Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Help, what did he misunderstand! ...

When they first met, Fu Mingjun enthusiastically asked Lin Wan to follow him and call him uncle.

Lin Wan still remembered that when she called him "uncle", Fu Xiuhuai opposite her nodded slightly in response without any emotion.

However, at this moment, a trace of fluctuation appeared in the man's deep eyes: "What did you call me?"

Lin Wan lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips: "That's what I called you when I first met you."

Fu Xiuhuai didn't seem angry, he just smiled faintly: "What's done must be done."

Lin Wan held the marriage certificate in her hand and suddenly felt that this man was a deep-minded person and made her feel insecure in every way. She put the marriage certificate back into the drawer and turned around to lie down on the bed.

Was I crazy this year? Why did I marry Fu Xiuhuai?

The other side of the bed sank for a moment, and Lin Wan turned sideways to face the wall. She knew that it was Fu Xiuhuai lying there, and she became nervous for a moment.

The man's powerful and unignorable aura seemed to transform into an invisible breath, enveloping the surroundings tightly. Lin Wan felt a little uncomfortable.

Especially when she felt the man approaching from behind, and his slender fingers seemed to touch her waist, Lin Wan turned around abruptly and looked at him with a slight wariness, her eyes full of rejection.

Fortunately, the man was deep but well-mannered. The hand that was tucked in the corner of the quilt only paused for a moment before returning to normal. He gently tucked the thin quilt around Lin Wan and withdrew his hand in an instant without any intention of touching her.

Lin Wan breathed a sigh of relief and went to sleep peacefully.

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In the middle of the night, a drizzle began to fall in Jiangcheng, wetting Lin Wan's dreams.

In the dream, Lin Wan returned to a year ago in her memory. She was still the student who had just entered her senior year and had successfully reported to school. Fu Mingjun was still her boyfriend, who didn't like studying and loved eating, drinking and having fun. He also liked to disturb her studies. When they met for dinner, he would mention his uncle.

In the dream, Fu Mingjun spoke confidently, "Wanwan, my mom just didn't come to her senses for a while. I've already told her not to come to you and say nonsense. I apologize to you on my mom's behalf. But don't worry, I'll go and beg my uncle. As long as he agrees to stand by me, no one in our family will object! You don't know, my uncle is very powerful. In fact, his words are the most effective in our family."

When she woke up from her dream, Lin Wan was vaguely aware of a gaze lingering on her cheek. Her vision gradually became clear. She saw a tall man in a white shirt, his broad back was faintly visible, his hands were around his neck tying a tie, and his every move showed his elegance and refinement.

Seeing that he had woken up, Fu Xiuhuai lowered his eyebrows and looked at him with a focused gaze.

"The company has to participate in a bidding today, so I might be back late." Fu Xiuhuai adjusted his tie, took down the black suit hanging on the solid wooden hanger and put it on, and continued to instruct, "If you want to go to the garment factory today, let Lao Liu take you there."

Lin Wan was obviously not used to the man's tone as if he was reporting his itinerary, but she didn't want him to notice anything unusual, so she just nodded in confusion.

Fu Xiuhuai was busy with work and left quickly, and the bedroom instantly became a lot more spacious.

Lin Wan quickly said goodbye to her college student mentality. After washing up and having breakfast, she took the morning taxi arranged by Fu Xiuhuai to go to her workplace.

Cuihu Villa is too big, and Lin Wan doesn’t want to put herself in a difficult position, so why not take advantage of the special car that picks her up?

Jiangcheng Garment Factory, a state-owned factory with decades of history, has always been a popular destination. Employees are proud to work there. With over 2,000 employees, the factory's production is vast, supplying clothing to Jiangcheng's various supply and marketing cooperatives, department stores, and the recent surge in department stores.

Every year, the garment factory would accept a number of college students as their job placement after graduation. After the reform last year, it began to change from mandatory assignment to two-way employment. This is how Lin Wan and a dozen other college students from Jiangcheng entered the factory.

Lin Wan, who had just graduated from university three months ago, was assigned to the factory office and became an ordinary clerk. She was the envy of many people as a scholar sitting in an office.

