Ye Zhenghua looked at Meng Zihan as if she were a fool.

"How can you not see the situation? I'm no longer the director, I'm just a lowly worker. Even if she promised to arrange a training program for you before, it's impossible now. Forget about it."

After being detained, Meng Zihan has become somewhat deranged, no longer caring about her usual gentle and sensible image, and is now shouting wildly.

"I can still go to Jiangcheng University even if I don't become a sponsored student, so why won't you let me repeat a year? I want to repeat a year! I want to live at home! Why can Ye Linnan and Ye Linbei live at home but I can't!"

"Ye Linnan and Ye Linbei are my own sons, it's only natural for them to live in my house!" Ye Zhenghua slammed his fist on the table, unable to contain his anger any longer. "Don't yell at me like that. If this happened in any other family, they would have kicked you out long ago. I've even found you a job and arranged accommodation for you, what more do you want?"

"Now you have two choices: either accept the arrangement and go to work, or you go out and find a place to live on your own. Anyway, my family can't afford to support you anymore!"

Meng Zihan held Meng Xueyun's hand, pleading with tears in her eyes, "Auntie, Auntie..."

Meng Xueyun forcefully pulled her hand away, turned her head away, and remained silent.

Ye Linnan and Ye Linbei continued eating their dumplings, completely ignoring her presence.

Feeling utterly rejected, Meng Zihan could no longer hold back and burst into tears again, burying her face in her hands on the table.

Ye Zhenghua said impatiently, "Cry, cry, cry! All you do all day long is cry!"

"If you want to cry, go cry off the table and don't disturb our meal."

Meng Zihan was a child who had been doted on since childhood, and Meng Xueyun couldn't bring herself to ignore her when she saw her like this.

"Xiaohan, don't cry. Auntie will take you to change your clothes and wash up."

She helped Meng Zihan up and led her into the master bedroom, where she gave her some of her old clothes to wear.

Meng Zihan was already on the thin side, but now she's even thinner, and her clothes look loose on her.

Meng Xueyun's eyes also reddened.

"Xiaohan, how did you get so thin?"

"Auntie, are you just going to stand by and watch them treat me like this? Can you really be so heartless as to abandon me?"

Meng Zihan immediately grabbed her hand and asked while crying.

Meng Xueyun sighed, "There's nothing your aunt can do now. Your uncle just lost his job and was already feeling resentful, and then this happened..."

"But this job, your uncle really didn't harm you. He carefully selected it for you. Although it's just a temporary job now, as long as you work hard, you still have a chance to be promoted to the office. The textile factory also has sponsored training positions, so you can try to get them yourself."

"We also went to see the single dormitories; they're all four-person rooms, which are better than the eight-person rooms at the steel mill."

"They also provide work safety supplies regularly, and you can buy fabrics from the factory at a low price, so it's really a great place to work."

"This is all the family can do right now; there's nothing more we can do."

Moreover, ever since Meng Xueyun ran away from home with her savings, Ye Zhenghua has taken back control of the finances and doesn't even give her money for groceries anymore; he buys the groceries himself after work.

Meng Xueyun was out of money and had no way to help Meng Zihan.

"Won't you make a scene with him? What's the point of living like this?" Meng Zihan immediately urged her.

“If you keep causing trouble, the family will really fall apart.” Meng Xueyun shook her head. “Here’s what we’ll do: go out and apologize to your uncle first, then pack your things and go report for duty. Just start working and see what happens. Isn’t it good to have a salary and a place to live?”

"Don't neglect your studies. Wait a few months until your uncle calms down, then I'll try to help you."

"There's no room for you in this tiny house."

Meng Xueyun believed that the most urgent task was to stabilize Meng Zihan to prevent her from making another foolish mistake.

"What if my uncle keeps getting angry? Would I have to be a textile worker for the rest of my life?"

Meng Zihan felt that her future was bleak just thinking about it.

As for the promotion paths Meng Xueyun mentioned, Meng Zihan didn't believe them at all.

If it were that easy, Ye Zhenghua wouldn't have spent half his life scheming and still not being able to hold onto a director's position.

"If I don't calm down..."

Meng Xueyun bit her lip and pondered for a moment before making a decision.

"I'm going to find your cousin. That brat knows how to make money; I'll squeeze it out of her even if I have to be stingy."

"Once she gets to university, without those classmates she'd misled speaking up for her, she'll definitely have to pay up because she's worried about saving face. Otherwise, I'll make sure she can't study in peace!"

"Xiaohan, don't worry, your aunt won't stand by and watch you suffer. She will definitely find a way to help you."

Meng Zihan rolled her eyes, weighed the matter for a long time, and finally nodded.

It seems this is the only way.

I'll work in the textile factory for a few months first, and then slowly make plans.

She would never hand over her salary to the Ye family; she had to keep it firmly in her hands.

If the Ye family doesn't help her, she has her own money and can find a way to repeat a year of high school.

Once she gets into university and makes something of herself, the Ye family won't be able to benefit from her success!

Meng Zihan was a flexible person. Once she made her decision, she stopped crying and immediately composed herself. She asked Meng Xueyun to comb her hair neatly again, making her look much more energetic, before leaving the bedroom.

She lowered her head, went directly to Ye Zhenghua, and apologized softly.

"Uncle, I was wrong. I was too scared just now and said some things that were not very kind. Please don't blame me. I won't do it again."

Ye Zhenghua was picking up a dumpling and dipping it in sauce, without even looking up, and just grunted in response, which was considered as if he had heard her.

"It's good that you know you were wrong. Go pack your things, take everything with you, don't forget anything."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zihan felt a pang of pain in her heart, as if she had been pricked by a needle.

Is this a way of completely cutting ties with her?

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