Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 486 - 485: Coincidence, Really a Coincidence

Chapter 486: Chapter 485: Coincidence, Really a Coincidence

Nobody knew how, but the phrase "She dares to break her own child’s arm today, and she’ll dare to twist someone else’s child’s neck tomorrow" spread like wildfire.

This rumor spread far and wide, not only within the Wang Family but also quietly making its rounds through the food factory. Within half a day, even the hospital cafeteria ladies knew that the woman whose face was gnawed by rats had broken her stepdaughter’s arm a few days ago. Despite never having seen Chen Daya, it did not stop them from chopping her reputation like a radish.

As a result, Chen Daya was particularly snubbed in the hospital.

Her wardmates ignored her, and the junior nurses rolled their eyes upon seeing her.

Chen Daya was furious to the point of death but she was bedridden and could only quarrel verbally.

But each time she shouted even a word, a nurse or doctor would come to shut her up, forbidding her from disturbing the rest of the patients.

If anyone else lay in the hospital bed, Chen Daya would not have taken such words to heart; not even the King of Heaven could stop her from cursing people. But now, it was her lying there, and her life was in the doctors’ hands; she didn’t dare to offend them.

Thus, Chen Daya’s miserable and suffocating hospital stay began.

Compared to her misery, upstairs in Wang Xiaoxiao’s ward, there was joy.

Because Chen Daya had broken her leg, Qian Guozhu finally let go of his worries. He didn’t need to guard his wife and child every day, afraid to step out, now able to alternate hospital night vigils with Wang Shumei. Sister-in-law had also just finished her confinement period, taking over the duty of delivering meals, preparing a variety of foods for the patient Wang Xiaoxiao every day.

Moreover, Wang Damin had finished all his military enlistment reviews and checks at record speed. The young man was healthy, with no issues in his physical examination, and his high school grades were also good, allowing him to enlist smoothly. Under the influence of "father Sie Zhe," Wang Damin, who should have been waiting for the end of conscription to enlist, was arranged a job to organize physical examination forms temporarily. Without pay, but he had already moved into the military dormitory.

Thus, Wang Shumei resolved one of her worries.

While one side experienced joy and the other sorrow, Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan visited the provincial city.

They went quietly and returned quietly, only they knew what they had done.

...

"This time the leader from the railway is here, whether our food factory can secure a rail transport line depends entirely on this inspection. The leader arrives in the afternoon, so everyone tighten up and hurry to arrange things, anyone who slips up is out!" said the Factory Director sternly at the factory meeting.

The workshop directors looked at each other, and the oldest among them asked, "Director, what exactly does this leader want to inspect in our factory?"

What’s the connection between the railway bureau leader inspecting the food factory? Do they understand food production or raw material preservation?

The Factory Director frowned fiercely and said, "Are you stupid or what? What do you care what the leader is inspecting? You just need to know, if we can transport goods by train, our factory’s profits will soar! Let me tell you, the leader is mainly here to talk to the Steel Factory, and our visit is the result of begging high and low. Make sure your people are in line, anybody tries to mess with me and I’ll take them down!"

The workshop directors were even more confused.

Without knowing what to inspect, how could they prepare?

The Factory Director looked at his subordinates, sighed, and then curled his fingers, tapping on the desk, "Do you even need to think about it? From production to hygiene, from the workers’ looks to their ideological awareness, get everything sorted! Even if it’s just a rat—no, there mustn’t be any rats in the factory!"

"Alright... got it..." the workshop directors replied, feeling a headache, their response lacked any strength.

The Factory Director was very dissatisfied with their state and was just about to lecture them when his secretary rushed into the room frantically, pale-faced, and said, "Director, there’s a dazibao (big character poster) outside! It’s an accusation against Chen Daya from the sausage workshop!"

"What? Who the hell dares to accuse my sister!"

At the end of the table, Chen Dabao slammed his hand down and stood up.

He clenched an unlit cigarette between his lips, his eyes turned red, looking ready to devour someone alive.

The Factory Director’s face turned pale in an instant: "What happened? What did Chen Daya do?"

Blind spots seemed to cloud his vision.

How could such a coincidence happen? Leaders were about to arrive, and why did Chen Daya have to stir up trouble right now?

The secretary glanced at Chen Dabao and said, "According to the complaint letter, Chen Daya has been abusing her stepson and stepdaughter for years, and just a few days ago, she broke her stepdaughter’s arm."

The Factory Director furrowed his brows and turned to Chen Dabao: "What’s this all about?"

Chen Dabao opened his mouth, and stubbornly, mustering the courage, he said: "I don’t know anything about it, my sister treats those kids just like her own. Which stepmother wouldn’t care for the children? A slap or a beat, doesn’t every mother discipline like that?"

Catching the evasive look in his eyes, the Factory Director knew there was something fishy about the whole thing. But now was not the time to dig deeper into it—the most pressing matter was to prevent the leaders from seeing any of this!

He immediately told the secretary, "Invite the comrade who made the complaint to see me, take down the posters, and I’ll talk to them slowly."

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the secretary replied, "Factory Director, I really can’t do that."

"What do you mean?"

"There are too many people. We can’t fit them all in here..."

By the gate of the food factory, dozens of people were gathered at this moment.

Most of them were neighbors from the Wang Family’s neighborhood, and among them, there were several young faces, though not particularly conspicuous mixed in the crowd. The neighbors simply assumed them to be fellow victims who had also suffered under Chen Daya and Chen Dabao.

Not only had they plastered big-character posters in the bulletin board, but some also held banners and megaphones, confronting the factory workers within the gate.

"Chen Daya abuses children! Chen Daya abuses children!"

"Chen Dabao covers up for the criminal! Chen Dabao covers up for the criminal!"

The Factory Director and a few workshop directors had just approached the gate when they were nearly bowled over by the organized chants.

Turning his head, the Factory Director glared fiercely at Chen Dabao.

Chen Dabao, confronted with so many people, flashed a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

He didn’t feel any remorse—at this moment, he only thought his sister was too foolish, leaving such a huge loophole for others to exploit. Incompetent at everything, she only knew how to drag him down with her.

"Comrades, comrades!"

The Factory Director really didn’t want to step out of the food factory’s gate, but he had no choice – steeling himself, he walked out: "Let me say something first!"

The protesters were civilized. A young person at the front waved a hand, spoke through the megaphone: "Let’s hear what the Factory Director has to say! If he doesn’t resolve the issue properly, we’ll continue to protest! Then we’ll go to the square and expose the shameful face of their food factory!"

"Alright!"

The corner of the Factory Director’s mouth twitched fiercely.

What kind of talk was that?

If he couldn’t settle this matter to the satisfaction of these people, would they end up cursing both him and the food factory together?