"Brother, my sister-in-law is looking for me again. Can you let her drive the car?" Qin Xiaoyu quickly coaxed him, taking advantage of his good mood.

"Fine, give it to her. It'll save her from bothering you all the time. But I've made it clear, she can't bring my son with her!" Qi Si said decisively.

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaoyu felt relieved and could finally report back. However, based on her understanding of her fourth sister-in-law, the car was practically useless. She took her two precious sons with her wherever she went; the children were at the prime of their lives, especially Xiao Zichen, who looked like a little Nezha and was always the center of attention.

Fourth Sister-in-law is vain and loves to hear people praise her child's good looks, with the next comment being that the child looks like her mother.

Qin Xiaoyu asked someone to buy her a Sony camera, and she takes pictures all the time, spending tens of yuan a month on developing them. Her fourth sister-in-law felt sorry for her.

"There's too much stuff and nowhere to store it, why wash so much?" Fourth Sister-in-law had no power now, so she could only mutter to herself.

"Wash them all! My son will need to see them when he grows up. If you don't have money, I'll get it for you." Qi Si was quite supportive.

Time flies by in the midst of busyness, and autumn has arrived, bringing with it another peak season for fashion. These past few days, Qin Xiaoyu has been restless, constantly wanting to visit the provincial capital.

Tang Wenwen hadn't been back for a while, and when she called back, it was always to talk about business, with almost no small talk. She was a little worried.

As if they were of the same mind, Jiang Fusheng called to say that Wenwen was injured and asked her to go and see her.

Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly boarded the train to the provincial capital.

There weren't many people on the train. She found a window seat, took out a copy of "Steppenwolf" from her bag, and was just getting into the book when the passenger in the opposite seat arrived, and a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Director Qin, what a coincidence."

"Director Lu? What a coincidence." Qin Xiaoyu quickly searched and found his name.

“My seat is over there. I saw it was you, so I came over to sit down,” Lu Di said politely.

"Are you going to the provincial capital for a meeting?"

"No, look at my daughter."

"How old is your daughter?" Qin Xiaoyu was quite interested in the topic of children.

“Five years old.” Lu Di rarely cooperated. He took out his wallet from his pocket, and inside was a black and white photo of him holding a little girl with the same serious expression. The father and daughter were practically carbon copies of each other. It’s just that Lu Di is a man, and such a face could be described as handsome. It would be a pity if it were on a girl’s face.

"So cute." Qin Xiaoyu was grateful for the profoundness of the Chinese characters; when the word "beautiful" couldn't be used, "cute" came to the rescue.

“I saw you were reading and didn’t want to disturb you, but we haven’t had a chance to implement what we talked about last time. Why don’t we use these few hours to do some research?” Lu Di said earnestly.

"Sure, no problem." What else could Qin Xiaoyu say?

Qin Xiaoyu knew about relativity, but she never knew that work could make time fly. When the train pulled into the station, Lu Di had already filled the table with notes. They looked up blankly; the past few hours seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.

"We've arrived. Thank you so much, this is very useful to me!" Lu Di carefully compiled the notes on the table, which had already formed a thick stack.

"You're too kind. I've learned a lot too. Please let me know in advance if there are any changes in the policies!" Qin Xiaoyu also stood up.

"Definitely." Lu Di suddenly reached out his hand, and Qin Xiaoyu was taken aback.

"Shouldn't we shake hands to say goodbye?" A hint of unease suddenly appeared in Lu Di's eyes, and his outstretched hand shrank back somewhat without confidence. Qin Xiaoyu, afraid that he would feel embarrassed, quickly took his hand.

His hands were hard, thin, and dry, just like him.

Jiang Fusheng bought a platform ticket and looked around outside the carriage. When he saw Qin Xiaoyu, he ran over.

"This is Director Lu from the research office, and this is Manager Jiang from the No. 1 Department Store. The cooperation I just mentioned with the counter was accomplished in collaboration with Manager Jiang," Qin Xiaoyu introduced them.

"Manager Jiang, if it's convenient, I'd like to have a chat with you." Lu Di's eyes lit up. This time, he was quick to ask for help; he really was a workaholic.

“Sure, contact me when you have time. This is my phone number.” Jiang Fusheng quickly presented his business card with both hands.

The two men walked side by side without realizing it and started chatting enthusiastically. Qin Xiaoyu followed them lightly and nimbly, feeling quite at ease. Let these two workaholics have their battle.

Tang Wenwen was still in the hospital. When Qin Xiaoyu entered the ward, she was still fast asleep.

On the way here, Jiang Fusheng had already explained the situation in detail.

The night before last, when Tang Wenwen was leaving get off work, she was harassed by a man who was infatuated with her. When she resisted, she fell on the stone steps and hit her head. Fortunately, someone rushed over and stopped her from getting seriously hurt.

Tang Wenwen only suffered a mild concussion; the problem wasn't serious, but she was frightened.

"It's my fault for not protecting her properly. I happened to be out in a meeting, and she went home alone after get off work," Jiang Fusheng said regretfully.

"No one could have predicted this, so don't blame yourself." Qin Xiaoyu looked at Tang Wenwen's tightly furrowed brows and the single tear quietly hanging in the corner of her eye, knowing that her heart was aching.

"Sister-in-law, why did I have to trouble you like this? I told him it wasn't necessary!" Tang Wenwen was startled, opened her eyes and saw Qin Xiaoyu, and then gave Jiang Fusheng a good scolding.

"Don't push yourself too hard." Qin Xiaoyu glanced at Jiang Fusheng, who tactfully left the ward.

Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly took out a thick stack of photos from her bag; they were all picked out from Xiao Si's sister-in-law.

Tang Wenwen snatched it away and looked at it greedily, one by one, not daring to blink.

Her tears fell onto the photograph, and she quickly wiped them away with her sleeve, then tenderly wiped them again and again with her fingers.

"The baby is doing well, chubby and healthy." Qin Xiaoyu's voice was choked with emotion.

"She'll be able to call me 'Mom' soon, right?" Tang Wenwen forced a smile.

"It'll be soon." Qin Xiaoyu put her hand on her arm. Tang Wenwen leaned her head against him and burst into tears.

"Don't let her cry, it'll give her a headache." Jiang Fusheng had been standing at the door, and upon hearing the crying, he couldn't help but open the door and say this before quickly closing it tightly.

Tang Wenwen calmed down instantly.

"Sister-in-law, you should go back. I'm fine here."

"I'll buy some things and go see my aunt," Qin Xiaoyu said, standing up.

"There's no need to go to Auntie's place." Tang Wenwen was a little anxious. Qin Xiaoyu was a smart person, and she had to go.

Jiang Fusheng didn't stop her. When Qin Xiaoyu came, she brought some local specialties from her hometown, famous halal snacks.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I heard my aunt calling to Chen Ma: "Put the soup into a lunchbox first, wrap it in a towel, it will get cold in a while!"

"Auntie, Factory Director Qin is here," Jiang Fusheng greeted.

"Auntie, thank you so much for your hard work." Qin Xiaoyu understood immediately that this was to deliver food to the hospital.

"Sister-in-law, come in, come in quickly." The aunt's attitude was completely different from last time, and she bustled around inviting her into the house.

Qin Xiaoyu followed her into the main room, which was still the same as before, spotless.