Although everything was unfamiliar to her, Lin Wan treated herself as her first day at work and adapted quickly. After a few conversations, she quickly got to know her colleagues' names and information.

The work in the factory office was not too busy, and everyone had a natural appreciation for college students, so Lin Wan had a very relaxing first day at work.

At lunch time, Sister Yang from the factory office asked Lin Wan to go to the cafeteria to eat together, and asked her about Jiangcheng University.

"My daughter will take the college entrance exam next year. I'll have to ask Xiaolin for advice on whether she can get into Jiangcheng University."

The step of estimating scores and filling out applications after the college entrance examination is crucial. Sister Yang did not understand this and was worried about failing the exam and also worried about losing out.

The garment factory was established in 1955. Most of the workers in the factory were recruited from urban and rural areas. Due to the influence of the great movements and famine in those years, not many people had been to school. Naturally, everyone valued educated people like college students, and there was a bit more yearning in their words.

All the knowledge that I didn’t get to study is entrusted to the next generation.

Lin Wan was naturally happy: "Okay, Sister Yang, I'm familiar with Jiangcheng University."

When she returned to the office in the afternoon, Lin Wanqing counted the work handed to her. She was able to get started quickly with organizing the basic documents and materials. At this moment, the secretary of the Finance Department came to distribute this month's salary, causing a commotion in the office.

"Xiao Li, this month's salary is a few days late."

"What's going on? We're looking forward to getting our paychecks every day, and we can barely make ends meet."

This was Lin Wan's first time receiving a regular salary, not a part-time one, but a fixed monthly payment. She didn't mind other colleagues mentioning a few days' delay. Scanning the long, narrow slip of paper, which listed names, positions, and seven or eight other items, including base salary, high-temperature allowance, and overtime pay, Lin Wan finally zeroed in on the total payroll—365.36 yuan.

This was the largest salary Lin Wan had ever received.

It seemed that the uneasiness and uncertainty of losing a year or memories had dissipated a lot at this moment. Lin Wan only felt that everything else was illusory, and the real money in her hands was reliable and really belonged to her.

Lin Wan was planning everything in her mind. The first priority was to save money. As for the future of her marriage with Fu Xiuhuai, she would take it one step at a time.

After all, we don't know the situation clearly yet, so it's not appropriate to make major changes rashly.

As for the baby in her belly, because it was still a young baby, Lin Wan didn't feel much, and didn't even feel any emotional fluctuations about becoming a mother.

The joy of receiving wages quickly spread throughout the factory, and workers stopped their work for a short while to receive their wages with smiles on their faces.

Lin Wan put the money into the compartment of her bag and continued to organize the documents in her hand, but she vaguely found something wrong.

Jiangcheng Garment Factory reached its peak in the 1970s and 1980s, with high production and brisk sales, and demand practically outstripped supply. Workers simply worked overtime, and as long as they could produce, they would send the goods to supply and marketing cooperatives or department stores, where they were eagerly sought after.

But Lin Wan looked through the documents in her hand and found that after entering the 1990s, the clothing factory's sales had been declining slowly every year, especially in the second half of last year and the first half of this year. Sales continued to decline significantly. Last month, there was even a situation where the clothes produced were unsold and piled up in the warehouse.

"Sister Yang, our factory's clothing sales in the past six months don't seem to be very good. I heard that some of the clothing produced last month is still in the warehouse." Lin Wan asked Yang Guifen, the most experienced person in the factory office.

After all, this is not a good trend.

Yang Guifen didn't take it seriously: "Maybe something went wrong somewhere. It must have been delivered in the past two months."

Regardless of Yang Guifang, everyone else seemed to be at ease.

After all, Jiangcheng Garment Factory is an omnipotent existence in everyone's mind, the most stable and reliable, and will always stand firm.

Lin Wan had actually only been in the factory for one day, so naturally she didn't act on her emotions like this. Although she didn't have a deep understanding of the factory's development, she was still worried.

"Lin Wan, your uncle is here."

A shout at the factory office door interrupted Lin Wan's worries. The middle-aged man next to her colleague, who was wearing dark blue old work clothes with gray hair, waved his hand and motioned Lin Wan to come out.

