger, exclaiming in rage, "Have you forgotten who gave birth to you? You are my son, a member of the principal family. Why are you licking the second branch’s boots? You must be out of your mind..."

Having suppressed herself for days, Zhuo Jing exploded, becoming completely unrestrained in her speech.

Jing Ze pulled her hand away, flinging it aside, and stepped back several meters away from her.

"In your heart, you clearly delineate who’s close and who’s distant, mom, but I don’t see it that way. To me, everyone is family; there’s no need to make such distinctions."

Guo Qiao felt warmth in her heart.

If Aze could think this way, then all her forbearance was worthwhile.

Jing Huan’s anger slowly subsided.

...Even considering her cousin’s feelings, she couldn’t truly tear apart the facade.

But still, she felt infuriated! Her great-aunt always acted as though the whole world owed her, that everyone should coddle her—truly grating to the core.

Zhuo Jing, hearing Jing Ze’s words, grew angrier.

Her well-maintained face twisted, her chest heaving slightly, emotions extremely unstable.

Jing Ran, concerned her mother might become physically unwell with anger, hesitated before moving to support her. "Mom, please don’t be angry..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhuo Jing’s shove sent her crashing into the table.

"Don’t call me, I don’t know what low-born brat you are. You have no right to call me mom..."

The Grand Hall fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere turned suffocating.

Jing Ran looked hurt, not understanding why her mother would say such terrible things.

Jing Ze quickly went to help her, asking with concern, "Ranran, are you alright?"

Jing Ran’s eyes reddened, "I’m fine."

Zhuo Jing’s words acted as sharp knives, one after another stabbing into the young girl’s heart, causing her immense pain.

She had always known her mother didn’t like her, but she never expected her to say such hurtful things.