All-around警花 Su Xiaonu穿越到 the 1980s in the body of a woman of the same name who was a scumbag, unloved by anyone, constantly被人戳脊梁骨, without any golden finger, dealt a terrible hand, and with two cu...
This is truly something I've never seen before!
That woman surnamed Lan is so shameless. In all their sixty-plus years of life, they have never seen such a wicked woman.
"Don't worry, Moxi, I'll get the aunties in the neighborhood to keep an eye on the Lan family mother and daughter. I'll tell you immediately if they do anything out of the ordinary." Aunt Zhang was also a person who hated evil.
“Yes, we will all be keeping a close eye on this wicked mother and daughter.” Several other elderly women chimed in.
"Thank you, aunties." Moxi clasped her hands in a gesture of respect.
"No need to be so polite!" Aunt Zhang patted Moxi's hand. "Girl, thank you for trusting Aunt Zhang. In the future, if you need anything, just come to Aunt Zhang. I can't help with other things, but I can still do my part to control the bad behavior of the Lan family mother and daughter. If all else fails, I'll have the neighborhood committee come and educate them."
"Thank you!" Mersey clasped his hands together again. "Thank you so much!"
Moxi knew that her sister-in-law didn't like to be ostentatious, and she wouldn't clarify misunderstandings or engage in factionalism. She was really afraid that Lanyin would use underhanded methods to harm her brother again.
Because she knew that her brother used to be someone Lan Yin could manipulate, but things were different now. Her brother was a big boss, and Lan Yin might want to try and win him back.
As Lan Yin drove, she glanced at Xiao Moran in the rearview mirror and found him to be increasingly manly and pleasing to the eye.
"Brother Moran, it's been a long time. How are you?" Lan Yin quickly tried to get close to Xiao Moran, ignoring the fact that Aunt Chen was still in the car.
"Don't you know whether I'm good or not?" Xiao Moran said sarcastically. "What good can a country bumpkin riding a tricycle possibly have in this big city?"
"Brother Moran, you really know how to joke. Who doesn't know you're the owner of Warmth brand mattresses now?" Lan Yin said softly, not angry at all. "I'll go to your factory and buy a few mattresses sometime. I want to replace all the mattresses I use at home with Brother Moran's products. Every night when I sleep in my bed, I'll remember that these are products made by Brother Moran."
"I'm sorry, our factory doesn't sell its products directly to customers. If you want to buy a Warm Brand mattress, you'll have to go to a specialty store."
"You're the boss, and you set the rules, so why can't we sell?"
“The boss can’t break the rules. Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. The manufacturer and the distributor have signed a cooperation agreement. I’m only responsible for producing mattresses. Sales are handled by the partners.” Xiao Moran didn’t even look up, busy tending to Aunt Chen’s bleeding hands.
Xiao Moran would never provoke a materialistic woman like Lan Yin, and even if she came to take care of his business, he would refuse.
Xiao Moran felt like he had been a fool all along, being used by Lan Yin and her daughter for so many years.
All those years of farm work were for nothing.
Having witnessed the true colors of Lan Yin and her mother after their falling out, Lan Yin would never believe a word this woman said again.
Besides, he loves Su Xiaonuan more now.
Xiao Nuan is his true love.
Xiao Moran had already wrapped Aunt Chen's hands with a towel, not daring to wrap them too tightly. The towel was soaked in blood and was completely red. He then placed two small pillows placed in the back of the car under Aunt Chen's hands.
Upon seeing this, Lan Yin frowned. If Aunt Chen had taken it herself, she would definitely have cursed her out.
It was Xiao Moran who took it. Not only did she not get angry, but she also said understandingly, "Brother Moran, are you tired? If you are, put another pillow behind your back and close your eyes to rest for a while. I will call you when we get to the hospital."
"No need," Xiao Moran said coldly. "Rural people don't get tired from farm work, so why would they get tired if they don't do farm work now?"
"Brother Moran, don't always label yourself as a country bumpkin. In my opinion, you have more class than those city people," Lan Yin said ingratiatingly. "Right now, among all the big bosses in the provincial capital, Brother Moran is probably the youngest and most promising, and of course, the most handsome."
Aunt Chen felt like vomiting. She knew exactly what this woman was up to. The moment this vixen lifted her buttocks, she knew she wanted to seduce Xiao Nuan's man. She let out a soft groan. "Ouch, this pain is excruciating, Madam. Look at my hand, can you give me a few days off?"
"I can't make that decision; you'll have to talk to Xie Zhi first." Lan Yin cursed Aunt Chen, this third wheel, countless times in her mind. She was so tactless, always having to speak up at this time and interrupt her conversation with Xiao Moran.
“But the boss is away on a business trip and won’t be back for a few days. How can I ask him for leave?” Aunt Chen knew that she was deliberately making things difficult for her. “Besides, my hand is injured like this, and I can’t do anything. If you don’t give me leave, I’ll be an idle person. Maybe I’ll even have to ask the old lady to cook for me.”
The old lady that Aunt Chen mentioned is Li Chunxiang, and the lady is Lanyin.
Hearing such a title, Xiao Moran looked down on the mother and daughter from the bottom of her heart. They still had that rustic air about them, yet they dared to be addressed as "Madam" and "Old Madam."
Aunt Chen felt that calling her "boss lady" was more natural, but the other party insisted on making her call her that.
If someone calls her by the wrong name, they'll slap Aunt Chen in the face.
“Aunt Chen can’t do anything like this. Why don’t you give her a few days off and let her go back to work when her hand is better?” Xiao Moran pleaded on Aunt Chen’s behalf.
"But who will cook for the children?" Lan Yin asked tactfully. "Brother Moran, you are a kind-hearted person, but you have to consider the actual situation. I have to go to school, and my mother doesn't live with us. Besides, the two children don't have a very good relationship with my mother. If something happens to my mother while she is taking care of two children, I won't be able to explain it to Brother Zhi."
"How about this, Xiaotian and Xiaoli can come to our house for dinner, and Aunt Chen can also come to our house for dinner. Aunt Chen can still pick up and drop off the children at school. She can come to your house for dinner after her hand is healed," Xiao Moran said after thinking for a moment.
Lan Yin felt there was a chance and immediately agreed. "Okay, let's do it that way then."
She felt that while Xiao Nuan was away from home, she could take the opportunity to visit the children and try to get closer to Moran.
After arriving at the hospital, Lan Yin changed her usual vicious ways and pretended to be a very good person.
Lan Yin treated Aunt Chen with the same warmth and care as her own family.
Xiao Moran was helping Aunt Chen walk, but she reached out to grab Xiao Moran's large hand, taking the opportunity to gently stroke his palm with her small hand. "Brother Moran, let me help Aunt Chen, you go register first."
Aunt Chen saw it all and felt resentful.
What a wanton woman, always exuding a seductive charm.
Xiao Moran, oblivious to the fact that Lan Yin had taken advantage of him, pulled his hand away. "Okay, I'll go register first."
As soon as Xiao Moran left, Lan Yin let go of Aunt Chen's hand, her charming smile replaced by a poker face, and she said fiercely, "I'll give you special treatment today for Xiao Moran's sake, but don't let it happen again!"
"I know," Aunt Chen said softly, lowering her head. For the sake of her two children, she had no choice but to endure working for the Xie family. Otherwise, if she left and a heartless person took over to care for the children, Xiao Tian and Xiao Li would be in even worse shape.