This was the first time Lin Wan saw her family since the strange incident.

But it’s hard to say whether it is.

After all, Lin Wan was adopted into the home of Lin Guofu's cousin at a very young age. To the outside world, she was just the daughter of Lin Guofu's relative and had to call her biological father "uncle".

"Lin Wan, didn't I ask you to bring your son-in-law home for dinner the day before yesterday? Why didn't you come?" Lin Guofu was not tall, thin and weak, especially a little hunchbacked, and lacked imposingness.

Lin Wan could guess what he was thinking and said calmly, "Why are we going back to eat? You should leave the meat for Xiao Hao. He needs to grow."

Lin Guofu was choked by his daughter's words and almost couldn't breathe: "How can you say that! Xiaohao is your brother! Forget it, if you don't want to eat, then don't eat. But you and your uncle have to show some respect. It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival. Your uncle is not from an ordinary family. They are very powerful in the whole Jiangcheng. I heard that they can make hundreds of thousands of dollars by just taking on a project..."

"Uncle." Lin Wan interrupted Lin Guofu directly, revealing a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Do you really think it's easy to be the wife of a wealthy businessman? I married into the Fu family and was always cautious and careful, always watching people's faces. Do you think I can just take the Fu family's money?"

Lin Guofu obviously didn't expect his daughter to mention these things. But when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.

But he was unwilling: "But, you are Fu Xiuhuai's wife after all, you..."

"The closer his wife is to him, the more cautious she should be. If she really asks him for money, he'll be very unhappy..." Lin Wan smiled slightly, and said what was most worrying about Lin Guofu, "What if she divorces me?"

After these words were spoken, Lin Guofu was speechless.

What if my rich son-in-law runs away?

He patiently told his daughter to be very kind to her son-in-law and keep him in her heart: "There are few honest men doing business outside. I heard that several directors in our factory like to go to nightclubs. Fu Xiuhuai looks like that and has such a fortune, you have to be careful."

Lin Wan dismissed him with a few perfunctory words, feeling that Fu Xiuhuai was a good shield, more useful than anything else.

The garment factory closes at five o'clock every day. Except for those who work the night shift and those who work to earn overtime pay, almost everyone else leaves work on time.

A large number of bicycles came out of the factory gate one after another. Hundreds of 28-bar bicycles left in a mighty procession, like a swimming dragon, accompanied by the sound of bells.

At work, the driver, Uncle Liu, mentioned that he would pick her up after get off work. Lin Wan did not refuse and walked out carrying the cloth bag containing her salary, but saw a luxurious Santana at the factory gate.

The black body of the car is magnificent, and the sky-high price of 180,000 yuan is particularly eye-catching.

When workers leave work, they will take a look at the luxury cars they pass by. They can't afford to buy them but they can feast their eyes on them.

Lin Wan caught a glimpse of the blurry figure emerging from the half-lowered window of the Santana and was slightly surprised.

"Why are you here?" Lin Wan asked in a low voice as she walked to the front of the car.

Fu Xiuhuai got out of the car and opened the door. He greeted Lin Wan and got in with a faint smile on his face. "I heard that Mrs. Fu is very cautious and always considers others' opinions. Of course I have to come and see her."

Lin Wan: “…”

The afternoon conversation with Lin Guofu had actually fallen into Fu Xiuhuai's ears? Lin Wan's face flushed.

After all, she used him as a shield and fabricated many stories about the miserable lives of rich ladies.

Many people around were looking at this place. Lin Wan quickly sat down, closed the car door, and whispered, "Did Lin Guofu look for you?"

The Santana was running on the smooth asphalt road, the scenery outside the window flashed by quickly, and a man's low voice was heard in the car.

"He said you were worried that I was going to divorce you, so he told me that you couldn't abandon your wife and children and have an affair outside." Fu Xiuhuai straightened his sleeves, his eyes gentle and firm. "I didn't know Mrs. Fu had such concerns."

Lin Wan: “…”

He must have misunderstood something. Lin Wan wanted to find a hole to crawl into!