Chapter 105 Without Evidence or Proof

Someone immediately took out paper and pen, saying that they would draft it now and make sure to write the whole story down clearly before sending it to the higher-ups.

"I'll go tell my husband to talk to Wang Erdan!"

"He can't do something so heartless!"

"I'll take care of your schooling."

"I'll take Zhaodi to the school to register tomorrow. If anyone dares to refuse to accept her, I'll argue with them!"

"This matter can't be delayed any longer; it needs to be resolved quickly!"

"If we delay any longer, the child will miss the new semester again."

Qiao Wanyin turned to look at the people in charge.

"Aunt Liu, please take your older sister and the children to take a hot bath and change into clean clothes."

"The child must have suffered a lot on the way. We need to give her some hot food and let her rest."

"Sister Wang, could you please look after the little one for a while? Zishu, we'll go and find out the relevant laws now."

Now that she has stable financial support, her anxiety has lessened considerably.

She no longer has to worry about next month's food expenses, nor does she have to borrow money from all over the place to pay her child's tuition.

She laughed and cried at the same time, tears streaming down her face.

As she walked past the gate of the compound, she greeted some acquaintances.

Everyone rushes here when something happens; it's become the most popular place.

Every morning before eight o'clock, a long queue has already formed at the door.

Some people even come specifically to inquire about ways to get their children into daycare or school.

Qiao Wanyin's name is almost a household name among family members.

Even the family members of high-ranking officials, who are usually aloof and privileged, secretly come to them for help when they encounter difficulties.

But Qiao Wanyin didn't know that Fu Lan had no intention of stopping.

She went through all the registration records since the mutual aid center was established, and even asked people outside to inquire about Qiao Wanyin's past.

She was convinced that there was something wrong with Qiao Wanyin, but she hadn't found any solid evidence yet.

As dusk approached, Fu Lan suddenly rushed into the mutual aid center!

The sky was just beginning to turn a dark red, and a few lights were still on in the courtyard.

Several children were playing hopscotch in the corner.

Fu Lan walked at the front, looking serious, holding a folder in her hand.

Since the last incident, Qiao Wanyin has been so busy that she hasn't even had time to drink water.

She gets up at six in the morning to organize materials and opens the door to receive visitors promptly at seven-thirty.

At noon, I would just eat a steamed bun and continue working. In the evening, I would often be busy until nine o'clock before turning off the lights and locking the door.

She can't remember how many family disputes she's handled, nor how many people she's helped write appeals for.

Family members lined up to come to her, seeking her help with family matters, children's education, and marital disputes.

Some women have husbands who are stationed on the border for extended periods, and when an elderly family member suddenly falls ill, they don't know which department to contact for reimbursement.

Some parents are frantic because their children are bullied at school and the homeroom teacher is not doing anything; others are on the verge of divorce because their spouses are living apart and they are experiencing conflicts.

Qiao Wanyin listened patiently, analyzed each point, and offered suggestions.

"Director Qiao, please be the judge..."

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the door was pushed open.

The family member was so frightened that he stopped mid-sentence.

The previously noisy sounds inside the room instantly fell silent.

Dust was kicked up into the air as the door swayed.

Fu Lan strode in, leading two political officers in factory uniforms, followed by two bodyguards.

Her leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the cement floor.

The two officers held notebooks in their hands, their expressions stern.

The guard stood by the door.

"Comrade Qiao Wanyin, the Political Department has received a report and is going to conduct a routine inspection of your place."

Fu Lan deliberately raised her voice, and everyone in the courtyard craned their necks to look.

Her voice echoed throughout the courtyard. The old woman hanging out the laundry stopped, and the old man playing chess looked up.

Even the sentries patrolling in the distance glanced this way.

Qiao Wanyin put down her pen and slowly stood up. "Comrade Fu Lan, what's the matter this time?"

She stared into Fu Lan's eyes, her tone calm and without the slightest hint of panic.

[That traitor who fled to Hong Kong is actually thriving in the factory area? If Fu Li'an knew he married this kind of woman, he'd be kicking himself!]

Qiao Wanyin glanced at the comments and frowned slightly.

She had long suspected that Fu Lan was secretly investigating her background, but she didn't expect him to act so quickly.

The other party acted swiftly and directly, skipping even the superficial pleasantries.

She stood at the doorway, her gaze calmly fixed on Fu Lan.

The air around us seemed to suddenly become heavy.

But she still asked in a calm tone, "Liaison Officer Zhong, could you tell me what kind of inspection this is? All matters here are registered and can be accessed at any time."

As she said this, her hand rested naturally on the door frame.

The registration book is kept in the drawer at the front desk and can be taken out at any time.

She showed no intention of avoiding the issue, nor did she appear flustered.

Fu Lan didn't answer directly, but instead looked around.

Fu Lan's gaze lingered on the crowd for a few seconds, as if checking for any suspicious individuals.

"Everyone, please disperse. The mutual aid center is closed today."

Several elderly family members wanted to go forward to ask questions, but were stopped by the staff.

After the group reluctantly left, Fu Lan approached Qiao Wanyin and lowered his voice, saying, "Sister-in-law, do you think helping a few people can erase your past?"

A cold smile played on her lips: "The Political Department has received reports that you have overseas connections, and we're here today to verify that."

Qiao Wanyin: "..."

She didn't respond immediately, but instead looked down and straightened her cuffs.

Are they not even going to pretend anymore?

The one who used to greet her with a smile.

The person who kept calling her "sister-in-law" has now completely broken off all pretense of civility.

She remembered that Fu Lan had specially sent her a bag of pastries last week, saying it was from relatives back home.

Just a few days ago, she was calling me "sister-in-law" so affectionately!

"Comrade Fu Lan," she smiled, "when it comes to being a person, don't be too fickle, it's easy for people to think you're hypocritical and untrustworthy."

After she finished speaking, she gently patted the other person's shoulder.

Fu Lan's face darkened: "Stop trying to talk your way out of this!"

"Qiao Wanyin, you'd better tell the truth, or you won't be able to bear the consequences once we dig up the evidence!"

The officer next to him also stopped and glanced in their direction.

Now that I have leverage over you, why should I be polite? Hmph, you're getting out of the factory right now!

She knew that today's search was not a routine matter.

They came for her, not for her.

“Comrade Fu Lan,” Qiao Wanyin said, trying to calm herself down, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. If the Political Department wants to investigate, we’ll cooperate. But don’t label people without evidence.”

After she finished speaking, she stood up straight and looked directly at the other person.

Fu Lan snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved to signal the two officers.

"Start searching."

They turned the house upside down.

The folders on the desktop were carelessly tossed aside, and the papers were piled up on the chair, some even drifting to the corner of the wall.

The cabinet door was open, and the file boxes inside had been dumped out.

Even the notebooks on the bookshelf were pulled out and looked through.

Qiao Wanyin stood to the side, watching helplessly as the documents she had painstakingly filed were thrown everywhere.

Her gaze fell on a small booklet that had been stepped on.

Those were her notes recording the progress of the case; the cover was covered in dust.