Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets
Chapter 238: My Leg Might Be Ruined

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: My Leg Might Be Ruined

Tang Mingli was busy with the affairs of the clothing factory, while Tang Yue was responsible for designing the clothes.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the workshop was very hot to work in. To provide everyone with a better environment, a batch of electric fans was installed in the factory. The fans blew a cool breeze, and the employees were all grateful.

At home, they couldn’t afford electric fans. Even when it was swelteringly hot, they usually just fanned themselves with a handheld fan. Now, there were fans in the workshop, making many workers go home bragging about it in a boastful tone.

Anyone who worked at Mingyue Clothing Factory was reluctant to leave. The salary was very good, the payment was extremely stable, and the work wasn’t tiring. Such a good deal would only be given up if the factory drove them away; otherwise, no one wanted to leave on their own accord.

Over the past half year, the one who had changed the most was Tang Zhengyuan. At first, he dutifully performed the role of a warehouse manager, but this year, he was moved to the cutting section. Tang Zhengyuan was cautious and could put his pride aside, and his work was very reliable. Compared to his former erratic behavior, he had indeed improved a lot.

Wang Aihua dutifully accompanied Tang Min at home. Tang Zhengyuan could come home twice a month and brought money with him, so her days were quite happy. The only time she wasn’t happy was when she went to the town to buy groceries and saw that Liu Cuihong’s clothing business and Zhang Huafeng’s southern goods business were doing better and better, itchy with envy.

She wanted to earn money too.

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"Big sis, have some watermelon. This watermelon is really sweet."

Tang Jun brought the watermelon to the prototype workshop. He carefully cut the watermelon into pieces to make it easy for Tang Yue to pick up.

"Have you eaten?" Tang Yue asked. The watermelons these days had no pesticides at all; they were all naturally ripened, very red, and particularly sweet.

Tang Jun broke into a grin and said, "Not yet, I’ll go now."

After putting down the watermelon, Tang Jun ran off.

Tang Yue ate the watermelon and glanced at the calendar. She hadn’t rested at noon, having taken care of all her tasks, and went back to First Middle School around five in the afternoon.

Security office.

"Uncle, is there any mail for me?" After summer vacation started, Tang Yue would come every other day, afraid that she might miss a letter from Mo Siyu.

The old security guard was dozing off in his rocking chair, but when he saw Tang Yue, he immediately said, "Girl, there’s a letter for you."

He handed over the letter and said, "This letter, it just arrived today."

"Thank you, uncle."

Tang Yue took the letter, saw that it was mailed from Jing City, her eyes gleamed with delight, and her mouth could not help but curl upwards. She found a chair under a large tree, sat down directly, and the summer breeze was cool. She carefully opened the letter and saw the strong and powerful handwriting, feeling sweet inside.

There were several pages of writing, and Tang Yue read word by word, afraid she might miss something. The gist was that he had gone out and had just returned, then he expressed how much he missed her and left a phone number for her.

When Tang Yue reached the last page, she subconsciously stood up, not noticing the uneven ground under her feet, and nearly fell. She clutched the letter, reading it several times over, and when she saw that he had hurt his foot and couldn’t walk, she immediately began looking for a public phone nearby without even finishing the rest of the letter.

Tang Yue dialed the phone number, not minding whether it was mealtime or not. With the previously memorized number from the letter, she made the call, and the "du-du" sound made her anxious and worried; he was injured again.

"Hello, this is Qin Anhao," came from the other side of the phone, just as he was about to help Mo Siyu go for a meal.

Tang Yue immediately recognized that it wasn’t Mo Siyu’s voice, and she said, "Hello, is this Bailutong Team? Please could you transfer me to Mo Siyu, thank you."

Her crisp voice echoed on the phone, and from the other end, there seemed to be some noise.

With just one sentence spoken, the phone was snatched away by Mo Siyu, who was standing beside him.

Qin Anhao silently complained: He hadn’t even figured out whether the caller was a man or a woman.

"It’s me." As soon as Mo Siyu heard her voice, despite having planned to go for a meal, he immediately sat down and gestured to Qin Anhao with his eyes.

Qin Anhao glared in frustration. Who was it that had just invited him to eat?

Qin Anhao stayed put, sitting beside him. He wanted to listen, but Mo Siyu straightened his back, switching to a posture that was stingy about sharing.

Picking love over friends.

Qin Anhao looked at him with disdain, although he did not make a move to chase after the phone to listen.

"Mo Siyu, how’s your leg injury? Is it serious? I’ve just gotten your letter." Without a second to reflect on how much she had missed his voice, Tang Yue’s mind was entirely focused on his leg injury.

Her anxiety, her worry, it all came through the phone.

"Uh, my leg injury..." Mo Siyu was about to say it was not serious when suddenly, a gleam flickered in his eyes. He said, "The doctor said my leg might be crippled."

"What!" Tang Yue exclaimed in shock, her tone rising significantly, drawing frequent glances from the owner of the small store.

Tang Yue quickly asked, "How can I get to you?"

"What?" Mo Siyu was baffled.

"Your address." Tang Yue explained. Her only thought was to see Mo Siyu, especially after hearing that his leg might be crippled; her heart was in knots.

In her previous life, Mo Siyu’s leg was fine, but who knew whether her rebirth might cause a butterfly effect that would cripple Mo Siyu’s leg?

Therefore, Tang Yue’s first thought was to visit Mo Siyu.

After Tang Yue got the address, she immediately set off to return. She was thinking, what kind of excuse could she use to visit Mo Siyu in Jing City?

Meanwhile, Mo Siyu, ever since hanging up the call, was over the moon. He asked, "Anhao, she just said she’s coming to see me, right?"

His leg might be crippled!

The doctor explicitly said his leg would be fine with just half a month of rest, and he had been right there at the scene.

Qin Anhao gave Mo Siyu an oddly scrutinizing look. In his eyes, Mo Siyu was particularly capable—there wasn’t a business deal he couldn’t close, not an order he couldn’t secure. Just by having Mo Siyu deliver goods once, all subsequent orders could be negotiated.

Even when facing stronger competitors, Mo Siyu remained the calmest among them, leading them to a resounding comeback victory.

But, was this man grinning like an idiot really Mo Siyu?

"Come on, let’s go eat." Mo Siyu stood up happily, heedless of his foot injury, and winced with a sharp intake of breath.

"Ha ha ha." Qin Anhao laughed schadenfreude-ly: "Siyu, if she finds out you lied to her about your leg once she gets here, will she be so angry she breaks up with you on the spot?"