"No, no, Factory Director, please don't misunderstand!" Seeing the suspicious look on her face, Sister Ju quickly explained, "I'm different from Secretary Liu. I just want to know Factory Director Chen's attitude towards Wang Dongxiang so I can discuss the future path with my sister!"

"What does this have to do with how you plan to go in the future?" Ye Yun raised an eyebrow.

Upon hearing this, Sister Ju's face instantly fell. "Factory Director, you have no idea. Wang Dongxiang is not someone to be trifled with. Before you fell on hard times, she was incredibly strict. She would come to the factory to check on us all the time. My sister and I were on good terms with the factory director because we received his help, and she thought we were interested in him. She made things difficult for us a lot. Before, when she ran away with the money, my sister and I were actually relieved, thinking that Director Chen was finally going to get rid of this woman. Now that she's back, my sister and I are in big trouble!"

Ye Yun: "..."

Another Lin Jiao series in the world?

Not really. At least Lin Jiao was sincere towards Jiang Yuan, while Wang Dongxiang was only after Chen Zhenxing's money.

Compared to someone who absconded with the family's remaining savings when her husband fell on hard times, Lin Jiao would probably feel insulted.

As Ye Yun was thinking, she saw the steamed buns that Chen Zhenxing had bought earlier.

She looked up at the little boy hiding in the corner, waved the steamed bun in her hand at him, and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

The little boy stared longingly at the steamed bun in her hand, then swallowed hard.

Oh, it seems you didn't eat.

Ye Yun smiled, her eyes crinkling, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

Perhaps it was the allure of the meat buns, but this time the little boy looked at her and obediently uttered two words: "Dongdong..."

"Dongdong."

Ye Yun nodded, smiled, and waved to him, saying, "Come here, here's a steamed bun for you. Your dad bought it."

dad?

Visibly, a glimmer of light appeared in Dongdong's eyes.

Having not lived with his father for more than half a year, he was sent to his maternal grandmother's house by his mother. He could only wait for Chen Zhenxing to visit him occasionally when he was not busy. He missed his father and the man who used to let him ride on his shoulders like a horse.

The aroma of the steamed buns was enticing, and since they were bought by his father, he longed for them even more.

But he wasn't familiar with Ye Yun. He stared longingly at the steamed buns in Ye Yun's hand, his mouth watering, but he still didn't dare to go forward.

Seeing that Ye Yun was trying to befriend the child, Sister Ju stepped forward, took his little hand, and introduced him with a smile: "Dongdong, what's wrong? You used to be quite lively when you came to the workshop. This is Aunt Ye Yun in front of you, she's your dad's good friend, don't be shy!"

Dongdong clearly recognized Sister Ju, and after hearing her introduction, he looked at Ye Yun.

The child's eyes were exceptionally pure, without so many hidden thoughts; all his emotions were written in his eyes. Perhaps because Sister Ju was there, he was no longer as afraid as before, and his gaze towards Ye Yun was filled with innocent curiosity.

Sister Ju pulled him forward, "Come on, let me introduce you to Aunt Ye Yun."

Ye Yun smiled gently at him.

The little guy stared blankly at Ye Yun, then let Sister Ju pull him along until they reached Ye Yun.

"Here's a meat bun." Ye Yun opened the oil paper, took out a meat bun, and handed it to him.

The little guy took it immediately.

One bite, two bites, three bites, they wolfed it down, as if they hadn't eaten in a long time.

Ye Yun was startled by his posture and quickly poured him a glass of warm water, gently coaxing him, "Eat slowly, no one is going to take it from you."

Seeing that the little guy's eyes were red from choking, she raised a hand to pat his back.

As soon as she reached out her hand to the little guy, he suddenly widened his eyes in horror, dropped the bun in his hand, and turned to run away.

Still trying to run?

Ye Yun reacted quickly and grabbed his arm. The thin sleeve of her clothes slipped down the little guy's thin wrist, suddenly revealing a patch of bruises on his arm.

Ye Yun's pupils contracted.

She ripped open the little one's clothes, and found large patches of bruising and contusions of varying degrees on his abdomen, chest, and arms—a truly shocking sight.

"This, this..."